Pam

It was something that I would have done if the painter was interested, but being told to do it no matter what was something completely new to me. As I headed out the door after a last kiss, my whole body fluttered all the way to Darla and Melanie's shop.

Walking inside a few minutes early, I quickly spotted Melanie and moved toward her. We hugged and kissed before she introduced me to the red-haired stunner Samantha and her striking raven-haired assistant Karla. I found out that they were both about ten years younger than me while we chatted, and they explained some of the basics of their process as I stripped. Standing there naked, still excited from Rachel's orders, juices ran down my thighs, while I immediately felt the need to call her back, since now there were two.

Grabbing my phone from my things, I dialed Rachel and offered in a whisper, "There are two painters. Now what?"

Without hesitation, Rachel answered, "If there are two ladies, then eat them both. If one is a guy, then fuck him with your hot little ass," before she hung up. At that moment, I wished that Karla had been a guy, as I put my phone away and moved back toward them with a pulsing in my pucker.

The two painters motioned for me to sit between them while they showed me pictures from their previous work.

"So the work goes from the simplest in the beginning of the book, to the most complex at the back. Obviously, it gets more expensive as we go, since it is all based on the time it takes us. I was going to do this alone, but since we are trying to work together to bring both of us more business, I thought that we'd do something a bit nicer for the same price as a cheaper one. So, does anything get you excited?" Samantha asked, obviously not having noticed my wet inner thighs yet.

"Well, my goal is to be able to walk around the park totally nude in the evenings. I'm under no illusion that I can do that during daylight hours, nor would I, since the horror houses don't open until later anyway. The one thing that I'm concerned about is the staying power of the paint."

"I did as you asked, exfoliating and shaving all of the areas that will be painted. But in case you didn't know, I will be having random sex with strangers and employees, both men and women. So, not only does the paint have to stand up to sometimes vigorous touching, but it also needs to be cum resistant."

"Okay, so knowing some of this in advance, thanks to our talk with Melanie, our plan is to do two coats of white primer before adding the colors. I know that these paints hold up well to bodily fluids, so the only question mark will be how much groping there will be. I think we should try just one coat of the colors for the first go-around and see how that works out," Samantha suggested.

"Okay, since we're testing it like this, maybe I should go with something a little skimpier for the paint-on outfit, so that I can easily cover it with a real one, if needed."

"That sounds like a great idea," Karla responded while turning toward a few bikini-style pics in the book.

"Since you're going completely naked, might I suggest something with some darker colors, especially around your labia?" Karla offered while looking between my thighs.

"Shall I stand up so that you can get a better look?" I offered while doing just that without an answer. Having sat between them, I turned to face Karla, since she was the one who mentioned my labia. Spreading my feet more than shoulder-width apart, it was blatantly obvious to both of them that I was more than a little excited.

While Karla leaned in to get a better look at my puss, I reached back and spread my glutes as far as they would open for Samantha to see from behind.

"Does everything look good for painting back there?" I inquired while looking back toward Samantha. She, too, moved in closer and even pushed my legs farther apart to get a better view.

"Do you mind?" Samantha asked while putting her hands between my thighs and pulling me open even more as she knelt on the floor with her face between my knees.

Bending forward, I saw that their faces were inches apart as they stared into my clean-shaven crotch like a couple of mechanics under a car. I was so turned on having them both so close to my goodies that it caused the first drops of my nectar to run out from inside me and drip onto Samantha's face. It hit her on the chin, and I shuddered noticeably as her tongue darted out to lick it away.

Even Karla noticed and seemed to be a bit jealous. She moved in closer and swiped across my opening labia from bottom to top with just the tip of her tongue, collecting more than a few drops of my nectar. I shivered as much from watching her as from the feeling. Suddenly, and not to be outdone, Samantha's oral appendage reamed my pucker with a fast and penetrative flicking motion.

I thought of Rachel's comment to fuck the guy with my ass, if there was one, and came a little as Samantha's tongue wormed its way inside of me.

My open groin quickly became their playground as Karla pushed her tongue into my pussy while Samantha continued to open my backside.

Melanie

Watching Pam getting used like she was had me all in a tizzy, so I sat back in a chair and fingered myself, slowly, at first. But, as their hands found her breasts and anything else they could reach in their positions, I added a finger or two, and increased the velocity of my self-pleasure.

Samantha

I'd done hundreds, maybe thousands, of these body-painting appointments, but never felt so turned on by one of my subjects the way that Pam was getting to me right now. Maybe it was because of what she was doing, by sharing herself so freely with others. Or, maybe it was her very sexual body and how easily she was turned on. Knowing what I knew about the Scaredy Sluts over the years, it was clear that she was a natural fit for the job of Head Scaredy Slut. While I fingered her ass and nibbled on her cheeks, I only wanted her more.

Pam started to climax as I stuffed a third finger in her backside. The music of her moans and the sucking sounds that Karla was making as she ravaged Pam's cunt, were all I needed to cum hard, soaking my panties like I'd peed myself.

Karla

Seeing Samantha throwing away the rule book about interacting with clients was all I needed to see to dive into Pam's succulent slit. Her flavor was amazingly sweet, and my hands wandered looking for something to hold onto as I dug deeper inside her sex. My hands initially crossed over Samantha's, so I kept moving higher along Pam's lower back. Gradually, I moved around the front and found her perky tits and hard nipples. Caressing them roughly seemed to do the trick as she came hard all over my face while she held me close with both of her hands.

Pam

Samantha and Karla eased me down onto the floor after my third orgasm, because even with their help, I couldn't stand any longer. Cradled between them, with their hands and lips still all over me, I returned the kisses.

"So, is this the orientation part of the process?" I asked with a smile.

Karla answered, while still lightly fingering my pussy, since Samantha's mouth was locked onto my tit. "Well, it seems that your sexy little self has caused us to bend more than a few of our client interaction rules."

"Bend?! They've been shattered because of your womanly allure!" Samantha piped in while moving from one breast to the other, before resisting temptation no more and diving into my pussy, face-first.

"Damn, you taste good! And what a fat clit you have," Samantha mumbled between deep dives into my opening with her wagging tongue. Her non-stop enthusiasm had me coating her face, just like I'd done to Karla only minutes before.

Exhausted from their efforts, I lay back on the floor, with my legs still spread obscenely, while Samantha took to cleaning the remnants of my nectar from all over my groin.

"Okay, ladies, I think it's time to get some painting done, otherwise Pam will have to walk around the park stark naked," Karla said with a chuckle, while standing up and grabbing my hands to help me up too.

"I think that we're going to need some rags to dry me off."

"Oh, we got you covered," Samantha said while pulling out a pack of wipes and a fluffy towel.

"So, do you always get your models all wet before you paint them?" I queried with a tilt of my head.

"No, but we bring the wipes because some of them don't clean up as nicely as you did. And we have to make sure that they are before getting started, or the paint won't adhere properly," Karla answered while bending me forward and spreading my legs to clean between my cheeks with the wipe. "Plus, not very many have as firm and plump an ass as you have. We'll have to keep your legs apart like this throughout the painting process, so that the paint can dry properly."

"Are you sure that's the reason?" I teased while looking back over my shoulder as the wipe moved across my labia from behind, causing me to purr softly.

"I won't lie, I loved every second of our time, but when I'm working, I'm working," Karla responded as she picked up the towel to dry me off.

Samantha

"So, we've decided on a bikini style with some darker colors, correct?"

"Yes, I think that will work well," Pam replied.

"Okay, I'm going to start doing the outline, so I'll need you upright, with your legs still spread a little."

Karla did the last few drying swipes and then helped Pam stand up, while I started with the bra portion first. Moving the thin marker under her boobs to create the bottom of the bra, I continued the line from the center, around the side, and into the bow-tied knot. Back around the other side to the center, I then formed the triangles and their ties around the back of Pam's neck.

With that part done, I dropped to my knees and traced the panty outline portion. Inches from Pam's swollen labia, I suggested, "I'm thinking of keeping it narrow down here, since your labia are so pronounced. What do you think, Karla?"

"I was thinking the exact same thing," Karla commented, "giving it the illusion of being puffed-up material between her thighs."

"Yes, less is more when you're dealing with thick, delectable lips like these," I trailed off to a mumble while staring at the moisture forming at Pam's opening. To keep myself from imbibing, I started drawing the panty lines between her thighs. Staying as close as I could to her pussy, I marked a high-cut bikini, leaving much of her lower pelvis exposed. I wanted people to really look at her as she strutted the park in mere paint and nothing else.

Moving around back, I took the same narrow approach, exposing over half of her enticing ass to everyone passing her by. Then there were the strings connecting the front to the back, along with bows on either side. Once the outline was finished, I let Karla take over the laying of the first primer coat while I found a restroom to rub one off.

Karla

Taking Samantha's cue, I opened up the white primer and got to work. Starting on Pam's back, I used a narrow brush for the strings, taking my time to make sure that they looked real even though this was only the base primer coat. As Samantha had taught me over the years, you can't build a masterpiece on a shoddy foundation. It also had the added benefit of being closer to Pam one-on-one.

"Hey, can we stop for just a second? I'd really like to take a video of this to send to my husband." Pam inquired.

"Sure, do you want to set it up or maybe have someone else take it while I work?"

"Allow me," Darla said, having just walked in the front door with some more supplies in her arms.

Pam reached out and gave her a big hug and a rather sultry kiss before handing Darla her phone. "Now make sure to get up close and personal. He hasn't seen me like this in four days now, so he'll need to be reminded of what he's missing. Oh, by the way, Darla, have you met Karla? She works with Samantha. You guys rhyme."

"Yes, I have. She helped out with my painting as well. Nice to see you again, Karla. What about a video call, so that he can see it all live?" Darla suggested as Pam got back into position.

"Can you record those?" Pam asked.

"If you can, it's beyond my knowledge," Darla responded.

"Okay then, just do the video in pieces, and we'll send them to him one at a time," Pam suggested.

"Oh, you are such a tease!" I blurted out aloud.

"Aren't I, though!" Pam replied before turning and kissing me the way she'd kissed Darla earlier. Pulling away with saliva dripping from her lower lip, she added, "Okay, you better get back to work now," with a smile.

I focused on the job as Darla moved slowly around Pam, pointing out the outline of the suit that she'd be wearing out tonight. Pam made sure to spread her legs wide when it came time to prime between her glutes, and Darla made sure to video every single bit of it. The odor of feminine arousal was reaching epic levels when Samantha finally returned from the restroom.

Samantha

I returned just in time to see Pam bent over with her legs wide open so that Karla could paint between her buttocks, which instantly got me a spun-up all over again. Staring at the very place that my face had been in not fifteen minutes ago, only made me want her even more. What was it with this woman?

Then I realized that Darla was videoing the whole process up close and personal.

"What's with the recording?"

"Oh, we're going to send it to my husband so that he can see what I'm doing down here, and to remind him of what he's missing," Pam explained.

"Oh, I think we all know exactly what he's missing!" I spouted.

Then Darla and Karla added, "Yes, we dooo!" in stereo.

After we all had a good laugh, I grabbed my brush and joined Karla to finish the first primer coat. I thoroughly enjoyed painting her wonderful breasts while teasing her nipples with light touches from the bristles, while genuinely trying to cover every little bump of her swelling nips. It might seem a bit odd, but given the circumstances of her work, we had to stretch the skin enough now so that it was fully painted for later when she was out and about.

With the first coat of primer complete, I took a couple of still shots for my regular files and then a few more close-ups for personal use.

"Is anyone hungry, because this would be a good time for Pam to eat something?"

Darla went about getting a food order, and then she and Melanie went to grab it. While they were away, Pam sent her husband the first video, and he called to express his delight in seeing her push the envelope and, of course, how badly he was missing her already. Once they returned with the food, I spoke to Melanie in private, while we all ate, and inquired about the legitimacy of Pam and Dennis' relationship, given what he allowed her to do.

"You don't get it, and I understand that because you've never met him and haven't seen the two of them together. They are the real deal, because he knows what makes her happy, and she knows that no one else on this earth will ever understand and love her the way he does," Melanie shared.

"Okay. Then I'm truly happy for them both, but still want her badly," I replied.

"It's okay," Melanie whispered.

"Is it? It feels so wrong to want someone who already has another. Isn't that the definition of cheating?"

"Not if it's done the way they do it. Once you realize that she will always go back to Dennis, you kind of let go of that need, that you're feeling right now, to possess her for yourself. Listen, many of us have felt what you're feeling, but it is counter to everything she is doing. Dennis realized long ago, even before she did, that Pam is a free spirit who only wants to share her love and body with anyone that she chooses, whether they be male, female, married, or single. It's just about her attraction to them and theirs to her, and her extremely overactive sex drive," Melanie explained to ease my conscience.

"So, you're saying..."

Melanie interrupted, "So, I'm saying take what she gives and ask for more if you want it. Knowing Pam, you'll get way more than you can handle," she finished off with a chuckle.

"Really? She's that much of a..."

"Lover!" Melanie jumped in again, clearly not wanting me to say something derogatory about her friend.

"Yes, that," I replied with a smile.

Pam

I finished off my sandwich and had an urgent need to pee, so I asked Karla, "I have to pee, shall I just dab afterward?"

Karla got a shit-eating grin on her face before replying, "Yes, imagine that you've been having sex with multiple partners for days on end, and the tenderness that you might feel down there, then wipe accordingly." Then she burst out laughing, and so did the rest of us.

I got the message and started for the bathroom before turning at the last minute and asking, "Would anyone care to help me with the cleanup after?" before I shook my ass a little and went inside. As the door closed behind me, I heard the word 'dibs' shouted excitedly three or four times. As I squatted above the toilet, so as not to touch anything, in walked Samantha, obviously happy that she was the winner of their little contest.

Seeing my position, she said, "Oh, you can sit, it takes more than a little friction to rub the primer off."

With that said, I dropped my butt onto the seat and released a healthy stream of pee while Samantha watched on. She looked like a cobra ready to strike the moment I gave her an in. With my urine trailing off, Samantha sat on the floor in front of me and then lay her head back in anticipation. With my pee ending in drips, I reached for the toilet paper, but she reached for my hand and pulled me right down on her face. With my knees on either side of her head, I hovered above it before she pulled me down strongly and consumed my puss.

I'd been licked clean after many different situations, mostly by Dennis, but never immediately after I'd peed. This was definitely a new one for me, I thought, before it was all quickly erased by the pleasure her tongue and lips were bringing me in the moment. Facing her feet, I moved my hands from the sides of the stall to her breasts and quickly moved under her shirt and thin bra. I caressed her thick nipples and tits while she ate me perfectly, clearly not in a rush to make me cum.

Samantha

My second opportunity with Pam came only minutes after my talk with Melanie, when Karla wisecracked about Pam's probable overuse of her cunt for the last several days. Without thought, the word dibs escaped my mouth instantaneously, like you might when you were younger and a treat was offered. A few more followed mine, but it was obvious that I'd won the prize, and before I even knew it, I was on my feet and heading straight toward it.

Pam

I continued to massage Samatha's breasts and pull on her wonderfully thick nipples, while truly wishing for one in my mouth to service like a short fat cock. But in this position, the only thing that I could get in my mouth was her pussy, so I moved gradually southward. Nearing her shorts, I realized that they were made with a spandex type of material. They initially looked like white jean shorts, but as I closed in on them, it was clear that they were stretchy, from the way they moved as she wriggled about.

With my hands moving down her sides, I reached for her t-shirt and pulled it upward to expose her midriff. Leaning down, I kissed her soft middle just above the hem of her shorts before slipping my thumbs underneath and shoving both them and her panties down as far as I could reach. Samantha, spreading her legs, did the rest as I dropped down between them and dove into her tasty opening. I was really beginning to enjoy eating women as much as I loved sucking guys.

Samantha

Before today, I'd never tasted a woman immediately after she'd peed. Other than the extra saltiness, it really wasn't any different than normal. But a sixty-nine with Pam was more than I could have hoped for, especially while lying on a bathroom floor. Pam brought me to an explosive climax just before the door opened, and Karla said, "Alright, ladies, let's get up and moving. We have painting to finish."

Pam

I'd just brought Samatha to orgasm when the door opened, and Karla told us to get moving. After a few final licks, I sat up and enjoyed another several seconds of Samantha's tongue in my snatch, before standing up and helping her up, too.

Walking back out, I assumed the position, legs spread and bent over, as Karla dried me off before the second coat of primer began. Samantha and Karla made quick work of the second coat, while reporting to all that our bathroom antics did no damage to the first primer coat. With the second done, they used a couple of small fans to set it a little faster, causing the goosebumps and my nipples to rise and prompting minor touch-ups all around.

Finally, after significant testing, the primer was deemed ready for the color. It was already nearly two o'clock when the color coat began, so they did my top first, which allowed me to sit through that process. Finishing up, Samantha suggested that Karla take some pictures so that they could review them for additional shading considerations later.

I'd been emailing Dennis pics all along the process, but after sending him the latest ones with my top finished, even I was sure that I was wearing a bikini top.

Dennis replied, "Wow, that looks amazingly real. If I weren't sure that it had been painted on, I never would have known, not even from those close-ups. Don't forget to send me the bottom pics too!"

The ladies took a break before the final leg, as they both needed to pee. I had opted to forgo fluids as much as possible until the work was finished, so I simply sat as long as possible. When they emerged from the restroom, I stood up, ready to start.

"Okay, Pam, let's have you lie back with your legs spread wide, as we all know you love to, and we'll get the front finished first," Samantha suggested while they opened the paint and got ready to go.

The hardest part seemed to be between my thighs and all around my pubis, as they took extra care in getting good coverage in that area. Moving upward toward my waist went quickly while Karla worked on the side strings, allowing Samantha to do a nice, smooth coat on the middle.

"Okay, all that is left is that plump little ass, so roll over, but don't let the front touch just yet. Place your arms under your belly to keep your torso from touching anywhere," Samantha said a bit sternly, clearly in painting mode.

Even with it being my third coat, the feeling of the brush so close to my pucker was much more than distracting. In fact, I thought that Samantha was treading so close to my sensitive opening on purpose, just to test me, with her twirling strokes.

Finally, after another twenty to thirty minutes, I was able to stand upright. That's when they brought out the airbrush to do the shading all over. It just added to the realism and kept you guessing. When the final touches were complete, I looked closely in the mirror, seeing my body through a few layers of paint, but still being fooled into believing I was wearing something.

Looking out the window, it was still quite bright outside, but the area by the door was shaded, so I pushed the door open and strolled out. The park was already getting crowded with the horror houses doing their early opening in about two hours. I stayed back in the corner, watching the people pass by, with the occasional one glancing my way and leering appreciatively.

Melanie

After a minute or two of staring closely at the paint work in the mirror, I noticed Pam looking out the window for just a moment before she opened the door and walked right out, without hesitation.

"Where does she think she's going?" Samantha said while moving toward the door.

Stepping in front of her to stop her progress, I responded, "Leave her be. This is her way of really testing your work in broad daylight. She needs to know, in her mind, that everyone will really believe that she's wearing a bathing suit."

"How about a few of us go out and sit at one of the tables a little further away from her? I could use a coffee. Anyone else?" Samantha asked.

"Yes, I think that is a great idea. We could all use a coffee, couldn't we?" I stated more than I questioned while waving everyone to the door. Once together, all four of us walked out, trying hard not to even look at Pam as she leaned against a wall. I took the coffee orders while the other three sat down.

Pam

The ladies all came out to check up on me, but ignored me completely as they grabbed a table while Melanie got them some coffee. I'd been hanging out, just getting a feel for things and trying to keep my pussy from leaking noticeably. Now, with my excitement better handled, I walked over to them and asked Samantha, "So how long before I can sit down without mussing up the paint?"

"Even though we dried it, you should wait another thirty minutes to let it cure, since we did brush on most of it rather than airbrushing, for durability," Samantha answered.

"Hey, Darla, do we sell those sheer bathing suit cover-ups in the park?"

"I have no idea, but I was making you a one-piece outfit from a sheer white material like the other Scared Slut pieces you've worn over the last few days. Let me grab it," Darla said while hopping up and heading back to her shop.

A minute or two later, Darla popped back out with a pair of scissors in one hand and the outfit in the other. "I was making you a romper from the material to see if you were bold enough to wear only this out in the parks, but let me remove the crotch and see if it's long enough to do what you want."

When she was done cleaning up her cuts, Darla handed me the outfit, and I slipped it over my head like babydoll lingerie. It came down just an inch or so above my crotch, but it covered most of my ass, even though it was see-through. I spun a little, and it drifted up easily, but it would work for my purposes, so I headed out into the crowd and began to walk the park like I wasn't naked.

I received several comments along the way about my outfit, when a guy, on his own, moved closer and whispered, "My ex-girlfriend tried body-painting once, but it didn't hold up well once I got her alone. Are you wearing a thong, or did they paint your pussy too?"

"The only clothing that I'm wearing is this cover-up," I replied, a little louder than prudent, but no one seemed to pay attention.

"Mmmm, so what's with the Scaredy Slut logo on your ass?" he queried.

Moving of the path and stopping in a corner with limited view, I explained, "It's a group of women who love to be scared and orgasm easily when it's done well. We visit the houses at night, dressed very sexily, and once scared enough, we share ourselves with others as a thank you."

Following me closely, he paused mere inches in front of me, asking, "So, if I see you later and scare the bejesus out of you, I might get a little?"

"You might get more than you can handle," while pulling his middle finger between my legs and slipping it between my painted lips.

He stepped in closer to hide his hand as he took over, fingering me as my legs trembled.

"So, what houses will you be visiting tonight?" he inquired while I started to cum from the sensation overload.

"What would be... the point in telling you that?" I stammered as I gushed around his pumping digit.

In the calm after my storm, I added, "If you want more of this pussy, then you'll find me later," I taunted, before squeezing his thick package and returning to my friends.

I forced myself to take my time, even knowing that my thighs were cum-streaked from his attention. I'd just been fingered to orgasm in broad daylight by a complete stranger, wearing nothing but paint, and I was still tingling.

Along the way back, I'd collected a pack of young men following me closely who made many lewd suggestions, after clearly seeing the lines of my juices down my inner thighs, which only created more. Had it been nighttime, I probably would have stopped and given them each a feel, but right now I wanted to get back to my friends and tell them all about being fingered to orgasm by a complete stranger in the middle of the day.

Walking up to the ladies, still sitting and drinking their coffee, it was clear to them that I had something to share, especially with the trail of young men following me.

"What did you do now?" Rachel questioned, having joined the other ladies since she had finished her errands for the day. She came looking for me to see how the painting was going.

"I met a guy along my walk who instantly knew it was body paint and asked if I was wearing anything other than the cover-up. I moved off to the side, and he moved in close, so I took his middle finger and pushed it between my labia. He took over and fingered me to a quiet, but wonderful climax right there with the crowd walking by, not noticing a thing."

"That's a new high for you, isn't it, sexy?" Rachel asked before standing and pulling me into a hug.

"Yesss," I purred in her ear, then added, "I also told him we'd be out in the houses tonight and that if he could find me, he could have much more."

"You naughty little slut," Rachel muttered in my ear before pulling me in for a hungry kiss.

To be continued...