Hacker’s Punishment Continued
by MOF

Part 8

Chapter 11 Melanie’s Fifteenth Post to Leviticus

I woke up before Jen and was showered and having my morning cup of coffee before she appeared. She was disheveled from sleep and wearing just panties and a t-shirt. She looked delectable.

“Morning,” I said brightly.

“Mrmf,” she responded.

Evidently, Jen wasn’t a morning person.

After she got half way through her cup of coffee she became coherent.

“You look beautiful this morning,” she told me.

“Thanks. You look like something the cat dragged in.”

She smiled and said that last night was wonderful and I agreed.

“You have to masturbate, today?” she asked.

I said yes. Twice.

“How are you going to do it? You’ve got to be all sexed out, or something.”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. If I can’t come I fake it. But think about it. Since Sunday evening I’ve had five orgasms and I didn’t have to fake it once. What’s two more? Seriously though. I sit here naked and I think about last night and then I think about going in to work and having to take my clothes off and sit around naked while the guys look at me. Well, somehow I think I might just be ready for one more. Or even two more. Do you think that this is what it’s like to be a nymphomaniac? I mean, I’ve just had sex or I’m thinking about having sex or I’m in the process of having sex. My life isn’t about being naked. It’s about sex. It’s tiring. It’s distracting. I’m so confused. I feel like I’m going to cry. I’m sorry, Jen. You don’t want to hear all this.”

Jen came over and knelt by me and wrapped her arms around me and hugged me close.

“Yes, I do, Mel. I love you and I want to share your emotions. I don’t know what to say but if there’s anything I can do please tell me. Anything.”

I smiled at her. “You’re doing the right thing now. In fact if you keep doing it I’m going to sneak one in before ten o’clock.”

She laughed and kissed me on the lips and told me she loved me. The moment could have continued but I had to get to work.

Work was tough. It was hard to focus. I kept thinking about sex and Jen and sex and Jack and sex. Jack was a problem. I wasn’t going to see him until tomorrow night. I had to tell him all before he read about it in Leviticus. I didn’t know what I would do if I had to choose. Jack or Jen. I wanted both. I wanted it all.

It was a typical day at the office. Strip, ogle, masturbate (successfully), dress, bathroom break, strip, ogle, lunch (while naked and being ogled,) ogle (some more), masturbate (successfully again), dress, bathroom break, strip, ogle, dress and leave for home. I don’t know how I got any work done but I managed. Close to home I had to strip again and I would be naked until I was on my way to work again tomorrow. Then I’d do it all over again. When I write about it, it seems horrible but on a minute to minute basis I seem to survive. I suppose the worst part was masturbating while I knew that Levi was watching me. But, somehow, I always managed to achieve an orgasm and who ever heard of a bad orgasm?

I stopped at the usual spot on the way home to take my clothes off before I reached my street and that’s when it occurred to me that it was time to mow, trim and water the front yard. The thought of putting on those whore clothes and displaying myself made my stomach turn. I was looking forward to getting home and seeing Jen but the thought of doing the yard made me almost sick.

Once I was naked I turned on to my street and drove toward my house. I didn’t have to do the lawn after all. Jen was doing it. In my whore clothes. It was mowed, it was trimmed and she was standing in the drive with a hose in hand watering the shrubs. Jen’s breasts are a little larger than mine and when she smiled and waved one popped out. A car driving by in the opposite direction slowed and tooted. I pulled in the driveway and sat in the car and watched her as she turned the water off and coiled the hose. She had all the problems I had. A boob would expose itself and she’d put it back. The zipper would slide and she’d suck in her tummy and give it a jerk. No painful pubes though. When she bent down to work the faucet the zipper gave way, the shorts rode down and I saw her crack. Another car, another toot. After coiling the hose she walked between my car and the open garage door toward the corner where I threw the clothes after my trip to the porn shop. As she walked the shorts kept sliding down but no matter. When she got to the corner she checked the street and slid them off. With a jerk the useless top was off. Then she strode through the garage toward the door with an accentuated wiggle of her very attractive bare bottom.

She looked hot. She looked vulnerable, sexy and hot. I was mesmerized by the sight of my best friend exposing and humiliating herself in public. I found it exciting and erotic. Now I could understand how they felt when they watched my exercises the other day.

I got out of the car, lowered the garage door and headed into the house. She was still naked and sitting at the kitchen table having a beer.

“Wow,” she said. “That was intense. Let’s make love.”

I laughed. “Maybe later.”

She pressed on. “I don’t know what it is, Mel. Those clothes are the worst thing ever. I felt like such a slut. So why am I so horny?”

“Welcome to my world,” I responded. “So what do you think you’re doing? What’s Levi going to say? You’re a sweetheart for doing the lawn and I can’t believe that you wore those rags but, shit, what’s next?”

“Levi said do the lawn in the whore clothes. He didn’t say who should do it, did he? The pervert should be happy to see a different girl humiliate herself for his entertainment. Actually I don’t care what he thinks. Let’s go fuck.”

With that she stood, took my hand and led me into the bedroom. We spent the next hour pleasing each other. I achieved orgasm number three for the day and she got at least two from my efforts.

Exhausted, we lay on the bed and talked. I told her about my day and she asked lots of questions and wanted details. What’s it like with those two guys looking at me naked? Do I look forward to masturbating? How do I keep from making too much noise while masturbating? Things like that. After we exhausted my sex life and what it’s like I asked her about hers. Did she masturbate? How often? Did she have any toys? I asked her if she felt any attraction to guys at all. She said no but the way she said it made me wonder.

“Never?” I asked.

“No, never,” she replied. After a pause she said, “But I sometimes wonder...”

“Wonder what?”

“Fellatio. You know. Like do you ever suck Jack off?”

“You mean a blow job?”

“Yeah, a blow job. Do you do that?”

“Yes. Lots. Why?”

“What’s it like? I mean, what does it feel like to have his cock in your mouth? Does he come in your mouth? Then what? What does it taste like? Do you like it?”

I laughed. “I like having his cock in my mouth, I like having him come in my mouth, I can’t describe the taste but it’s okay and, although you didn’t ask, it’s not fattening.”

Jen didn’t say anything and I wondered what she was thinking. “Why do you ask? You want to try it?”

Her answer surprised me. “Yes I’d like to try it. It’s funny. Kissing a guy disgusts me and having his penis in me, in my vagina I mean, disgusts me even more. I can’t stand even the thought of having a naked guy on top of me. But I often wondered what it would be like to have his hard dick in my mouth and have him come. Is that crazy?”

“Yes,” I replied. “It’s crazy. You’re crazy. In the off chance that Jack and I still have a relationship after tomorrow I’ll tell him that you want to blow him. Or if he decides to bolt like a normal guy then you can ask him yourself. I never heard of a guy turning down a blow job from a pretty girl.”

“Really? You’d ask him? You wouldn’t mind? Be jealous or anything?”

“If he’s going to accept our relationship how could I be jealous about something like that?”

We talked some more and then hurried through dinner so I wouldn’t be late for my exercises. When we went into the living room and I took my place in front of the window, the three boys were ready for there daily dose of naked Melanie. Jen had put her t-shirt and panties on again and was watching from a chair where the boys wouldn’t see her but where she wouldn’t miss a thing. Half way through my first set of windmills there was a flash. I saw one of the boys with a small digital camera. Immediately I stopped and moved away from the window.

“Shit, Jen, what do I do now? I don’t want pictures of naked me all over the Internet. That’s not part of the bargain.”

“The flash will reflect off the window,” she said. “He got nothing.”

“Yeah, but he’ll figure it out. Fuck.”

We worried it over for another minute when the doorbell rang. “Now what?” I said as I went to answer it.

One of the boys was in the doorway, the one from my first day of exercises.

“What?” I said.

“Uh, my names’s Matt.”

“Hi Matt. What can I do for you?”

“Uh, me and the other guys...” Matt sort of gestured over his shoulder with his head to where the two other boys were standing by the curb. “We, uh, would like to know if you’re going to finish your, uh, exercises.” The poor boy was beet red. He wanted to look in my eyes as he talked but they kept slipping down. “We think you’re, uh, very pretty and we , uh, like to, you know, sort of watch if, you know, it would be okay.”

“Watch? What’s with the camera? That’s more than just watching.”

“That was Jason,” Matt replied sounding a little mad. “He’s a jerk. He promises not to take any pictures any more.”

“So you think I’m pretty, huh?”

“Yes, ma'am, We do. We really do.”

“I’ll bet none of you ever even looked at my face.”

“Uh, yes we do. Uh, we all think you’re pretty and, well...”

Matt was beginning to became a little flustered. I decided to let him off the hook. “No pictures?”

“No ma'am.”

I shut the door and continued my exercises where I left off. The boys hurriedly returned to their former places on my lawn and watched. When I did the final five minutes of windmills and they got their chance to inspect my twat and butt hole for the millionth time I turned and waved. They smiled and waved back as if it was as normal as waving to a friend on the street.

Then I checked for e-mails.

Dear Melanie and Jen,

So you’re a team now. I don’t recall saying anything about teamwork but I don’t recall not saying anything either. But if you’re a team you’re both going to have to live by the same rules. Naked in the house, naked in the yard and naked on the street. Same dress code off the street. And since Jen has chosen to be a part of your household you should take her around to meet your neighbors.

As for her car, she may use the driveway but if she parks in the street it can’t be in front of the house. If she did, how could anyone see you exercise as they drove by, Melanie? I might add that the same goes for other guests.

If Jen should choose not to participate I can always extend the number of your tasks, Melanie.

I’m planning your next to last task and for this one you’ll be naked part of the time. Isn’t that a surprise? But I have decided that up until now you haven’t been naked enough. There’s that pretty little patch of pubic hair that your overly active sex has been hiding behind. It has to go. You and your new teammate can take care of that tonight. I’ll have to approve, of course, so you can send me a picture in a reply to this e-mail.

Have a delightful evening.

Love, Levi

By the time we had finished reading Levi’s e-mail Jen was naked. I told her no, she didn’t have to and she said yes she did. It was her fault and it might be fun.

“Fun? I said. “You’re ready to meet my neighbors like that? And your car. It’s in front of the house. How are you going to move it? Are you sure about this? And your clothes. You can’t wear mine because you’re shorter and the dresses will be too long.”

“You’re right,” she said. “I’ll move my car and then we’ll shave your pubes and go after the dresses.”

With that she ran for the front door and peeked out. Seeing that the coast was clear she sprinted to her car, pulled it in the drive and then ran back in the house. She looked very sexy doing it. Watching her sprint naked was a turn on. I began to wonder if I had number four in me.

Next it was to the bathroom. Jen insisted on doing the whole procedure. While I sat on the toilet with my legs spread she lathered and shaved me. When finished she said that I looked good enough to eat which she promptly began doing. Laughing, I pushed her face out of my crotch and told her we had to do her dresses.

She gathered up a couple sun dresses and I got the ruler and we went to work. By the time we were finished measuring I had had my hands all over her. I asked her if she wanted to go out and try them on but she said no, she’d do it tomorrow and that she was ready for bed.

“Tired?” I asked.

“No.” she replied. “Just the opposite.”

“Not yet. First the pictures.”

Using my phone we took a couple shots of my newly shaved pussy. Selecting the best one we sent it off to dick head. And then to bed.

I enjoyed number four and Jen enjoyed however many she had. And now here I am telling an audience of perverts my dirty little secrets. Some of you are probably wondering where I get off calling you perverts when I’m the one who’s running around naked and masturbating all the time and making love to both my girlfriend and my boyfriend. You got a point. You’re still a bunch of perverts.


Chapter 12 Melanie’s Sixteenth Post to Leviticus

I woke with the alarm. It was Wednesday morning and my twenty-sixth day naked. It wasn’t a day I was particularly looking forward to. First I had to go through the embarrassment of having to show my shiny new twat to the guys at work. And then there was Jack. How would he feel about my bourgeoning relationship with Jen? Was there any way that I could have them both? It seemed so unlikely but if it could only work...

While I was having my coffee Jen stumbled in naked and disheveled. Evidently she remembered her new dress code. She gave me a half smile, looked at my hairless sex, blew it a kiss and then went for the coffee.

Once she was conscious we discussed clothes, masturbating, and my upcoming meeting with Jack. I told her that if things went well not to expect me home tonight. She said she’d miss me but that she hoped they would work out.

By the time I arrived at work I was getting pretty nervous about Zeke and Robert seeing my bald sex. I kept telling myself that it was silly. Lots of women shaved their pubes. It was like I had changed my hair. Colored it or something. No big deal. But it was a big deal. This wasn’t just hair. This was sex. I’d just have to grin and bear it. Or is that grin and bare it? Oh well.

Upon entering my office I stripped and anxiously waited for the inevitable. Zeke was first. Since I was sitting behind my desk he didn’t see my naked crotch but this was Zeke and it was only a matter of time before he’d think of some inane reason for me to rise.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“How ya doing?”

“Fine, thank you. How are you this morning, Zeke?”

“Great. I was just going over the Wilcox account and couldn’t find the file. Do you have it?”

Wilcox account. Bottom drawer. Zeke must be in the mood for a butt shot.

“Sure,” I replied. “Let me get it.” I stood.


My heart was in my throat. I felt like a cheap whore showing off her freshly shaven twat. How did I ever get here? What ever happened to me. Strutting around my office stark naked. Even pubeless.

I smiled. “Like my new look, Zeke?”

“Yeah. I sure do.”

For the next fifteen minutes we supposedly talked business. Zeke would sit at the table in my office and say something like, “Look at this, Melanie,” and I would have to look over his shoulder and look as he looked. Elsewhere. After that charade Zeke left and in less than a minute Robert appeared and the whole travesty repeated. I got a lot more interruptions this morning than previous mornings. Finally ten o’clock rolled around and I told the guys I had to get some work done and needed some privacy to do it. Work. Hah! It was time to get out the old vibrator and go to town.

Strange as it may seem I was looking forward to it. Strange to me. Not strange to you perverts who seem to think that all women are nymphomaniacs. So maybe I’m becoming a nymphomaniac. I happen to think that it’s strange. I opened my computer and began watching the now familiar video of me humping my magic wand. As I watched I pleasured myself with my new best friend, a 10-Speed Clitoral Vibrator. There was no longer much question if I’d have to fake it or not. I vibrated, I enjoyed, I came.

That pretty much sums up what my day was like. Sometime in the afternoon, I can’t remember if it was before or after my second orgasm, Robert made an interesting comment during one of his frequent visits. He said that he was considering reorganizing the offices and that ours- Robert, Zeke and myself - would have our own separate set of rooms. That way I’d have a lot more freedom to be naked. I wouldn’t have to dress each time I left my office. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that pretty soon I expected this naked stuff to be behind me.

For the entire day there was always one thought that was in the back of my mind. How would I tell Jack about Jen? What would he say? I couldn’t imagine giving either one up. What if I had to choose? It drove me crazy. When my day was done I dressed and drove to Jack’s apartment. I pulled over on the way and did a quick change into one of my sun dresses. I thought that they were a little more sexy and I wanted any edge I could get. When I rang his bell my heart was in my throat.

The dress change was a waste of time. Thirty seconds after I entered his apartment it was off. Jack admired my naked snatch and then he was naked. Sixty seconds after that I was on my back with my legs in the air and working hard toward achieving my third orgasm of the day. It didn’t take long to reach.

Afterwards I told Jack that that was fun but that maybe next time we might want to spend a little time with this thing they call foreplay. He agreed.

I used a tissue from the night stand to clean up the two of us. Sex can be a messy business. Then the we simply laid on our backs and stared at the ceiling, saying nothing. Just thinking. Jack broke the silence.

“I read Saturday’s post about you having to masturbate for that asshole, Levi. It’s terrible. But then, I have a confession. You aren’t the only one that masturbates. All I had to do was read about it.”

“It gets worse,” I said.


“Yeah.” I went on to tell him about my waking up and doing it again and then writing about it.

“You’ll read all about it,” I said.

“Read about it? You didn’t post what you wrote, did you?”

I explained about Levi hacking my computer and my punishment for not posting about a “significant event.”

“So you have to masturbate twice a day at work?”




“And you actually come?”

“Every time.”

“Jesus. And just now? With me?”

“Of course with you. If I can come with my little vibrator I can certainly come with you.”

“Wow. How do you do it?”

“I’m a rootin’ tootin’ orgasm machine.”

“I guess.”

“Actually it gets kind of distracting. If I’m not actually having sex, I’m thinking about it. Guys are always either checking out my naked body or if I’m not naked I’m so close to being naked that guys are thinking the same thing. And, god help me, it makes me horny. And when I’m horny I’m thinking about sex. But I’ve got another problem.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“Well, you know that Jen’s moved in with me.”

“Yeah. I was supposed to help her move some stuff today. You think this weekend will be okay?”

“This weekend’s fine. Jack, you know I love you. I love being with you. I love making love with you. And I want it to go on. I want it to last. I’ll be heartbroken if it doesn’t.”

I started crying. I turned to him and wrapped my arms around him and pressed my body next to his. I could feel him stiffen. A cynic might say that I was using my so-called feminine charms to forward my case. Not true. I was simply letting my overwrought emotions take over.

“Mel,” he said. “What’s the matter.”

“It’s Jen.”


“Well, you see, it’s like she’s my roommate now and, well, she’s not just my roommate.”

“What do you mean, “she’s not just your roommate?” She’s either your room... Mel, you mean that you and Jen... I’ve always thought that Jen was maybe queer but... You and Jen?”

Jack moved an inch away. He got soft. Shit.

“Yeah. Jack. Me and Jen. I love Jen. I love you. I love making love with Jen. I love making love with you. Jen’s queer. You’re straight. I guess I’m in between. I guess you call it bi.”

I began crying harder. Through my tears I said, “Jack, I’m so fucked up. I don’t know what I am. All this naked stuff and masturbating stuff. I don’t know what’s going on. All I know is that I love two people and I want both people and you’re one of the people and I love you so much... Please, Jack. Try to understand. Please.”

Jack closed the space between us and he kissed my wet eyes and my lips and said my name. He became hard again and his hands started wandering. Mine wandered back. This time we took it slow. Our hands wandered and our lips wandered. I was on my back, I was on my side and I was on my knees. The bed squeaked and groaned and I squeaked and groaned. Jack kept repeating my name. He began a rhythm and every time he said Mel his loins slapped into my butt with a smacking sound. The sound got harder and faster and my breath got harder and faster until we both erupted in an explosion of grunts, groans and dirty words. Number four was the biggest and the best of the day. So far.

Some more tissues for the clean up and we were back to where we started only this time Jack knew the score. He knew that his crazy girlfriend/lover had a girlfriend /lover. Sex is one thing but reality was another. Reality time.

After a long silence Jack said, “Actually, it’s kind of sexy. I picture you and Jen and then you and me. You’re some kind a super girl, Mel. I mean me and Jen and all the masturbating. What kind of vitamins do you take? I’d kill to have your libido.” He paused and said nothing and I had nothing to say at that point so there was some more silence. Then he continued. “I love you, Mel. I’d only get half of you but I’m beginning to think that half of you is more than all of any other girl alive.”

I wanted to cheer. I wanted pump my fist and yell out, “Yes! Yes!” Instead I turned to him and kissed him gently on the lips. Quietly I said, “Can we try it, Jack? Jen wants to try it. I really think that maybe it can work.”

“Yeah. Why not? What’s the worst that can happen?” Jack was quiet for a minute, thinking, and then said, “You and Jen. Who would have believed it. You’re really something, Mel.” He continued thinking. “You’ve come four times today. Four orgasms. Wow.”

Then he leaned over and kissed me on my lips, my neck, my breasts, my nipples. When he got to my nipples he nibbled a little bit and then traveled south to my belly where he did some more nibbling. The journey wasn’t over and it was a pretty long journey but it was the same old destination. Number five wasn’t as great as number four but it was definitely an orgasm. A long languorous orgasm.

By the time we were done we were both exhausted and starving. We ate a naked dinner and now I’m sitting at Jack’s computer typing this. I’m going to tell you something really crazy. As I write about my day and think about making love to Jack and making love to Jen and even about masturbating in my office... As I think about all of those things I’m getting horny. What’s the matter with me? Am I really turning into a nymphomaniac? Can I achieve another one tonight? Maybe tomorrow morning before I go to work. God, what a life.


End of part 8

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