Chapter 3: The pageant
**The Nudist's Stage**
The stage loomed before Mariana, a rustic wooden platform elevated several feet above the ground, adorned with fading tinsel and a garland of wilting flowers. The rows of plastic chairs surrounding the stage were filled with an assorted crowd of nudists, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Mariana could feel their gazes on her, hot and hungry, as she stood behind the red velvet curtain, waiting for her cue to walk onto the stage. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the dampness between her legs, her pussy throbbing with a mixture of nerves and excitement. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, yet so alive.
"Alright, darling," Michael's voice rumbled in her ear, his breath hot on her neck. "You're up. Remember, just be yourself. Show them what you've got." His hand gave her ass a firm squeeze, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her clit. She pushed aside the curtain and stepped onto the stage, her head held high, her body on full display.
The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, their eyes roaming over her body. She walked the length of the stage, her hips swaying, her ass cheeks clenching with each step. She could hear the appreciative murmurs, the low whistles, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as some of the men in the audience began to pleasure themselves.
She reached the end of the stage, where a panel of judges sat, their eyes gleaming with interest. She turned to face them, her back straight, her chin up. She could see Michael among them, his eyes locked onto her, his jaw clenched, his cock straining against his thigh.
They commented among them, signaling her body and taking notes. Mariana turned around and slowly bent over, as she had been instructed to do. She could feel the eyes of the judges fixed on her pussy, and her asshole. She spread her legs slightly, allowing them a better view, and felt a surge of power and arousal. She could see some men masturbating, but she was concentrated on her performance.
As she stood up, she caught Michael's gaze. His eyes were dark with lust, his cock standing proud and erect. He licked his lips, his gaze never leaving hers. "Fuck, Mariana," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You're a natural up here."
But, after exposing her naked body to the jury, Mariana had to keep walking.
She had to go to the other side of the stage, where three men, all naked and hard, were waiting for her. They were masturbating shamelessly, watching her walking . This contest was much more sexual than Clarice had told her.
Mariana knew the poses she had to do, even if that meant exposing herself for the sexual pleasure of the three men. She had no choice but to go there and do what the rules of the contest required, even if the sight of those men, their cocks hard and ready, made her stomach churn with unease.
She walked towards them, her hips swaying, her small tits trembling with each step. She stopped in front of them, her heart pounding in her chest, and posed standing, with her legs separated, offering a perfect view of her pussy.
"Turn around, sweetheart," one of them growled, his voice thick with lust.
She knew what they wanted, what they expected of her. She took a deep breath, and turned around, presenting them with a perfect view of her ass and pussy.
"Fuck, yeah," another one of them groaned, his hand stroking his cock faster. "Look at that sweet little cunt. I bet it tastes divine."
Mariana could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her pussy throbbing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She completed the turn having to face again the three men. Although she was a little angry at the men's impudence, she had to force a smile, as was expected of the contestants.
I stood there, as the men openly stared at my pussy, their cocks hard and leaking pre-cum. I could see the hunger in their eyes. After having to maintain the pose for a few long seconds, I was happy to keep walking.
I reached the last stop, where a fat man was waiting for me with a microphone in his hand. I felt his hungry gaze on my body. "Mariana, you've done well so far. Now, I'll ask you a few questions"
The fat man took advantage, with the excuse of bringing the microphone closer to me, to grab and caress my body. I felt his sweaty hands on my breasts, on my hips, on my ass. I tried to move away, but his grip was too strong.
"Tell me, Mariana, what do you like of being naked at a nudist resort?" the fat man asked, his gaze locked onto my body, his hand squeezing my ass cheek.
I could feel the anger bubbling inside me, but I also felt a strange, dark excitement. I had never been so brazenly objectified. I took a deep breath. "I like the freedom," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside my. "The feeling of not having to hide, of being able to be myself without judgment."
The fat man chuckled, his hand sliding down to cup her pussy. "so you like to show off your naked body huh little whore" The audience laugh.
The fat man didn't wait for a response. "Thank you Mariana, you can go back and finish your parade.", said while giving me a last rubbing to my body and a farewell slap on the ass.
I could feel the humiliation burning in my cheeks as I walked back to my starting position. The audience was laughing and clapping, enjoying the show.
Mariana felt humiliated and angry, but she also felt a strange, dark excitement. She had never been so brazenly objectified, and it was both degrading and exhilarating.
As she walked back to her starting position, she could feel the eyes of the audience on her, their gazes hot and hungry. She could see the lust in their eyes, the way they were looking at her body, licking their lips, stroking their cocks.
She reached her starting position and stood still, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the dampness between her legs, her pussy throbbing with a mix of humiliation and arousal.