Need To Be Bad 12

My adventures in being bad began slow with my sharing some of the exciting things that a past boyfriend made me do. After that relationship ended I was left with a hunger for being bad.

My adventures resumed at Literotica with my taking the risk of posting a thread entitled "A Strange Request" in April 2004 in the Literotica Personals, sharing my desire to have people tell me how to be bad.. From there my adventures continued when I began to accept challenges and dares from people and also continued to write about past experiences. I have developed a special obsession at having myself challenged to be bad in outrageous and imaginative ways and then report back to my challenger and have them expose what I had done to others, A number of people have encouraged me to submit the accounts of my adventures here, so that more people could enjoy what I've been up to.

This is the challenge that I accepted from fearless frank.

And here is my report he posted exposing what I did.

A Dream Come True!

You can imagine my surprise at coming home after a great vacation and unwinding by stopping in at Literotica and seeing a personal message from need to be bad. I had almost forgotten that I had sent her a challenge. I've read each one of her adventures with great pleasure. I am extra thrilled that she picked one of my favorite fantasies to fulfill.

need to be bad, thanks for making my dream come true.

fearless frank

Here is her unedited personal message to me.

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I know it has been a long time

fearless frank

I know I received your challenge way back in April when I first started my thread - A Strange Request - on Literotica. It seems too outrageous and went well beyond boundaries of what I normally think of as appropriate behavior. The problem was that once you suggested it to me, even after all this time I haven't been able to get the image out of my head. And the image has been very arousing.

Even now, I have a very intense mixture of embarrassment and excitement about what I did. I have even hesitated about sharing this, because I thought people might think I've gone too far. I guess it's an issue I've had since childhood, being a preacher's daughter, that I worry excessively about being judged. But, one of the challenges in life for me is that when I've been bad, I have this almost uncontrollable urge to expose myself to others and reveal what I've done. I guess because this seems so very bad is why I feel such excitement at revealing it.

fearless frank, I appreciated the way you offered your suggestion. You were almost shy about it. Not demanding or domineering like some of the challenges I have received.

You simply said, "When I was in college I had a blind roommate for about a year. And I always wondered if any women when they were alone with him had ever bared their breasts to him without his knowledge." "It became kind of an obsessive fantasy of mine." "Do you think this is something that you could do?"

I tried my best to put the idea out of my head. It seemed in some ways unfair and wrong to take advantage of someone else's handicap in order to satisfy my personal sexual desire. Then, on the other hand I would rationalize that what someone doesn't know couldn't hurt them. Well, since I first heard your erotic suggestion, this battle between good and evil has been going on in my head. It's been solely a theoretical discussion because, I didn't know any sight impaired men and so there wasn't really any chance that this temptation would become a reality.

My traveling teaching job involves tutoring and teaching in a lot of different settings and circumstances. That I've needed to concentrate more intensely on my work is the reason I've taken a short break from being bad and why I haven't posted recently. Well, as you can see that all changed abruptly during my this last road trip. I guess I just don't have much self control.

During this last trip, my colleige who brought me into this project, said that one of our clients had a brother who was fully sight impaired/blind and had a situation where one of his volunteer aides couldn't come and assist because of family obligations that came up. She wondered if I would be willing to volunteer to do some reading for him and help him with a few things around the house. I tried my best to tell her no. But, I couldn't think up a good reason to give her to reject helping someone. But, I was very afraid of what I wanted to do if I went and did this volunteer job. Honestly, I was equally scared that an opportunity like this might never come along again. So, I said yes.

So, the next thing, I know I'm showing up early in the morning at this guy's house. I'm dressed in a typical teacher outfit, light colored buttoned blouse and a medium length skirt. On the outside I looked the perfect picture of respectability. But, on the inside, I felt like a bad girl slut clear down to the bone. And to make the temptation to be bad even greater I've wore a skirt that buttoned down the front. The client was a pleasant looking man with a easy going attitude who seemed to be about fifty. He began by asking me to help him balance his checkbook. I had a bit of hard time keeping my mind on the figures because I was still confused if I was going to follow through with this challenge. He then invited me to sit in his living room and asked me to read his mail to him. It was mostly bills and a couple of longer letters. I sat comfortably on his nice leather couch, slipped off my sandals, while he sat across from me in a large matching chair.

I began reading his letters to him and my hand toyed with the bottom button of my blouse, hesitating. Whether by accident or on purpose, I don't know, but the first button came undone. And then I just seemed to go into a trance. As, I kept reading to him, my hand just moved up the front of me, undoing each button slowly, one by one. When I undid the top button, my blouse fell open easily, revealing my thin white see-thru bra. I looked this man straight in the face to see if my tone of voice was betraying what I was doing. There was no reaction upon his face, except a pleasant smile. Without thinking I unsnapped the front of my bra exposing my breasts and letting my fingertips brush lightly across my nipples. I knew there was no turning back now. I knew that no matter how shameful I felt taking advantage of this situation, I wasn't going to be able to stop myself.

I picked up another letter and proceed to unbutton the front of my skirt, as I read it to him. It didn't take long before I was sitting in front of this man with my breasts, wet panties and bare thighs exposed fully to him. I slipped my blouse and bra from my shoulders and let them fall onto the couch. So, there I sat topless with my skirt wide open. He told me that I had a lovely reading voice. I thanked him, blushing mostly because I couldn't get use to the fact that he was staring straight at me in the near naked condition that I was in. He asked me if I would mind going into the kitchen and getting an ice tea out of the refrigerator for both of us. I had left the top button of my skirt fastened. As, I stood to respond to his request I released it and let my skirt fall to the floor.

I walked across his hardwood floors and into his kitchen. The cool feel of the tiles upon my bare feet brought me to my senses. I could literally feel a bead of sweat trickle down my cheek as I stood in this strange man's kitchen dressed only in my soaking wet panties. I literally thought I must be out of my fucking mind. And, yet I knew how unbelievably turned on I was by what I was doing. I poured two ice teas and returned to the living room. I set one on the coffee table and proceeded to hand one to him. He reached forward and almost touched my bare breast. I was sure that it would be a pretty big shock for him to realize that he had a nearly naked redhead standing with wet panties just inches away from him. I took his hand and guided it to the glass. I moved to return to the couch and peeled off my panties before sitting back down. The feel of leather upon my bare bottom was luxurious.

I took a sip of my ice tea. I just sat there and marveled at the fact that I had just stripped completely naked in front of a blind man. I asked him to tell me something about himself. As, he proceeded to talk about his life past and present, I took an ice cube out of my drink. I played with it by gliding it across my already hard nipples. A trickle of cool water flowed down from my breast and across my belly into my hot cunt. I began asking the man questions to keep him talking, as I spread my legs wide right in front of him and slipped a finger inside myself. He kept talking and I kept playing with myself, feeling my passion build.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when all of a sudden I heard a noise behind me. I turned and saw a black Labrador coming down the stairs.

He laughed and said, "Oh I hear Max finally woke up from his morning nap." "Would you mind terribly, taking him outside." "There's a yard leash hooked next to the door so that he can run on a line across the backyard."

I giggled and said, "Why sure. Let's go Max."

The dog followed me into the kitchen and to back door. But, I had no sooner turned the handle on the door and the dog bolted past me and ran out the door. Without thinking, I ran straight out after him, because I was scared he would get loose in the neighborhood. Luckily, I'm pretty quick and I caught him by his collar. Only, when I turned around to lead Max back to house, did I fully realize that I was standing out in the open stark naked in this man's backyard. There wasn't a fence or bush that prevented anyone in the world from seeing me. I tried to yank the dog back to house. He balked as dogs do when you try to pull them. So, I had to slowly and embarrassingly walk the dog back to the house and put him on his yard leash. I felt blessed that no one had seen me and I ducked back in the house.

I came back into the living room, breathing heavily. I wasn't sure if it was mostly from the exertion of chasing the dog or how aroused I was at having been exposing myself in broad daylight.

He asked as I returned, "Did Max get away from you?"

I replied, "Yes."

He laughed again, "He does that. Luckily, he doesn't go far."

"I usually listen to music before lunch." "Do you mind?" "I believe there's a good CD already in the stereo." "You can just play the last several tracks."

I walked over to the stereo, oddly self conscious of my nudity. I had never been around sight impaired people before. I wasn't quite use to the way they often followed sound by facing in the direction of it. I kept getting the uncanny feeling that he was watching me even though I knew he could not see.

I turned on the stereo. Classical music filled the air. This was not exactly my usual taste in music, but my senses were so heightened that anything and everything was stimulating me. I sat back down on the leather couch. I brazenly spread my legs and immediately began exploring inside myself with my fingers. As, I pinched my nipples, they became even harder. I watched this man lean back and relax and move subtly to the music. A warm gentle smile grew on his face. An even bigger hot wicked smile grew upon my face, as I wantonly pleasure myself just a short distance from him. I came with a strong silent climax. I've gotten pretty good with practice at being able to orgasm without making a sound. I usually am a heavy moaner and screamer. But, I learned that the simple skill of being able to come silently is very handy in public situation where I'm being bad. I've also learned that my resisting making a sound when I climax also intensifies my release.

Rather than satisfying me, my orgasm made me hungry for more. I felt like a mad woman with an uncontrollable urge to have my cunt filled. I began wondering what I could fuck myself with. I know that there was sitting in front of me a man with a cock that I'd guess wouldn't mind participating in my erotic play. Believe me, my mind was filled with images of unzipping this man and freeing his cock and aggressively sucking him. I could see myself straddling his lap, with my ass bouncing up and down, trying to drive his cock deeper inside of me. But, I was unwilling to accept the potential personal and professional consequences of such actions.

I began to desperately look around the room for something long and hard. On a side table I noticed a candle holder.

I thought, "This is ridiculous. How can I be so slutty to think of fucking myself with a candle?"

I wanted to, but, I thought I couldn't be that crazy. But, by this time my cunt seemed to have a mind of its own, so I just kept playing with my finger inside of me. Within a short time I had two more brief intense climaxes. I continued to enjoy myself deeply as I spread my legs apart farther and brought my knees to my chest.

If someone had told me a woman could get herself into such a naughty position, I think I would have had trouble believing it. But, I was there, so I have no choice but believe it.

As the CD finished with a loud finale, the man said, "That was beautiful." "Would you be able to read for me some more?"

I took a calming breath and answered, "Why of course."

He continued, "On the coffee table there under the magazines you should find a bible.

I nearly fainted when he mentioned the bible. I can't tell you the number of times in my life when religion and sex seem to collide with each other. I've never been able to figure it out except I believe that the Almighty must have a very bizarre sense of humor. So, there I was a preacher's daughter sitting naked with my legs spread wide finger fucking myself silly to satisfy my need to be bad. And this man asks me to read the bible to him. What could I say? I had to comply with his wishes to avoid any suspicion on his part. He asked me to read a Psalm to him which is a very beautiful poetic part of the bible.

Luckily, I've always felt jokingly that as a preacher's kid that I had spent enough time enough time in church to have already paid for my ticket to heaven. I also believe that God really doesn't punish people for silly, playful, things they do no matter how bad they seem, especially if they don't really hurt anyone. When I finished he asked me make lunch for us.

I then walked naked in the kitchen and prepare soup and sandwiches for the both of us. I played with myself in the kitchen and climaxed again. I brought lunch out to the dining room table and sat across from my client. As, we ate lunch in silence, I marveled once again at the fact that I was sitting naked across from this man. The sensation was delicious.

He broke the silence by saying, "I've been meaning to ask you, what is that delightful perfume that you are wearing."

I didn't know what to say. I wasn't wearing any perfume. What he was smelling was simply my wet pussy. So, I lied and told him that it was a special custom blended scent. The phone rang and I stood up and went and brought the remote phone to him. I left the room so, he could talk in private. I walked around the house with my bare feet enjoying the smoothness of his hard wood floors. I walked up stairs and took a peek in his bedroom, feeling guilty at being so nosy.

When I returned, he had resumed eating his lunch. I sat down again and proceeded to enjoy mine. When, I was almost finished, I heard a car pull up into the drive way.

He said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that my friend on the phone said he'd be here anytime to pick up a book that I have for him."

My face felt red hot and I quickly stood up, excusing myself to the bathroom. I ran quickly and quietly across to the living room and scooped up my clothes and ducked into the bathroom, just as he approached to answer the door. I came out and hoped that my face wasn't too flushed. He introduced me to his friend and asked me get the book for his friend that was lying on the coffee table. As, I went into the living room, I almost died when I noticed that my panties were lying on the leather couch. I looked back and saw with gratitude that the two men were talking intensely and hadn't noticed. I grabbed the book and the panties and stuffed them into my purse that was sitting on the floor.

I brought the book to the client's friend. He smiled and took it from my quivering hand. I couldn't believe how shaky I was at nearly being caught naked in the client's house by his friend.

The client said, "My friend has just asked me out to coffee." "So you can have the rest of the day off." "Thank you so much for your assistance." "It was a sincere pleasure to spend the day with you."

I answered him truthfully, "The pleasure was all mind."

I picked up my purse and drove home in a dreamlike state recalling the delightful pleasures of the day.

fearless frank, I don't know how to thank you for one of the most erotic times of my life.

need to be bad

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I hope you find some of the pleasure that I have in fulfilling my need to be bad. If this turns you on, please check out the thread in the Literotica Personals - A Strange Request, (you may need to search through the pages because it moves) and read what is currently happening or participate by offering a challenge.