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I had just moved into the country to a nice little cottage that my mother owned, she left it to me when she died. I had lived there for a couple of months, and began to feel at home and took to exploring the countryside. Across the lane from my house was a footpath lined on both sides by a tall hedge, it went past a large mansion house, which was the only other building for miles. The path led to a small wood which I thought I would investigate at some time.

My name is Ian I was 25 then and loved dressing as a women (still do). One Saturday afternoon, it was quite sunny and warm. I felt very sexy and decided to get dressed up and walk down the footpath to the wood. I had never seen anyone at the mansion so I felt quite sure that I would not be seen. I put on a white suspender belt, dark tan stockings, white frilly panties, a fairly short flared black skirt, a pink short sleeved shirt and black high heels. I put my favorite dildo into a small bag along with a jar of lubrication cream, I was going to have a good time.

I left the house and set of down the path I loved the feeling of the wind blowing up under my skirt onto my bare thighs above my stocking tops. I could feel my cock getting harder as I walked on past the mansion house, I could hardly see it for the high hedge and trees that surrounded it. I walked on into the wood ducking under branches, I lifted up the hem of my skirt to around my waist exposing my suspenders and panties. The long grass was tickling my upper thighs and my panty covered crotch. My cock güvenilir bahis was really hard now, I began to stroke it and wank it as I went further into the wood, pulling my panties to one side my balls and cock came out into the open it was lovely to feel the wind around them.

I came to a little clearing, the grass was quite short a tree had fallen down at sometime the trunk was partly overgrown with weeds, It made a good seat. I sat down and slowly played with my cock with one hand, the other playing with my balls. After a while, I stood up and pulled my panties down to my knees I lifted my skirt up high and sat back down on the tree trunk the roughness of the surface and the weeds felt good on my bare ass. I took the jar out of my bag, opened it, took some cream onto my fingers of my right hand and began to rub it around my ass hole.

I continued wanking with my left hand as I pushed one finger up my hole working it in and out, lubricating it then I worked in another finger alongside the first and worked them both in and out. then a third, my hole was ready for my dildo, it shone brightly in the afternoon sun as I rub on some cream I was getting very excited now, the dildo shagging my ass always gives me a huge orgasm. I placed the tip of the dildo against my hole it felt quite cool as I gently began to push it in, the end began to force open my hole stretching it further as it slowly entered, deeper and deeper it was soon as far in as it would go. I pulled it slowly out then pushed it back in, then out and in türkçe bahis getting faster each time soon I was thrusting away like mad wanking my cock at the same time really enjoying every thrust.

Then from nowhere a man’s voice asked if he could help. I just froze, I did not know what to say or do. The man was middle aged 46ish average height and build in smart trousers white shirt with an expensive looking tie. He did not wait to long for a reply – he just knelt down in front of me grabbed hold of my panties and took them off, he pushed my legs wide apart took my hand of the end of my dildo, then slowly he began to push it up me. Slowly at first then gradually getting faster, soon he was giving my hole a good fucking. I was still wanking myself really beginning to enjoy this new experience, having never been with a man before.

I looked at him, as he was ramming my dildo up me he was undoing his trousers with his free hand, he said he was sure I would enjoy the real thing more. He pulled the dildo out of my hole stood up took off his trousers and pants and knelt back down in front of me. His cock was quite a size bigger than mine, already erect the tip moist as he pulled back his foreskin. He took hold of my ankles one in each hand lifted my legs up high in the air the tip of his cock touched my open hole. He thrust forward in one movement his cock was totally embedded in my ass. I let out a big sigh, I was being totally filled by his cock each thrust he was ramming his cock as far into me as it would possibly go, his güvenilir bahis siteleri balls slapping into my ass each time.

I can tell you are enjoying this he said, as he fucked me some more. he suddenly pulled his cock out of me and told me to get up and turn round and bend over the trunk on my knees. I just did what he said, he lifted my skirt up out of the way, as it was covering my ass, then I felt his cock back up inside me again. He fucked me for a little while longer then I could tell he was just about to cum he pulled out and sprayed my ass with his spunk. I could feel it running down between the cheeks of my ass and down the back of my thighs. He stood up and I got up and sat on the trunk. He picked up my panties, wiped his cock and balls in them and gave them back to me.

He said he owned the mansion house. He lived there alone and if I wanted to join him the next weekend at his house we could have some more fun but in more comfortable surroundings. If you do come make it, he said, come Saturday afternoon and to dress like a tart – fishnet stockings, mini skirt etc. Then he left.

I was totally amazed – the whole thing seemed like a fantastic dream but my sore ass and the cum dripping off me told me it was very real. My cock was still hard so I continued to wank myself off, having an amazing orgasm. Then I pulled on my panties the mans cum soaking into them from my ass. It felt good, as I walked back up the path, I could feel the damp patches on my stocking tops where the man’s cum had run down to and soaked in. As I passed his house I was thinking about next weekend, should I go, or not. My ass felt quite sore from the pounding but it did feel good.

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The characters in this story, Chris Gringle, owner of Grissom’s Gardens, and Holly Barry, were introduced in the holiday story, Candy Canes and Kissing Balls.

*****

“Fine!” Holly yells, as she collapses onto the couch.

“Fine!” Chris yells back, as he goes out the door and slams it, hard.

Holly huddles on the couch, grasping a pillow to her chest, sobbing her heart out. They just had their first real fight. She can’t believe what he expects from her. How dare he assume she’d just go along with his request with no regard for her feelings on the matter.

Chris storms down the stairs to his car and slams the door. He takes a deep breath before he puts the key in the ignition. He wasn’t asking much, in the scheme of things. He thought she’d love the idea, the sensuality and adventure of it. How could he be so wrong?

They’ve been a couple since they met during the Christmas holidays. They share a love of things kinky and have had several adventures indulging their desires for BDSM. Both being switches, they have fun trying things out on each other. But to Holly, this latest request is going too far.

Chris guns his car and speeds back to his place. Once there, he pours himself a stiff drink and takes it down to his basement playroom. Looking around, he decides there are too many memories there, so he goes into the yet unused room next door. He sits himself in his specially designed barber chair and fumes.

Holly has to pad to the bedroom to get more tissues. She blows her nose and is done with crying, until she spies the paddle he uses on her sitting on a chair. She starts crying again and throws herself onto the bed. She pounds a pillow as if it is attacking her.

She cries until she’s cried out. With a pounding headache, she takes some aspirin, gets into her nightgown and crawls into bed. Maybe if she sleeps, things will look better in the morning. Maybe.

Chris wants to drink himself into oblivion, but doesn’t. He knows better than that; problems do not look better, no solutions come, when you’re half blind. He sips his drink, pondering what went wrong with the conversation.

He puts his head back on the headrest and closes his eyes. His drink consumed, he falls asleep in the chair.

The next morning, Holly groans as she looks in the bathroom mirror. Crying always has its price and her face shows it. She showers, inhaling the steam. She really doesn’t want to go to work but calling in sick is not an option today. Her boss is at a conference and she has to man the office.

The day goes as expected; a flurry of phone calls in the morning, a paperwork snafu, and the afternoon drags on. Her colleague, Silvia, has been watching her all day. She knows something is wrong. When it is time to close the office, Silvia asks Holly out for a drink.

Holly, not wanting to go home, says “Yes. I could definitely use one.”

Silvia is a smart, older woman. You wouldn’t know it to look at her, but she’s had many interesting experiences in her life. She thinks she can help Holly with whatever the matter is.

They order drinks at a quiet hideaway bar, one they both feel comfortable being in.

“Holly, something is wrong. Tell me, maybe I can help.”

“We had our first fight. I don’t know what to do now.”

“Well, how bad was it?”

“Chris wants me to do something; he even planned it, without asking for my opinion. He assumed I’d go along with it. It scared me and made me mad.”

“Was this thing so outrageous that you couldn’t do it, or didn’t want to for other reasons?”

“It was the assumption that I would change something just because he thought it would be exciting, that I would be turned on by it.”

“Holly, what was this thing he wanted you to do?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Please.”

“Okay, but let me just say this. If it scared you, do some research on it. I’m sure he isn’t the first person to think of whatever it is, there has to be something on the internet.

Find out how others handle it, did or did they not like it, etc. It will be less scary if you know more about it.”

“Okay, maybe I will. Now, let’s drink.”

That was the end of that conversation, but Silvia did plant a seed of curiosity in Holly’s mind.

Chris has a headache when he wakes, still in the barber chair. His muscles complain when he gets up out of the chair, so he downs some aspirin with his coffee. He feels better after a hot shower, and makes his way to the nursery which he owns.

After the holidays, it is pretty quiet. Plants don’t move much during the winter months so he concentrates on after holiday inventory and paying the first of many bills.

After he closes the shop, he stops and picks up some dinner and goes home. He pours a glass of wine and eats while watching the news. He tries not to think about the fight, but finally gives up and logs onto the internet, looking for anonymous advice on how to get your partner to agree to a kink activity.

He finds a few helpful items and bookmarks them for güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri later. He feels a little better now about dealing with this issue.

Once Holly is home, her curiosity gets the better of her. She is so upset that the drinks she had didn’t really make her tipsy, so feeling sober, she logs onto the ‘net. She types in search words and up pop many items to click on.

She decides to read articles before viewing any videos. She clicks on one link and reads about one woman’s experience. The woman was forced but found it so exciting, that she plans to have her partner do it again.

She finds another link to an article written by a woman who hated the experience. She expresses the fears that Holly has and she feels vindicated. She then clicks on a link and reads a first-hand report of exactly what Chris asked of her. As she reads deeper into the article, she finds her fear lessening.

The woman was reluctant, but found the experience so sensuous, so empowering that she was glad she let her partner do it. So far, two out of three articles are positive.

She tries the videos next. The first video shows a woman being forced into the situation and crying but also masturbating and cuming. Talk about mixed messages! Holly moves on to the next one.

In this one, the woman is tied up, naked, and looks totally terrified at first, but then she cums, without any intimate touching. Holly admits to herself that this one turned her on.

To choose the next one, Holly closes her eyes and moves the mouse and just clicks and watches whatever one she gets. This video is done slowly, and sensuously. The woman is totally into it and smiles as the situation unfolds.

Holly realizes that this could be, if done right, be very sexy and lead to other things. She resolves to speak to Chris about it. Maybe they can resolve this and both be happy.

Both Chris and Holly give it a few days before speaking, both wanting to have cool heads prevailing. Neither had planned when exactly they would get together and talk, but fate has other plans for them.

Holly enters the grocery store, looking to pick up items to make dinner for her and Silvia on Saturday. She’s in the pasta aisle looking at the top shelf for her favorite tomato paste. She sees it way back on the shelf, but she’s too short to reach for it.

She turns and sees a tall man across the aisle and asks him if he could get it for her. He turns, and she’s looking at Chris.

“Um, hi,” Holly says, feeling awkward. “I’m making dinner for Silvy and I need some tomato paste.”

Chris reaches up easily and grabs a can. “Just one?”

“Yes, thanks.”

Chris turns to walk away.

“Um, Chris! Please, we need to talk.”

Chris turns back and stands, waiting.

“I’ve done some thinking, and some research. I was scared, but now I think it could work for both of us.”

“You do? Tell me.”

“Not here. Can we go somewhere, get coffee, or something.”

“Yes. Okay. Let’s finish shopping and talk.”

They each checkout their purchases, put them in their cars, and Holly follows Chris to a local coffee shop. They find a quiet corner to talk. Holly starts first.

“Chris, I felt really scared about what you asked for. I had never heard of it, much less wanted it. It’s such a radical change. It would affect not only me, but those around me. How am I supposed to explain it to my boss, co-workers, family, and friends?

I still don’t know how, but I’ve done some research and it opened my eyes to the possibility of it being a real turn-on, if done right. Would you be willing to work on it with me?”

Chris likes what he’s hearing from her. He’s happy she took the initiative to find out things on her own. As she’s talking, he’s picturing her under his control, and how she would look afterwards. It will be good for her; he will make sure it is.

“I had no idea that it scared you so much. I guess I just thought you’d know about it. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’ve done some reading on the subject as well and I think I can make it good for you; make you feel good. We can do this together.”

They walk out of the shop, hand-in-hand, glad they made up. He walks her to her car and kisses her as if on a first date before going to his car.

On Saturday, as Holly is putting dinner on the table, Silvia asks about the problem.

“I ran into Chris in the grocery store and we went for coffee and talked about it. We’re going to work on it together soon. I think it will be great.”

“But you still won’t tell me what it was about?”

“No, maybe later on.”

About a week later, Chris arrives at Holly’s house and they make plans, taking into account her fears and ways to resolve it. Holly is much relieved and looks forward to the experience. Chris is pumped that he will get to give such pleasure to her.

D Day will be on Valentine’s Day, which is a Friday; his gift to her; he guarantees that she won’t want to return it.

The day arrives and güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri Holly can’t sit still at her desk. Her pussy is so tingly in anticipation of the night. When she arrives home that night, she showers and dresses in a red hot teddie, crotchless, with black fishnet stockings and garter belt.

She doesn’t usually wear heels, but she splurged on a pair of Manolo Blahnik black leather caged sandals. She’s sure she’ll wear them more than once. She puts on black suit pants and jacket to cover it all up until she’s ready to reveal it to Chris.

She arrives at Chris’ and they have wine before dinner, both relaxing into each other as they used to. They eat a light but energy restoring dinner. After enjoying some kissing, and more wine, in the living room, he asks if she’s ready.

“Yes. I’ve been ready all day.”

They go down the stairs to the basement. He takes her hand and leads her into the room with the barber chair. He has placed candles around the room and proceeds to light them, giving the room a warm glow. He turns on some romantic instrumental music and keeps it low just to add a little ambiance.

“Lovely,” Holly says.

He walks over to her and starts to undress her. She swats his hands away and steps back from him, slowly unbuttoning the jacket. Before she shrugs it off, she undoes the slacks and lets them fall at her feet. She then takes off the jacket and steps out of the slacks. She does a slow turn so Chris can take in every detail.

“Wow! You look amazing, so hot!”

She places one leg up on the armrest of the chair and shows him the crotchless part of the teddie.

“Oh my god! I can’t wait!”

He quickly reaches her and takes her in his arms and kisses her deeply. She returns his kisses with passionate ones of her own.

They part and Chris tells her he has something for her. He takes a box from a drawer and hands it to her.

“I got the idea from something I read. It may help you get into the mood while I’m doing you.”

She opens it to see an egg-shaped vibrator and remote.

“You’ll have it inside you and you, or if you so choose, I will control it.”

Holly thinks a second. “I think it would be more fun if you control it.”

“Okay. Shall we have a seat?”

Holly sits herself in the barber chair.

“Spread your legs so I can insert the vibrator.”

Holly does, and before he puts the vibrator in, surprises her by licking her first. She’s already wet, he is happy to see. He licks her a few more times, then pushes the vibrator in.

“Shall we see if it works?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before turning it on and she squeals with delight at the sensation.

“I think you’re going to love this, Holly.”

Chris pulls some velvet ropes from a drawer and looks at Holly.

“Are you okay with this?”

She nods and says, “Yes. Go ahead.”

Chris ties her to the chair, arms and chest, before caping her, tightly. He pumps the chair up to a workable height.

“Shall I proceed?”

Holly takes a deep breath, and says, “Yes.”

Chris picks up the big clippers and Holly, never having seen anything so big, nearly cums looking at them. Chris sees her eyes widen and turns on the vibrator. All he hears is a slight hum and Holly’s yelp tells him he got her good.

He leaves the vibrator on the lowest setting as he puts clippers to her head. He starts at the side of her head and shaves up and flicks away the shorn hair. He watches her reaction but her eyes are closed.

Another pass of the clippers up her head and hair slides down the cape.

Her eyes open at the sound and sees her hair in her lap. She gives a little shiver knowing that it’s really happening and closes her eyes again.

When he’s done with that side, he turns the chair to do the other side. She still hasn’t opened her eyes. He spies a little tear slipping from her eye. To distract her, he turns the vibrator up until he hears her moaning and trying to move.

Just a little more and she’s breathing harder. It’s then that he turns the vibrator off completely. She groans in frustration and looks at him. “Bully.”

He shaves that side of her head and again moves the chair so he can do the front. He turns the vibrator on and she jumps in the chair, as much as the ropes allow. He turns it up as he clippers the top of her head.

The hair is sliding down her face and she keeps trying to blow it off. Chris leans down and blows it off for her, taking a quick kiss as he does.

A few more strokes of the clippers and the top of her head is bare. She feels the air lightly caressing her skin but her main awareness is the vibrations. She’s feeling them stronger and her pussy is getting wetter the longer he leaves it on.

Before the final shaving, he decides to play with her. He turns the vibrator up a little more every minute or two until it’s at the highest setting. She’s wiggling in her seat, trying to cum.

He lets this go on as long as he dares, then turns güvenilir bahis şirketleri it down, then up, then back down. He continues playing with her, almost letting her cum, then taking the pulsations away.

When she’s ready to scream from need, he pushes her head down and shaves her neck, from bottom to top. With the second pass of the clippers, he hears a moan escape from her.

It has a different sound than the moans from the vibrator and he knows that she is tuning into the clippers now.

He runs the clippers up her neck again, pressing just a little bit harder and her moan is deeper. The sensation of the clippers sends threads of heat down to her pussy.

With the vibrator sending them back up her spine, the circuit is complete and her body responds at an ever increasing pace.

He still has a lot of hair to remove, and shaves her again and again. Her moaning is breathy and faster. With the last few passes of the clippers, he turns the vibrator up to max and presses a little deeper and slower.

Her body is moving in the chair and she is cuming, moaning deeply with the unexpected pleasure she is feeling.

He turns off the clippers and slowly dials back the vibrator until it is off. She sits in the chair, breathing heavy, coming down from the high. Chris takes off the cape and removes the velvet ropes.

He looks at her face, so pink with passion. Her beautiful features stand out now without her hair to hide them. He hopes she feels the same when she sees herself shorn.

She slowly raises her head and looks at him. He has the chair looking away from the mirror.

“Do you want to see?”

“Am I still pretty?”

“You are still beautiful.”

He slowly turns the chair. Her head back down, she slowly lifts it and peers at her reflection. She’s stunned at her baldness. She reaches to touch the fuzz and recoils at first, but then reaches back to stroke it.

She puts her hand back in her lap and turns her head side to side. She’s quiet the entire time.

“Do you like it?”

“I’m in shock. I don’t know. It feels weird, looks weird.”

“I know you were worried about explaining it to others. I have a wig seller coming here tomorrow to pick out a wig for you to wear in public, if you want. With me, you can be without it, as I love you as you are.”

“Oh, Chris! That is so thoughtful! Thank you! It’s like this will be our little secret.”

Chris blows out the candles in the room and pulls her from the chair and holds her as they walk up the stairs to the bedroom. The lights are low as they descend onto the bed. He caresses her fuzzy head and kisses the top of it.

“Did you enjoy it as you thought you would?”

“I loved how you played with the vibrator, it helped distract me from losing my hair, but I have to admit, when you shaved my neck, I could feel it all the way to my toes. I didn’t know it would affect me that way.

I’ve read that some women turn on with that but it sounded unbelievable to me. So, to answer your question, yes, I ultimately enjoyed it.”

“I’m glad. I hope you will let me do that again. I love seeing you turned on.”

She kisses him and there is no more talk that night.

The next day, the wig seller arrives with trunks full of different styles, colors, and lengths. Chris helps Holly pick out a couple different ones and pays the woman. Holly is thrilled that she can try different styles.

She picks one for work, family and friends; one that looks like her usual hairdo, and she picks out a long, blond slutty looking wig, for intimate playtimes when she feels this way. Holly thanks Chris with an unexpected blowjob that leaves Chris speechless, which doesn’t happen very often.

At work the next Monday, Silvia noticed a change in Holly, and asked her for drinks again.

“Holly, you look relaxed and happy. Did things get resolved with Chris?”

“Oh, yes. We worked things out and it was a wonderful weekend.”

Holly picks up the pepper to sprinkle on her salad. It is very fresh and pungent, and it causes her to sneeze hard, which causes her wig to skew slightly.

“Uh, Holly,” Silvia touches her head.

“Oops,” Holly says as she adjusts it the best she can. “Well, I guess the secret is out.”

“You shaved your head?”

“Yes. That’s what our fight was about. He wanted to and I was scared, but we both did research and came to an agreement. We did it this weekend. He knew how worried I was about explaining it so he bought me a couple wigs.”

“Wow! Did you, I mean, how did you like it?”

“Yes, I ended up liking it. He has his own barber chair and has some training. It’s our little secret, so please don’t tell anyone.”

“Your secret is safe with me, as mine is with you.” Silvia lifts a curl on her head which lifts the wig on her head.

“Oh my god, you’re bald too?”

“Yes. My partner and I have been into shaving for years. We use foam and straight razors more than clippers. He’s an expert with the razor.”

They sit talking about different kinds of behavior. Holly learns that Silvia and Pete are into more extreme play than she and Chris are.

“So, are you going to get back at Chris at all?”

“Well, he did this as a Valentine’s gift, one he said I wouldn’t want to return, but you know, I think I do want to return the favor.

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I used a corkscrew to open our second bottle of a very nice Cab-Merlot blend and poured each of us another round into the long-stemmed glasses. My wife, Dana, our next door neighbor, Sue, and I were enjoying a warm, early evening on our deck last summer.

Dana took a sip of her wine, leaned back, and put her foot in my lap. Automatically, I put my hand on her foot and began to slowly stroke the length of her long, narrow foot. She wiggled her painted toes in response to my caresses.

Sue took a long sip from her glass and watched me stroke my wife’s foot lovingly.

“Paul gives a wonderful foot massage,” Dana told our neighbor. “Sometime, I think he has a foot fetish,” she added with a giggle.

I was a bit embarrassed, but I continued to lightly stroke the top of my wife’s foot absently.

“It must be divine,” Sue offered. “I wish my Dan would do that for me. My feet ache at night after I’ve been in heels all day.”

Dana found it hard to believe that Dan didn’t like to play with Sue’s feet. “There are only a few things that feel better than a good foot massage,” she quipped.

I reached for my wine glass, leaving Dana’s foot in my lap.

“Hey, don’t quit now!” Dana told me. “I was just starting to enjoy it.”

I told her that I was just having some wine and would soon continue.

I returned to massaging my wife’s foot and pulling gently on each toe. Dana leaned back and closed her eyes as I slowly worked on each small bone within her foot.

Dana finally opened her eyes and glanced at Sue. “Really, haven’t you ever had a good foot massage?” she asked.

“No, not really,” Sue replied. “I really don’t like massage stuff,” she added somewhat haughtily.

Dana grinned. “You don’t know what you’re missing, Sue. “You would love it, I’m sure.”

“Dan likes some of my other parts,” Sue joked, calling my attention to her ample breasts.

“Nevertheless, you should let Paul massage your feet for you. He’s really good at it.”

Sue hesitated. “I doubt if Paul would want to do my feet,” she bahis firmaları said without looking at me.

I looked over at Sue as I began to stroke Dana’s other foot. “It would be my pleasure, Sue,” I assured her.

Sue was wearing a T-shirt, a pair of white shorts and cute sandals. I noticed that she, too, had red painted toenails to match her fingernails. Sue looked very attractive as she held her glass and looked to my wife.

“Well, are you sure, Dana?” she asked tentatively. “You don’t mind if Paul does my feet?”

“Heaven’s no, Sue. If Paul does a good job, maybe you can get Dan to give you foot massages on a regular basis. It’s fun.”

I could tell that Sue was intrigued by the idea, but was still hesitant.

“Give me your foot, Sue,” I said. “I’ll do both of you at the same time.”

Sue giggled at my comment. “Maybe just a little bit,” she decided as she slipped off her sandal and lifted her foot onto my leg, about halfway up my thigh.

It was exciting to hold a woman’s foot in each hand. I felt that I had a challenge.

I explored Sue’s smaller foot with my left hand as I continued to massage Dana’s foot with my right hand. Finally, I decided to try the same moves on each foot at the same time, just to see what would happen.

My hands stroked the top of each foot. I saw Sue shiver a little as I traced from her ankle to the tip of her big toe. Then, I began to tug on each toe of each foot, starting with the little toe and working up to the big toes.

“See how good it feels, Sue?” Dana gushed as I continued by inserting my finger between each toe.

“Oh, yes, it does feel good,” Sue confessed.

After concentrating on the top of each foot and each toe, I repositioned their feet and worked along each heel, using my thumbs to massage the soles. It was obvious from Sue’s accelerated breathing that she was thoroughly enjoying the sensation of someone paying close attention to her bare foot.

My thumbs worked up along each arch and onto the ball of their feet. I heard low moans from kaçak iddaa Dana and Sue, so I knew they both were enjoying my ministrations.

By now, I had finished both of Dana’s feet, so I moved to face Sue more directly and asked her for her other foot. She slowly raised her other leg and put both feet in my lap. As she moved, I got a brief glimpse of her silky, peach colored panties.

I was now able to use both hands on each of Sue’s feet, clutching them and manipulating the various structures to help her relax. Dana was sipping her wine and watching. Sue had her eyes closed and clearly was off in another world. Sue would lick her lips and bite her bottom lip off and on, indicating a degree of arousal I had not seen in her before. It encouraged me to keep going.

I stopped abruptly and reached for my glass to take another sip. “Oh, don’t stop now!” Sue gasped as her eyes snapped open.

“Just pausing for a little sip,” I assured her. “Are you ready for more?”

“You were right, Dana, it feels divine,” Sue gushed somewhat embarrassed.

“I know, I know,” my wife replied with a sly grin. “Paul’s an expert foot man.”

I returned to Sue’s right foot and again used my thumbs to slide up from her heel, across her instep, and onto the ball of her foot and along the base of her toes.

“Oh God,” Sue moaned as I repeated the maneuver.

I repeated the moves again, even slower, and slipped my finger between her toes at the end. The third time I did it, as I was sliding along her instep, Sue gasped and a low moan escaped her lips.

“Oh, ahh, oh yes,” was all Sue could utter as I felt her body shudder slightly.

It was pretty obvious to me, and to Dana, that my foot massage had given her friend, Sue, a small, but satisfying orgasm!

“That’s enough,” Sue moaned as she returned to Earth a few seconds later. She was more than a little embarrassed that she’d let herself go. “I think I need some more wine now, please.”

Sue pulled her feet from my lap and tried to cover up her arousal. Her face was now flushed kaçak bahis and splashes of red covered her upper chest and neck. I got another flash of peach panty as she again sat upright in the deck chair. There was also a small wet spot in the crotch of her shorts.

“I told you he was an expert,” Dana teased. “I don’t blame you for enjoying every minute.”

Sue picked up her wine glass and took a deep sip. I raised my glass and touched hers in a symbolic toast. Our eyes met and I saw a mixture of emotions sweep across her face. I had just given my neighbor a small climax and she had no idea how to handle that.

Dana filled the awkward silence. “Honey, why don’t you get us more chips and some of that good salsa we picked up the other day?”

Happily, I jumped at the chance to cool off a bit. I excused myself and headed for the kitchen.

When I returned, the gals were deep in a different discussion and we continued until the wine was finally consumed. There was no further comment about foot massages, but I had the distinct feeling that Dana had talked to Sue about it and had assured her that all was well.

Sue finally headed home to await Dan’s homecoming from his office. She and Dana exchanged their usual hug and peck at the door. Sue turned and gave me an unusually tight hug and very quickly kissed me on the mouth.

“Thanks for everything,” Sue whispered before she turned and walked across our front yard to her house next door.

“That was fun,” Dana commented as we closed the front door. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I tried to play it cool. “It was definitely an interesting evening,” I admitted without really admitting anything.

Later, Dana and I bathed each other in our oversized tub. She gave me a soapy foot job and rinsed me off before bending forward and taking my now-stiff cock into her mouth.

It had been a long time since Dana had been so obviously aroused. I lit some candles and we enjoyed a lengthy love-making session to cap off our day. We finished with Dana on top, furiously riding me to a crashing climax for us both.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get to give two simultaneous foot massages again, but if not, I will always have that evening to remember.

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After untying you and untangling ourselves, I kiss you lightly on the nose and get up to take a shower and get ready for brunch.

I step into the shower and start washing myself off when you rip the shower curtain open, standing there completely naked, cum dripping down the inside of your thigh, and look me up and down appraisingly.

“Want me to wash your back?” you ask, in a manner that implies that you’re pretending to be innocent.

I nod, smiling slightly, as you step into the shower, and pull the curtain closed behind you.

You step behind me, and take the bergamot scented body wash and start to lather my back, your hands slowly massage my shoulders, the back of my neck.

You take a half-step closer, and I can feel your breasts against my back, pressing gently against me as you slide your soapy hands over my shoulders and start to rub my chest, moving in slow circles. I can feel your nipples stiffen and push insistently against my back.

Your breasts crush against me harder as and your lips press against the back of my head, your groin pushing insistently against my ass. Your hands slide down my body, over my stomach, soaping me slowly, sensually.

Your lips slide to the side of my neck, and your hands slide up to canlı bahis my chest, fingertips rubbing against my nipples as you begin to nip gently.

“I thought you were going to wash my back?”

“I lied,” you giggle, and your hands slide down to my rapidly stiffening cock.

You grind your cunt against my ass, and slowly jack me off with your soapy hands. I moan as you whisper in my ear, saying filthy things, telling me what a nice cock I have, what beautiful balls, stroking and touching as you speak.

Your hard nipples rub against my soapy back, and my cock throbs in your hand. Your other hand teases my heavy balls, gently massaging them. Your tongue flicks against the back of my ear, eliciting a moan from me.

“My turn,” I say suddenly, spinning around and grabbing your wrist, twisting it behind you and spinning you around. I push you forward and you just manage to get your other arm up to brace yourself from hitting the cold tile wall. Your breasts and hand keep you from hitting the wall too hard, and your cheek comes to rest against the wall with a sharp gasp, in surprise and shock from being suddenly pressed up against the cold surface.

I kick your legs apart with my feet and bend you over slightly, pushing you harder against bahis siteleri the tile. You feel my hot, hard cock against your tight ass. I hiss in your ear, leaning over you. “Good thing you soaped me up…” and I rub the head of my cock against your tight ass. I lean into you, and the throbbing head of my cock finds its way slowly into your ass, stretching you, and making you grunt with the effort of taking me inside you. A little more pressure, and the head of my cock pops into your tight hole, causing you to gasp. You start to moan and whimper as the length of my cock slides its way up your ass. Your arm twisted painfully behind your back, I eventually feel my hips push tightly against you.

My cock now firmly up your ass, I take my free hand and grab a fistful of your hair, and pull your head back, causing you to slide against the cold tile, and forcing your ass against me harder.

I begin to fuck you, slowly at first, then building up force, slamming into you, hearing your breasts slap against the tile wall, hearing you shakily grunt and moan with the force of my fucking.

With your free hand, you start pushing against the wall. At first, I think you’re trying to get away, but then I realize that you’re just trying to fuck back against bahis şirketleri me harder. I grin wickedly as I pull your head back farther, turning it, and meeting your eyes. Your mouth is open, gasping for breath. Water courses over both of us.

“Fuck my ass, you fuck! FUCK. MY. ASS.” Obscenities start to pour from your mouth, urging me to fuck you harder, faster. Your body slams against the tile, as I continue to pound into you viciously. You clench your ass, milking my hard cock, trying to get me to blast my hot, thick cum inside you. Your force yourself against me as hard as I’m trying to force myself into you. Our bodies slap together wetly.

“Cum in my ass. Do it!”

With one final, deep, brutal thrust, I tense and my cock unloads, shooting spurt after spurt into you. Shortly, hot, thick cum starts to run out of your ass alongside my cock, spattering thickly on the floor of the shower.

I pull out slowly, watching my cum ooze out of you and trickle down the crack of your ass. Your hand comes off the wall and slips between your legs and down your thigh, toying with the cum it finds there.

I release your arm, and you spin, wrapping your arms around my neck, and force your lips bruisingly against mine, kissing me passionately, and jamming your tongue into my mouth.

You pull away…

“Want me to wash your back again?” you ask, eyes fixed on mine.

I nod slowly, pretty sure that we’re not quite done yet. Brunch is going to have to wait.

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The next day, after work, I went straight to Fiona’s apartment. As I’ve mentioned, she does porn for a living and makes pretty good money, so she has one of the nicest places of anyone I know, up in a lovely old high rise. You have to sign in at the building’s reception with a security guard. It was autumn and the sky was already dark when I arrived.

I knocked on Fiona’s door, and she answered, already stripped down to nothing but a green silk robe, barely drawn enough to cover her nipples. Before either of us said a word, she grabbed my shoulders and leaned into an aggressive kiss. I reciprocated, putting my arms under her robe and around her waist, enjoying the feel of her soft, smooth skin and of her tongue and lips against mine.

Fiona is a tall, thin redhead, with well-defined, decently-sized breasts (I think she’s a C-cup but I’m not sure), a nicely-toned ass, high cheekbones, tons of freckles, and a filthy mind. Up until that first lingerie party we’d been really more acquaintances than close friends, but I’d always had a bit of a crush on her – I was a big fan of her work, to put it mildly – and, like I said, after the party turned into an orgy we’d had a pretty great time.

Fiona pulled me into her apartment and shut the door behind me, pinning me to the wall and kissing me, with wild intensity, hurriedly unbuttoning my shirt.

“Hello to you too,” I said, when I got a chance.

She smiled. “Hi,” she said. “I guess we should probably wait until Beth gets here before we go any further.”

“Probably,” I said, giving her a little squeeze. My shirt was now unbuttoned but still on.

“You hungry?” she said, as if nothing had just happened. “I was thinking I might order some Thai. My treat.”

“I could eat, yeah,” I said.

She handed me a menu for a nearby restaurant. It all looked pretty good. “I’ll ask Beth what she wants,” she said, getting out her phone and sending a text. “So how did you two meet?”

I sat down, my erection from our kissing dwindling a little. Good. It would be back. “The party at Steve and Linda’s,” I said. “We, uh, we got along pretty well.”

“From what Beth tells me, that’s putting it mildly,” said Fiona, smiling wickedly.

“What can I say? I’m an easy guy to get along with,” I bragged.

Fiona put a hand on my lap, lightly grabbing my still somewhat erect package. “You sure are,” she said. “Beth will be here in a few minutes. She says we might as well get started.” I told her my order from the menu and she unzipped my pants with her long, delicate fingers, and started to gently wank my stiffening cock. I moved my hands up her chest, cupping her breasts, and she stuck her tongue down my throat.

“God, you’re pretty,” I said, as we came up for air. She chuckled, still working me with her hand.

“So how do you know Beth?” I slid a hand down her tummy, toward her cunt.

“We met on a plane,” she said. “Beth was a… oh, fuck…” she gasped as I stuck a finger into her. “She was a flight attendant. Told me she was a big fan of my work, and slipped me her hotel room number.”

“And what did you do in her hotel room?” I asked, wanting to hear her say it.

“We fucked,” she said, matter-of-factly. “That was about a year ago. She’s not a flight attendant anymore. I talked her into auditioning for the studio and she just moved here last month.” I kept moving that finger back and forth. “That’s nice. Keep doing that.”

“Wow, so she’s in porn too, now? I’m surprised I haven’t seen any of her stuff.”

“None of it’s out yet,” she said. “But we filmed a great scene together last week. That’s part of why I wasn’t at Steve and Linda’s. I was too sore. Wait til you see it.” She lowered her head and licked the tip on my penis, gently working her lips over me and sucking, more to taste and to tease than to really stimulate me. I sat back and enjoyed it, but not ten seconds later, there was a soft knock at the door. I would have been annoyed but I had a pretty good idea who it was.

Fiona grinned and stood up, tightening her robe a little in case there was anyone else in the hallway. She sashayed over to the door and opened it wide.

There was Beth, looking gorgeous as ever in a pair of tasteful brown houndstooth pants and a somewhat more audacious white blouse that she was practically spilling out from, a lacy white bra and an entire shelf of cleavage on full display. It was her all over, the perfect blend of dignified and provocative, ladylike and deeply, deeply sexual. “Good evening,” she said to Fiona, before enfolding her in a deep, passionate kiss. “You’ve been sucking dick,” she said, pulling back. Apparently she could taste me on Fiona’s breath.

“Sure have,” said Fiona, closing the door behind Beth.

“There he is!” squealed Beth, noticing me in the armchair where Fiona had sat me down.

“You two take a moment to catch up,” said Fiona. “I’m going to order dinner.” She disappeared into another room with her phone.

Beth walked canlı bahis şirketleri toward me and I stood up to meet her. Her right hand moved down and grabbed my penis, and her left moved to the back of my head, pulling me in for a kiss as she gently fondled my dick. I moved a hand along her back, feeling her bra strap, and the other down to cup her round bum. “Boy knows what he likes,” she purred.

“I do like it. I think you like it too.”

“I do, and I’m frightfully sorry, but I’ve already promised my bum to Fiona today.” She pouted.

I knew Fiona was into anally dominating other women, from watching her videos, but seeing it in person was still a pretty exciting prospect. “That’s okay,” I said. “I never really got to know your cunt that well the other night.”

“That’s true! Maybe this is a good day for you to get acquainted,” she said. “And then maybe you can have Fiona’s bum.” By now I had more or less gotten her bra clasp unhooked behind her back, through the material of her blouse. A lot of guys on the internet make a big deal out of how hard those things are to undo but I don’t see what the fuss is about.

“Oh wow,” she said, “you’re just diving right in.” I pushed my face into her ample cleavage, lightly kissing her breasts. She giggled. “Oh, you’re a sweetie,” she said, and started unbuttoning her blouse. In a moment, it fell off her, her bra sliding down with it. She pushed me back down onto the chair and sat on my lap, straddling me, my erection awkwardly sticking up between her pants and my stomach. She grabbed the back of my head again and started grinding her sizable tits against me. I was all too happy to oblige her, and really went to town on those tits, squeezing her nipples, sucking, kissing, licking, as she cried out in pleasure. People forget what an erogenous zone a woman’s breasts are. I once gave a lady an orgasm entirely by working her breasts with my mouth and hands.

Beth pulled my face up to the level of her own and kissed me again, as aggressively as Fiona had done, her tongue as deep down my throat as I think she could get it. I moved my lips back a little and started to suck her tongue, and she groaned out in pleasure. I kept sucking, almost hard enough to hurt her, before we broke the kiss. “Missed me?” I asked.

“You have no idea,” she said. “You really rocked my socks the other night, cutie.” She moved off of me now, crouching at the foot of the chair, and took my penis in her hands. “Ah, my favourite new toy. May I suck your cock?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Her polite girl routine wasn’t just an act, but it belied her incredible sex drive, and she was already sucking my cock like her life depended on it, with incredible finesse and skill. Clearly, Beth had sucked more than her fair share of cock.

At the party, the brief blowjob she’d given was a quick, simple business, a fun way of getting my dick wet before it went up her butt. This was a real blowjob, a merciless attack on me, and I thrust upward to meet her lips.

Fiona slipped back into the room, shedding her robe as she walked, revealing her pale, freckly nakedness, her vagina, shaved except for a decorative fringe of coppery hair. She was behind Beth, now, who couldn’t see her from her angle and, I suppose, couldn’t hear her, and must not have realized she was back in the room until Fiona squatted behind Beth and reached around her to pinch her puffy, stiff nipples. She opened her hands now, massaging Beth’s ample breasts. Beth’s eyes drifted closed as she enjoyed the sensation, but Fiona’s eyes were locked onto mine. “Incredible, isn’t she? I wish I had tits like these.”

Beth took her mouth off me and tilted her head back. “I wish I had hair like yours,” she said to Fiona, and kissed her deeply. After a moment she seemed to remember I was there and started jacking me off with a free hand. Fiona and Beth kept making out, and one of Fiona’s hands migrated down from Beth’s tits and down the front of her trousers. Beth gave a squeal of pleasure as Fiona worked her clit, and then moved onto her knees, leaning forward and sucking my dick once again. Fiona took the hint and started to pull Beth’s pants down. I caught a glimpse of white boxer shorts with comical red hearts on them – funny, I figured her for something frilly and lacy like her lingerie the other night – before they, too, were pulled down around her knees. Without hesitating, Fiona dove into Beth’s ass. I couldn’t see it, but I could tell from the cries of pleasure Beth was giving voice to, even with my dick in her mouth. It was exactly like how she sounded the other night, when it was me eating her ass.

I couldn’t take it any more. The two women’s sheer hunger for other and for me was too much to bear, and I knew I couldn’t hold off an orgasm much longer. “I’m going to come,” I hissed to Beth. She pulled me out of her mouth and took me back in her hand, grinning up at me as she jacked me off and as Fiona ate her ass. She pointed me directly at her lovely canlı kaçak iddaa breasts and I obliged, shooting a load of cum onto her tits. She pulled her ass away from Fiona and turned over, falling nimbly onto her back.

“My dear Miss Inverness, this dirty boy has made rather a mess of me,” she gasped. “Come clean me up.” Fiona smiled at me, and crawled over Beth’s body, moving her face to Beth’s big spermy tits, and began to lick her clean. She stuck two fingers – from Beth’s cunt, I imagined – into the blonde girl’s mouth, and Beth gleefully sucked up her own juices as Fiona kept licking my sperm off of her. It was a beautiful sight. I reclined in the chair, content in the knowledge that I’d be up again soon and ready to rejoin them.

Fiona stuck her fingers back down into Beth’s cunt, which was now so wet I could practically hear it flowing. Beth gave a high-pitched little scream and then a wistful sigh as Fiona withdrew, reaching her fingers out to me. I happily sucked them. It was the first time I had tasted Beth’s pussy juices, and I liked it.

“Let’s take this party to the bedroom,” said Fiona, once Beth’s chest was reasonably clean. She helped Beth up to her feet, and out of her pants and shorts – yep, little hearts – but Beth didn’t bother to remove her knee-high socks, which had cartoon penguins on them. Adorable. Everything about her was either adorable or unspeakably raunchy.

Fiona has a king-sized bed, and today it was made with dark green satin sheets. On the bedside table, a vibrator and butt plug, along with a half-full tube of lubricant, had been left out, perhaps from the night before. I looked at Fiona, perhaps expecting embarrassment, but she was brazen as always, still grinning at me.

Beth flopped down onto the bed, lying on her back, and beckoned to me. “Come eat my cunt,” she said. “And Fiona, you can sit on my face and I’ll eat your cunt.” I couldn’t say no to that. I moved down between Beth’s long smooth legs and lowered my face to her beautiful vagina, a well-trimmed little blonde vulva and some very long pink lips and a very prominent clit. I stuck three fingers into her and she screamed out in pleasure, and when I began to gently flick her excited clitoris with my tongue, her scream became a low, happy hum. I wet a few fingers on my other hand with her juice, and slid that index finger, very slowly, up her yielding asshole, working it in and out. When she started to get used to that, I stuck my middle finger in, too, savouring her springy tightness.

Fiona was now starting to really straddle Beth’s face, grinding her gingery twat onto Beth’s willing tongue, and Beth reached a hand down to the back of my head, tousling my hair again as she held me in place. I could feel a second wind starting to develop, certainly aided by the taste of Beth’s cunt, her tight anal grip on my fingers, and the outrageous eroticism of the display in front of me. The two hottest women I’d ever known, one eating out the other. Fiona, meanwhile, was squeezing her own breast with her right hand, while her left hand ran through Beth’s short blonde hair. Her breathing was rapid, tempestuous, and her eyes were screwed up shut.

We stayed in that position until both of them came, Fiona first and Beth not long after. I think what really pushed her over the edge was when I inserted my ring finger up her ass as well. I felt her juices flow freely across my face, in a little flood not quite on the level of the one from getting butt-fucked the other night, but still very hot. Beth gently pulled me up her body as Fiona slid off her, pulled me up to her face and kissed me deeply, savouring the taste of her own juices, sucking my tongue now. I could taste Fiona on her breath, and, a little more dimly, my own dick, but whatever. Like I said, with a girl this hot, you give and take.

Beth reached down and grabbed a hold of my now fully erect dick, moving down to give my balls that same saucy little squeeze she’d given me at the party. “Ready to fuck?” she asked, eyes shimmering with excitement. I nodded. “Turn over onto your back,” she whispered. “I want to ride you.” I was happy to oblige. I rolled over, Fiona next to me. Our host was still catching her breath after Beth’s expert tongue-lashing, and I could see she was still a little spaced out from the look in her eyes. I leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek, and then another on her nipple.

Beth now moved to straddle my crotch, sliding my penis effortlessly into her very wet vagina. She gave an exultant little cry as I entered her, and slowly started to gyrate her hips on me. I lifted my head to kiss her again, and she reciprocated, sucking my tongue again. “You like tasting yourself on my lips?” I asked her.

“I do,” she answered, still bouncing on my lap, and not missing a beat. “Sometimes when I’m by myself, I like to just stick a finger in and taste myself. Tasting how wet I am gets me even wetter.” She started to speed up in her movement, rising higher off of me canlı kaçak bahis before moving back down, skewering her sopping wet cunt with my hard dick, and running her fingers through my hair. She must really like my hair.

Fiona now started to get up beside me, ready to rejoin the action. She reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out a long pink strap-on, and started to put it on, and I knew what was next. “Want to get DP-ed?” I whispered to Beth, and her eyes lit up.

“Ooooh, yes please!” she squeaked. Fiona reached down and cupped one of Beth’s buttocks, massaging it absent-mindedly as she opened up the bottle of lube. Beth was now as excited as I’ve ever seen a woman get. I thrust up to meet her, and she cried out, an orgasm starting. Fiona started to work the lube into Beth’s asshole, her fingers probing deep into her friend, so deep I could feel them through the wall separating her anus from her vagina. Fiona shot me a naughty look.

“It’s almost like I’m giving you a handjob,” she laughed. “Right up through Beth’s slutty little ass.”

“I’m not a slut,” said Beth, in mock offense. “I’m a very good girl.”

“A good girl who is about to get fucked up both her holes,” I remarked.

“A good girl who knows what she likes,” Beth sniffed. “You’re the slut,” she said to me. “I just called you my favourite new toy back there in the other room and you didn’t contradict meeeeeeeee…” The word turned into a scream as Fiona and I worked, and Beth’s orgasm came like an avalanche. I felt her come around me, her cunt spasming with intolerable pleasure. And just then, Fiona slid her strap-on up Beth’s ass. I could feel it through her. I had come once already so I figured I could keep it under control. On round two, I tend to last a lot longer. So Fiona and I started alternating our thrusts, one of us pushing in while the other pulled out, and Beth was caught in the middle of our unrelenting fucking of both her holes, riding from the crest of one orgasm right into the buildup to the next one.

“Is Fiona a slut?” I asked Beth, wanting to keep the dirty talk going, to keep her excited. She deserved to be spoiled.

“No, she’s a pervert,” Beth gasped, without missing a beat. “Putting that big nasty thing up other girl’s bottoms. It’s… oh, it’s so disgusting…”

“You let me,” said Fiona. “You love it. Are you a pervert, too?”

“I’m… I’m only human,” groaned Beth. Her cries were moving back into the low, guttural, obscene sounds she’d made while I was penetrating her anally the other night, and I knew we were on the right track.

“Isn’t she great?” Fiona asked me.

“Incredible. You’ve brought us back a real treasure, Fiona.” Tears of pleasure were streaming down Beth’s face, mingling with her sweat to ruin her carefully applied eyeliner. Finally she gave an almighty groan and I felt the flood around my dick once again, if anything even greater than the other night. Beth’s gyrations on me stopped as her every muscle went limp, and she collapsed utterly onto me, her groan still trailing out of her lungs. But Fiona wasn’t done, and from the look on her face, was desperately close to a towering orgasm of her own. I knew this was a personal kink of hers, fucking other girls in the ass, and I knew she could make herself come from it. She kept going, a little slower perhaps, but carefully, breathlessly, methodically, continuing to sodomize Beth with the strap-on.

Beth had caught her breath by now and although she’d more or less collapsed over me, she now started to push up off of me. She winked at me and then jerked her head back, as if to gesture at Fiona, and I realized what she was suggesting. With her help, I pulled out from under her, and she gave my still-hard dick one little parting lick, savouring her own taste on me. I stepped off the bed and took the tube of KY and squirted a blob onto Fiona’s asshole.

“Oh, you are a slut,” Fiona hissed at me, as I slowly pushed the lubricant up her asshole with my middle finger, working it back and forth into her. “One girl isn’t enough for you?”

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, mostly facetiously, as I kept working the lube in.

“Fuck no,” she said. “Fuck that asshole, dirty boy.”

I roughly pulled my fingers out, and she gasped at their sudden absence, and then I hurriedly lined myself up with her hole, straddling her tight little body. She was about to pop, I could tell, and I didn’t think I was far off myself. I pushed in, enjoying Fiona’s pretty ass for the first time. It wasn’t as big or as round as Beth’s, but a small, pert little bum is a fine thing.

Fiona screamed out in pleasure as I drilled into her, and Beth continued to moan as the strap-on – perhaps driven in further by my thrusts up into Fiona – kept pushing deeper and deeper into her.

“He’s such a good toy, isn’t he?” Beth asked Fiona.

“The best,” gasped Fiona. “An amazing slut.” And then she screamed out her orgasm. After a moment, Beth let out another, almost exasperated moan. Had she really come again? Fucked to a fourth orgasm of the evening?

The thought pushed me over the edge, and we all collapsed like dominoes as I shot my load up into Fiona’s bowels. “Mmmmm,” she sighed, coming down from pure bliss.

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Evelyn knew she needed to blow off some steam. The meeting this morning hadn’t gone how it should have and she needed to forget about work for an hour.

Luckily, her office was just a quick ride to the downtown shopping district so she could zip in and relieve her stress with one of her favorite activities- shopping! Evelyn considered asking one of her girlfriends from work to go with, but decided that some alone time would be the best thing for her current mood.

The heat and traffic noise from the busy city melted away as Evelyn walked through the tinted glass doors and into the cool, refreshing air of her favorite upscale boutique. The lightly scented air circulating through the shop picked up the scent of designer fabrics and understated perfumes and a wave of serenity washed over Evelyn as the concerns of the office melted away five steps inside the store. The cares of outside didn’t matter anymore as Evelyn knew the darkly tinted windows allowed for her to view the people on the busy downtown street but didn’t allow them to see inside.

The store was pretty quiet today. Not surprising for a weekday afternoon, but still, slower than Evelyn had seen in some time. Of course, it had been a while since she had been to her favorite store; she shouldn’t even be here now; she really couldn’t afford to pick up anything frivolous, especially at these prices! But that was part of the fun- to look and maybe even try on things she really shouldn’t. From evening gowns to lingerie, this upscale store had the best!

The only service person visible was a lovely blonde twenty-something who, though young, still managed to look sophisticated and a little haughty, and asked Evelyn if there was anything in particular that she was looking for. Evelyn demurred, and kept browsing through the evening wear, wondering if there was a special occasion her boyfriend might have in mind in the near future that would warrant a splurge on a fantastic dress, or even better, something to wear under the dress!

“Let me know if you find anything you need help with. We’ll be closing the store up for the afternoon in a few minutes, but I’ll be happy to show you anything you want before we do,” said the woman before walking over to address the only other client in the store, a distinguished man of fifty or so who was looking through a section of nighties and sleepwear.

Looks like someone is getting a nice gift for this weekend, thought Evelyn.

On a whim, Evelyn made some selections that she knew she shouldn’t, and asked to be escorted to the dressing rooms to try on something that would put the thoughts of a tough day at work far, far from her mind…

Evelyn entered the elegant dressing room and laid her purse on the divan that sat across from the full length mirror. Always fun to check out new clothing, Evelyn thought, as she quickly skinned out of her sharp business suit to try on the black satin evening dress that she had selected.

She glanced at herself in the mirror without her suit and felt pleased with what she saw. Evelyn worked out, and it showed. Her curves were definitely there, but her trim physique had turned many heads at the office and elsewhere. Always wanting to feel pretty, even at work, Evelyn had worn one of her favorite matched bra and panty sets today, red satin with lace. She looked good and knew that her man appreciated it. Evelyn got little tingles thinking about what her man liked to do whenever she wore little sets like this. She flushed briefly, remembering what Steve had done last weekend, and her mind started to wander…

As Evelyn slipped the evening dress over her shoulders and allowed the satin to slide down her skin, she loved the feel of that liquid fabric as it eased over her hips. It was delicious how soft it felt. Looking into the framed gilt mirror, she thought, Somehow this dress needs to be mine! Her long dark tresses spilled over her shoulder and looked striking against the ruby red satin with the swooping neckline. I didn’t realize just how low that neckline went, thought Evelyn, as she looked and could very noticeably see the fabric of her bra through the gap in the bodice.

As Evelyn was admiring herself, wondering how John might like this dress and how long she would be wearing it once he saw it on her, there was a polite rap at the door to the dressing room.

“We’re closing up now and will be locking the door, but take as long as you need. I’ll be here for quite a while longer,” said the voice on the other side of the door. Evelyn recognized the blonde who had asked her earlier if she needed help.

“Ok, I’ll be right out”, said Evelyn as she opened the door to address the assistant.

“Oh, that looks ravishing on you.”

“Thanks,” said Evelyn. Though she knew it was her job to do so, she was still pleased with how the assistant was admiring her. It was interesting, but the assistant’s eyes seemed to linger longer than Evelyn thought was normal on those curves as she turned illegal bahis so that the other woman could admire the dress.

“Wait just a minute- we need to make this complete. It would never do to not get the whole picture of what this dress should look like on you. I’ll be back in a moment.” Evelyn let herself back in to the dressing room and waited to see what the assistant had in mind. “I’m Heidi, by the way,” said the petite blonde as she walked back into the dressing room with some items over her shoulder.

“Oh. Hi, I’m Evelyn.” What was she carrying? It wasn’t very big.

“I couldn’t help but notice that the clothing under your dress was definitely not the right mood to set with this exquisite dress. You could look amazing, but only if everything hangs the right way. I’ve brought these for you to try on instead.”

She now saw that Heidi had brought out some lingerie items. Even just draped over the assistant’s hands, the items made Evelyn blush! To ‘set the right mood’ for this dress, Heidi had brought Evelyn a black lace bustier with matching garters and stockings. The bustier looked small and Evelyn wasn’t sure that it would fit, but it was deliciously wicked! It was extremely low cut, and looked like it was designed to push up the breasts to draw attention to them with the low neck of the dress. There were cut-outs throughout both the bustier and the garters that left a lot of skin exposed and made both garments look insubstantial.

“Why don’t you try these on instead?” said Heidi.

This was definitely not what she had in mind when she needed a break from the office, but Evelyn had to admit, her mood had definitely improved! “Why not?”

“Here, I’ll help you off with this.” With that Heidi was quickly behind Evelyn’s back, pulling at the fabric of the dress. Evelyn knew that she could have managed on her own eventually, but it was much easier with the help so she let Heidi’s hands grasp the fabric and begin to pull it over her head. This was an odd sensation. Evelyn had never been interested in other women and she wasn’t sure what she was feeling right now; the encouragement of looking so good in the dress, and having someone slide the satin over her soft skin, undressing her, was causing her heat to rise. She suddenly wondered what it might feel like to have Heidi’s hands linger for a little while, sliding along her skin, caressing flesh instead of just taking off the dress. To feel lips against the small of her back as the fabric uncovered her skin… Evelyn knew that she was flushed, and her body reacted strongly to the feeling of this new person undressing her. She felt her nipples go taught and her pussy warming… This was embarrassing! She had to get control of herself!

“Yes, this will work much better,” Heidi said as she stepped back and looked at Evelyn without the dress. Was there a glint of hunger in her eyes as she said that? Evelyn couldn’t tell. “Would you like help with the rest?”

“No! That’s quite alright- I can manage!” blurted Evelyn, flustered. What was happening? This reaction was insane!

“Ok. Well, we have one other client here. I may be a few minutes with them so please let me know if I can be of any further assistance.”

“I will. Thank you.” With a sigh of relief and just a little disappointment, Evelyn held the door open for Heidi and closed it behind her.

Evelyn quickly skinned out of her bra and panties, trying to get a hold of herself. She noticed that the little thong panties that she had worn today were more than a little damp and she stuffed them into her purse, embarrassed. What was happening?

Breathing deeply and evenly, Evelyn pulled the stockings up her calves, enjoying the feel of the smooth, solid fabric as it encompassed her legs, wrapping around them, confining them a little. Evelyn had always wondered what it would be like to be controlled by someone else, all choices taken away so there was no shame; only obedience. There was nothing about this fabric that breathed at all! And in a new way, it felt very sexy to be trapped inside these stockings. She might have to call Steve to let him peel them off of her later!

The bustier and garter belt came next and Evelyn was surprised that Heidi had not included any panties when she brought the other garments. Perhaps she assumed that whatever Evelyn was already wearing would work well enough, but those damp things were now hiding in her purse. Worse yet, Evelyn could smell the sweet scent of arousal and knew that she couldn’t wear those out of the store. She just hoped that Heidi wouldn’t notice when she returned the other garments!

There was a pair of long satin gloves that set the color of the dress off spectacularly though, and she had put one on and was about to place the other when Evelyn looked up and caught site of herself in the mirror… She was stunning! The flush that had so surprised her as the assistant had brushed her while taking off the dress had given her skin a glow that radiated illegal bahis siteleri health and vitality. The garter and bustier were easily the most flattering that Evelyn had ever seen on herself. She knew that Steve would get hard in a second if he even imagined what she looked like right now.

Looking in the mirror, thinking how Steve would react to the sight set Evelyn’s thoughts racing again. Blood started to pulse between her legs. Without any panties, Evelyn noticed that her pussy had started to glisten ever so slightly and she reached down with her un-gloved hand to wipe away the moisture. But her mind was faster than her hand, and she thought of how Heidi would have reacted had she allowed her to stay and assist with the rest of her dressing. Would she have noticed Evelyn becoming wet? Would she have politely ignored her nipples as they hardened at either the cold or (more likely!) at being viewed by this young and beautiful assistant? Or would Heidi have not only noticed but encouraged it?

Sliding those delicate fingers that Evelyn had felt only briefly, all over her back, her breasts, going down to stroke her ass, just the way that Evelyn liked? She realized that she hadn’t stopped wiping away the moisture from her swollen pussy lips, but had started the slow smooth stroking and caressing that she used when she was alone. Looking up into the mirror, seeing this amazingly sensual body that was her own, set her juices flowing in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. Evelyn felt her hand become slippery as her pussy lubricated the fingers that were sliding in and out. A low moan escaped her lips. Her other gloved hand reached up to tweak her hard nipples with soft satin and fondle her full breast, still confined by the bustier.

Evelyn slid another finger in and then another. She started to move them around inside as she slid them in and out. She pulled up first one finger, then the second to flutter against her g-spot, rolling each finger inside and twisting so that there was a never ending sensation of movement across her spot and through her whole pussy. Evelyn felt a desperate need and reached her second hand down to pull and caress her swollen clit. The gloved hand felt good on her clit and she started rubbing it harder, in concert with her hand fingering her g-spot.

Her pulse quickened. She wished that she had a lovers’ hand to touch her ass too- and as soon as she thought of Heidi coming back into the room to grab her from behind and begin fingering her ass just the way Evelyn liked, she exploded. The orgasm came in wave after wave and she knew that she couldn’t hold back the moan that always accompanied her cumming. Evelyn bit down on her clit rubbing finger, trying to stifle the sound. With the finger in her mouth, she tasted the sweet liquid on her glove and realized how different it was from Steve’s cum when she sucked him off.

Sucking Steve’s cock was one of her favorite things and remembering the last time she had done that, the pressure built once more and a lightning quick second orgasm rocked her body. Licking the sex off her own fingers, Evelyn continued stroking herself for another minute, enjoying the delicious feel of her fingers’ caresses; touching, probing, in and out, before she finally calmed down. That was one of the most intense orgasms she had ever felt! She needed to settle down so that she could finally put on the dress to see what all of Heidi’s selections looked like…

Evelyn couldn’t believe that she had just screwed herself in the dressing room of her favorite clothing store! She was certain that she would never be allowed back. Heidi had to have noticed the sound or even noticed just how long it had taken Evelyn to get dressed! Shyly, Evelyn opened the door and remembered that the store was now closed. She saw people walking outside and knew that the tinted glass offered some measure of privacy; at least that was a relief! She was certain that she looked completely disheveled and was sure that someone would notice.

But where was Heidi? The store looked abandoned. Heidi knew that Evelyn was in the store; she couldn’t have left her there. Evelyn was beginning to be concerned until she thought she could hear something coming from the office, behind the counter and towards the back of the store. A door was not shut completely so Evelyn poked her head in to see if Heidi was inside.

It took a minute for her brain to register what her eyes were seeing.

Evelyn remembered that there had been one other customer in the store; the handsome older man that had been shopping for lingerie when she walked in. The distinguished man currently had his pants around his ankles and had Heidi bent over a long black desk. He was extremely fit and the way that he was sliding in and out of Heidi showed that he knew what he was doing.

Evelyn could see that Heidi was wearing no panties and her skirt had been lifted up over her hips to reveal a perfect, pert ass. The petite blonde had canlı bahis siteleri her top still on, but bent over at the angle she was, she could see that her small breasts were beautiful, a mere handful, but lovely. Neither of these two had seen Evelyn yet. She could quietly walk out and they would never know.

But as her gaze looked over the top of Heidi’s writhing back, she saw the video monitors for the store… and noticed that one monitor showed a dressing room… with her purse still lying on the small couch… They had been watching her! The fact that this couple had just seen her finger herself to orgasm should have horrified her, but it didn’t. Instead, Evelyn felt the throb in her sex as her juices began to flow again; she was painfully aware that she had no panties on underneath this dress as droplets of liquid started to slide down her thigh. The wet was warm and pleasant and caused a small shudder as drips rolled down her skin. Her gasp at the sensation must have been audible because she saw Heidi’s head turn around and their eyes met.

Evelyn expected Heidi to be shocked or embarrassed. Instead, Evelyn saw Heidi smile at her and moan louder as the man plunged into her again and again. Evelyn could tell that Heidi was loving getting fucked and that she was not surprised or embarrassed in the least that Evelyn had caught her in the act. This thought that the pretty young blonde seemed to enjoy being watched sent a wave of lust through Evelyn stronger than she had yet felt and she knew that she would have traded places with Heidi in a minute if that could be a hard cock inside of her. Seeing Heidi’s reaction, the man looked up and noticed Evelyn for the first time. He also smiled and a knowing look crossed his face.

Evelyn’s heart pumped in her chest as she knew that this man had gotten hard and done Heidi on the desk, watching while Evelyn fucked herself with her hand, moaning and cumming in the dressing room. The cameras didn’t have audio. Could they hear her from the office? Evelyn’s pussy throbbed with need.

The couple was slowing their rhythms and Evelyn saw that they had a new and different plan, after seeing the look on her face. The look wasn’t shocked. It was hungry.

As man pulled out of Heidi, Evelyn saw his cock for the first time. It was a well-endowed, stiff dick, easily 7 or 8 inches long, glistening with Heidi’s juices. Evelyn had an indescribable sudden urge to suck it. Before her rational mind could tell her not to, Evelyn was on her knees and she took the man into her mouth. With Heidi’s juices still on him, he tasted so differently than anything she had experienced with John, and her mind and body went wild with the new experience. It was like she was tasting the man and Heidi both at the same time. She suddenly wondered what it would be like to lick Heidi’s slit.

Just when Evelyn thought that the new experience could not arouse her more, she felt soft hands slide up her legs and lift the new dress above her knees. As a sharp nail scratched lightly along her thigh Evelyn realized that Heidi was touching, gliding feminine fingertips across her flesh. Scared and excited at the same time, Evelyn’s pussy demanded immediate attention and she reached down with one hand to service herself as she had done in the dressing room. But before she could address the need, her hand was stopped; held firm by a strong but very female hand and Evelyn felt Heidi start to explore the folds around her pussy with her own delicate fingers. Probing, stroking, gliding, caressing. All too soon, before she could achieve the release she needed, the hands became strong once again as Heidi grabbed Evelyn by the waste to spun her around while pulling her up.

Evelyn whined with the loss of the delicious dick in her mouth, but her disappointment was immediately forgotten as she felt a new sensation that shocked her with its intensity. Those soft hands parted her swollen lips, and she felt Heidi’s hot breath and cool tongue explore the folds of her cunt- a cunt that was wetter than it had ever been before, a stream of moisture sliding down her legs. She looked down and saw her juice on Heidi’s face as she buried that tongue in among the folds of her pussy and then started to suck on her clit, like she was giving Evelyn head. Again she felt a sensation from behind and Evelyn felt the man positioning himself to enter her in between Heidi’s licks and flits across her clit. She was going to explode! With all of the juices flowing around Evelyn’s throbbing sex, the man didn’t have any problem identifying the landing spot he had been going for. Evelyn shuddered in shocked pleasure as she found the man sliding smoothly into her ass, all while Heidi continued to suck and devour her lips and clit.

The world stopped as this entirely new heightened sexual experience settled into the steady rhythm of Evelyn being fucked up the ass and eaten out at the same time. Her mind went blank and she could feel nothing but the building pressure deep inside. She could sense that the man was reaching his own climax as his thrusts became more urgent and demanding. The bit of pain that came with deeper thrusting was welcome- a wonderful accompaniment to the wet sweet slide of a woman’s tongue on her pussy.

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“Wait till you see this!” Jodi exclaimed, her fingers confidently working the old-fashioned vacuum seal, and then flinging open the lid on the dusty gunmetal chest the girls had dragged into the pool of dim light near the center of the storage room.

Her glee was contagious; Tori immediately fell to her knees to join her excited friend huddled over the treasure chest, its open lid now revealing mounds of plastic bags. Jodi began riffling through the piles of ziplock bags obviously looking for one in particular. With a barely-suppressed grin of triumph, she came up with one she held before Tori’s wondering eyes. The contents were visible through the clear vinyl – some sort of folded cloth, not too large, in a striking red color. A bit faded, but still vibrant, the fabric almost seemed to shimmer in the dim sunlight that streaked in through the single high window.

“What is it?” asked her best friend, captivated by the color, so bright and red; she had never seen such a stirring color before in her young life.

“I knew what it was the minute I saw it!” said Jodi smugly. “It’s a ‘dress’.”

“A dress?”

“Yeah, a dress. You mean to tell me you never heard of a dress?”

Tori shook her head dubiously, determined to overlook the obviously superior air the older girl put on. She was, after all, in college now – and never let Tori forget it.

“Let me see?”

“Sure.”

Jodi showed her how to open the ziplock top. She beamed as she watched her friend take out the little red dress, fingering the slippery fabric, exploring the wispy shoulder straps, the small zipper in the back.

“What’s it for?”

“It’s to wear, stupid. Clothing! You know, like an outfit. Here let me show you.” And with that Jodi knelt upright, and held the dress to her chest letting it layer the shapeless tunic and the tops of the baggy jeans she wore.

Of course, you wouldn’t be wearing an outfit under it, like this. You wear it instead of an outfit, get it?”

“Guys wore things like that?”

“Sure they did. I’ve seen the images. In History class. Of course, we have college-level access to the archives – advanced level database. And here’s another thing. Not all guys wore these, only Fs. ‘Girls and women’ – you know?”

“Yeah, I know what it means. That was what they called Fem-guys before the PM.”

“Right! Like us, before the Progressive Millennium we’d have been ‘girls’, and when you grew up, you’d be a ‘woman’. Of course that was before everybody became guys. No one uses those old-fashioned words anymore,” she added needlessly.

Tori nodded. Jodi was showing off again. She was, after all, only a year older than her best friend, but since she started at State U., she had become such a know-it-all. She loved to lord it over the younger girl, although there was only a one-year difference between them.

“But why just Fems? I mean, what about Mals? What did they wear?”

“Well,” her friend lectured, only too happy to show off her new-found knowledge, “they wore things called ‘shirts’ and ‘pants’. Shirts were sorta like tunics, and pants were just like jeans. More like the outfits we wear, except they came in different colors.”

“No kiddin’? You mean colors like this …dress?”

“Sure. At least…I think so. Outfits were a lot more colorful back then. You’d know if you could see the historical images. Outfits don’t have to be just blue or gray, you know.”

“They don’t?”

Tori reflected on this startling piece of news as she looked at Jodi’s tunic. She had noticed that some of Jodi’s blue outfits seemed a shade lighter than her own, and she often wondered about that. It was said that different mills produced cloth with slight variations in the patterns. She heard that the more sophisticated, fashionable citizens could instantly tell the difference; but for her they were all more or less, blue, or gray of course. Jodi also wore the top button undone. That seemed all the rage among college students. Tori wasn’t sure she liked that. Tunics were supposed to be buttoned up – to the neck, at least in public.

“Of course, they can make them any color, if they want to,” her friend blithely replied in an impatient voice that held more confidence than the girl herself felt.

“Look this thing’s just full of stuff,” she hurried on, digging through the treasure trove to come up with another bag, this one containing a two strange objects, identical sleek shapes that seemed to be made of molded plastic. They were bright red, the same shade as the dress.

“Know what these are?”

The wide eyed girl could only shake her head in wonder, fascinated by the shiny color and the sleek shape of those smoothly curving surfaces.

“They’re shoes!!” She tore open the zip locked and pulled one out. “They called them high-heeled shoes, because of the heels! See, your feet go in here, and these are the heels.”

Tori took the bright red object and held it in her hands. It was light, and it wasn’t made of plastic. She mobilbahis güvenilir mi looked down at her feet shod in the thick gray socks and clunky walking shoes that were standard issue, and tried to imagine such things on her feet. How could one even walk in them?

***

Tori sat splay-legged on the storage room floor, surrounded by discarded plastic bags and heaps of old-fashioned clothes and accessories from a time now largely forgotten – except by the privileged few who had been granted access to the archives.

She was intently studying the small screen set up before her, pictures of advertisements that showed the fashions of that by-gone era. Since their find, Jodi had done some research work, and had come upon old advertisements. She even went so far as to secretly download some images from the archives, and then smuggle them out of the college library in her pocket pc. The two girls poured over the contraband images in the dim light of the storage unit. By piecing together the evidence, they quickly saw how the strange accouterments seemed to go together in various combinations.

A full-length mirror they had found in a corner had been dusted it off, and moved over into the light of day. And now Tori looked up to see Jodi who, having removed her tunic and let her baggy jeans collapse down her lithe white legs, stood beside the mirror in nothing but her underwear. It was not the first time Tori had seen her girlfriend in her underwear: the pale slender body banded by the serviceable gray cotton briefs, and the thick elastic of the bandeau that confined and flattened her maidenly breasts. Jodi was bending down to pick up the red dress.

“You know, if you’re gonna get dressed up like this and all, shouldn’t you go all the way?”

“Whadda mean?”

“Underwear too. Come on. Don’t you want to try this on?” she asked, fingering a pair of cream-colored panties that the girls now knew were worn by Fem-guys of long ago underneath their dresses.

Jodi grinned, and with a ‘why not’ nod of her head, snatched up the flimsy lace offering. Hurriedly, she skimmed down her standard briefs, tossed them aside, stepped into the silky panties, and drew them up, all in one quick motion.

Jodi tugged on the waistband, pulled the odd underwear up around her waist. The panties seemed to fit well, although they were definitely a bit skimpy in covering her behind. She hooked a finger into a legband to nudge an escaping rearcheek back into place, then ran her hands over her flaring hips and around, curved palms lightly caressing the silken contour of the taut slick seat. Jodi decided she rather liked the feel of her sex nestled in the cool silk, and gave an extra tug on the front to tighten the crotch.

“Well?” Tori asked.

“Yeah. Not bad,” Jodi pronounced. “What about the ban?”

“I think the ban gotta go. You should see if one those ‘brassiere’ thingys will fit you. I think I saw one over here.”

Jodi casually stripped her bandeau off over her head, freeing a pair of taut little breasts that settled in place with a jiggly wobble, then, bare-breasted, joined her friend pawing through the mounds of treasures in the hunt for the perfect brassiere. This became a major operation as they found that brassieres came in a bewildering variety of sizes and colors and designs. Unlike the simple bandeau worn by modern F-guys these old-time contraptions were awkward with their flimsy straps and hooks, and at first they required some assistance to climb into.

After trying on several examples with Tori’s help, Jodi found there a kind of knack to it, and soon she began to move instinctively: slipping her arms through the delicate shoulderstraps, coaxing her small tits into the cups, reaching back till blind fingers found, and learned how to deftly secure, the little clasp – all without Tori’s assistance.

Eventually, they found the perfect fit, a delicate thing in dusky pink satin, with lacy embroidery edging the flimsy half-cups, and narrow ribbons of silk for shoulderstraps. Jodi cupped her holstered tits, adjusting the bra on her slim chest, lightly hefting her pert bosom as she tested the comfort of the fit. It felt strange – having her breasts cradled in slippery satin and raised to stick out in prominent display like this. She rather liked it! She looked at herself in the mirror. She felt…well…kinda sexy.

She studied the subtle feminine curves of her profile in a side view, then turned her back to the mirror and looked at herself over her shoulder.

“Well, whadaya think?’ she asked her best friend.

“Weird,” Tori opined, “but kinda nice.”

“Gimme the dress.”

The slender girl took the fabric in both hands, looked it over, held it one way and another before deciding that it went on over the head. She worked her way into the ancient red garment, and let it slide down her slithering body.

The little dress turned out to be a sleeveless affair, with shoulderstraps, a modest scooped mobilbahis neck that permitted a just a bit of cleavage, and a hemline that rode no more than a third of the way down the girl’s bare thighs.

“And that’s it? You go around like that? I mean, with nothing on your arms and legs?” Tori asked, mildly shocked. The garment left as much exposed as a bodysuit one would wear at the beach!

Jodi, still gazing in the mirror, paid no attention. “Here, pull up this zipper thing.” And as Tori went behind her to help with the zipper, Jodi adjusted the shoulder straps and ran her hands down her front, tugging the dress down, smoothening the soft red fabric into place. The thin dress seemed made for her slim, small-breasted body. It flowed down, layering the softly curved lines. She looked at herself in the mirror. For a moment, no one spoke, the two of them just stood there looking at the pretty blond girl in the short red dress. Not quite knowing what to make of it.

“There are things you’re supposed to wear on your legs, you know.”

“Socks.”

“No, not really. They’re called ‘pantyhose’. We have some around here somewhere.”

Tori shook her head in disbelief as she watched her girlfriend hike up her dress, plunk her bottom down on the floor, then begin squirming and struggling to draw on the stretchy nylon of a pair of pale honey-tinted pantyhose. Jodi managed to get the clingy garment up to her crotch before standing up, hoisting up the skirt, and pulling the pantyhose the rest of the way till the top band of elastic rode above her hips. Jodi stood with hands on her trim hips under the accordiened dress. She found she enjoyed the snug fit of the pantyhose, and after making a few minor adjustments, she let the skirt fall back into place.

“I think this is right,” she said with growing confidence, straightening upright to regard herself in the mirror.

Tori looked her friend over, her eyes trailing down the tall nylon-clad legs, admiring the way the slick stockings seemed to smoothen the lithe feminine contours. She looked at herself standing beside the taller blonde girl in the red dress, and she felt suddenly plain, and rather shabby in her dumpy gray outfit.

“How does it feel?” she ventured.

“I feel kinda… tingly,” Jodi replied, rubbing a hand down a nyloned thigh and smiling with satisfaction.

Suddenly Jodi turned to her.

“Come on Tori, we got to get you dressed up too.”

“No, let’s finish you first. I’ve been looking this stuff over, and I think you still need a slip.

“A slip?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s a slip?”

Jodi soon found herself hitching up a deliciously frilly thing, satiny smooth, thin and slick and made out of some silvery fabric that slipped like liquid metal between the fingers. The slip had lacy waistband, and at the bottom a generous border of embroidered trim. Jordi had actually discovered the garment and they had puzzled over it for a time, before putting it aside. It was only later that Tori found a picture of it, or something very much like it, in the fashion ads. Neither girl could quite figure out the purpose of the slip, but they knew it was worn under the dress. As it happened what the girls had gotten a hold of was a half-slip, but they had the right idea, and Jodi stepped into it, and pulled it up into place.

Finally, there were the shoes to be considered. That decision was easy. The red pair slipped on easily over Jodi’s nyloned feet, and they seem to go perfectly with the dress. She stood up, feeling slightly uneasy in the stilted stance. She looked at herself in the mirror; looked down at the pointy shoes, that seemed to gleam on her feet, and took her first few tentative steps in high heels.

***

The blond girl in the red dress turned to the mirror. Grabbing two handfuls of fabric at her hips, she tugged the skirt down; smoothened out the front. She liked the feel of it, the body-hugging snugness of the fit; but most of all she approved of the image that smiled back at her from the mirror: a perky, vibrant blonde in a sexy red dress. Jodi was a girl pleased with herself.

She looked down at Tori sitting on the floor at her feet. Her friend seemed pensive, a little girl lost inside the shapeless gray outfit: a small, cute face, framed with short, mousy brown hair, looking up at her from an indeterminate body sitting like a Buddha, cross-legged on the storage room floor. Jodi had a project! It was time to re-do her drab girlfriend.

***

The two girls sat perched on packing capsules, huddled together so they might share the tall narrow mirror.

Jodi was still in her red dress, but her brown-haired companion had been miraculously transformed from waif-like shabbiness into what might have once been called – ‘a hot chick’!

With Jodi’s prodding, she now sported a sexy getup: a sleeveless black top with a wide flat collar and a long and prominent zipper down the front, and the kind of brief skirt once known as a miniskirt. mobilbahis giriş As fate would have it, the skirt they had selected fell, like Jodi’s, well short of the knee, for unbeknownst to them, the girls had dipped their fingers into the stream of time to sample an era when hemlines had ascended to one of their cyclical apogees.

The skirt was designed to allow the wearer to show off her legs, and for young Tori this was a definite asset. While her legs were not as long as the willowy blonde’s they were nevertheless well proportioned, nicely-shaped girlish legs with curves full of feminine promise. She had, perhaps inadvertently, enhanced the allure of those legs by selecting a pair of shimmering darkly-tinted pantyhose. To complete her innocently provocative look, she wore a pair of gleaming high-heeled sandals strapped on her stockinged feet.

The girls spent some time trying out their new shoes: parading back and forth in the storage room, stopping before the mirror to pivot and check out the view from behind. They learned to compensate for their weight being thrown forward, by striding with shoulders pulled back. They learned the subtle shifts necessary to accentuate the roll of the hips, and the natural sway of their skirted bottoms.

Flushed with excitement, they began eagerly exploring the array of accessories: sparkling baubles, earrings, bracelets, and necklaces. Then they were sampling the cosmetics, makeup that had been kept remarkably usable in vacuum-sealed freshness for many generations, as if waiting to be discovered once again.

“This is the stuff they put on their lips,” explained Jodi, examining the workings of a small golden tube.

She gave the bottom of the tube a twist, and smiled to see the glossy red stick emerge. Then she tentatively brought the strange stick to her lips. Some unseen hand seemed to guide the girl as, with a careful gesture, she engaged in that ritual that for ages had so eloquently defined femininity: tracing the double-arch of the upper lip, the smooth sweep of the lower.

“Hummm…what’s it taste like?”

“Mmm…not bad,” her friend answered, running the slithering tip of her tongue over her working lips, tasting experimentally. “But you’re not supposed to eat it.”

“I know that,” Tori answered with superior authority. “But why do you suppose the old Fs would paint their lips like that?”

“I think it looks kinda nice,” her friend said, gazing in the mirror at the brightly smiling blonde in her new red dress.

***

Two girls huddled before a mirror in a dimly-lit storage facility. They rattled on in excited whispers about their find. Brimming with childish glee, they were wildly eager to tell someone, to share their discoveries; but in the end caution prevailed. They well knew that the secrets they had uncovered were dangerous. If word ever got out, their parents would be horrified, especially Tori’s. They would have to report the findings to the police. Their contraband would be confiscated, and the girls, and even their families, would be in trouble with the law.

Still, there was this terrible temptation to tell someone…anyone…maybe a just a few close girlfriends? Perhaps there could be a small circle of their closest friends invited to meet in the storage facility Jodie’s parents maintained just a few blocks from their housing unit, there to explore the glamorous treasures?

Of course, there was no way they could show their clothes, their new look to Mal-guys. That was out of the question! But the girls couldn’t help speculating as to how Jon and Ron might react to seeing the two of them decked out in such dazzling finery. For some reason, the thought of parading around before their would-be companions in such outrageous outfits was rather pleasing.

In the end, the two conspirators reluctantly decided that the secret had to remain just theirs, and definitely consigned to the storage unit. Still, a wicked thrill ran through Jodi at the very thought of wearing something like this…in public! Then an idea struck her, and she glanced over at her friend.

***

The next day they rode the tram to their schools – two nondescript students in their identical blue outfits, sitting side by side, their indifferent faces reflecting the passive gazes of their fellow passengers. Just two more students on a tram that was, at that time of day, crowded with students all alike in the same drab uniform.

These two hardly merited a second look, yet an observer sitting across from the pair might note that the slender blonde had rather delicate features, and her companion’s freshly-scrubbed face held a certain wholesome quality. Undoubtedly good guys. Obedient, respectful citizens, sitting with their hands in their laps, on their way to be properly educated.

What the observer would never know, never even suspect, was that under the dumpy tunics and shapeless jeans, the duo had on the most unbelievably shocking underwear: sexy panties and scanty brassieres, made of the most exquisite silks and colorful satins that were slick and shiny. The intimate apparel they secretly wore next to the skin, if not exactly designed to excite and titillate healthy young Fem-guys, would nevertheless heighten their awareness of their blossoming sexuality.

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Kate had been over at her best friend Chris’s house for about 5 days now. They have been cuddled up on the couch most of the time, but what they have been doing in secrecy is slowly, groping each other.

While Kate slowly stroked Chris’s hard on over his jeans, Chris was starting to dip his hand through the top opening of Kate’s skirt. Kate’s bald vagina was practically soaking wet with her juices. As she slowly started to unzip his fly, he started to pick up the speed of his now pumping finger in and out of her wet cunt.

As soon as the zipper was all the way down, his erection sprang forth poking Kate in the bum. She lowly started to grind on it, as they started moving off of the couch on to the floor. Kate was flustered as she began to squirm around, as Chris slowly kissed her flat toned stomach. He pulled her shirt up slowly uncovering Kate’s magnificent perky breasts, and her now hard nipples. Carefully tweaking her nipples Chris made his way down to Kate’s pussy.

He pulled her skirt down and he could now see her swollen Clitoris. He started to kiss it and lick it. Forcefully he picked Kate up and tore her skirt off. Her now bare ass was lit perfectly in the night. He gently laid her back down. Setting Kate’s legs above his shoulders he started to devour Kate’s vagina. Pushing her vaginal lips aside, he started casino şirketleri to penetrate her with his tongue.

Kate was now trebling, as what seemed like wave after wave of juice erupted out of her, she was having a violent loud orgasm, as he continued to lick. He felt a hand grasp his wrist, it was Kate, she was pulling herself up higher on his shoulders, and now her glorious ass was in the air, she was gliding his tender fingers too it. She began to probe herself with his fingers.

Slowly and cautiously she lowered herself down, taking in all of his finger, into her bum. She started to now hump his finger. That feeling was short lived as Chris sat up, and mounted Kate. Teasingly he rubbed the head of his penis, along the slit of her vagina, as she begged him to fuck her. “FUCK ME, PLEASE, I WANT YOU IN ME!!” Chris then slowly slid his hard on, into Kate’s tight virgin cunt.

His cock was now throbbing, and pulsating. Slowly he slid in and out, but started to pick up the pace with every stroke. Kate shuddered as he rubbed her clitoris. Kate was letting out soft gentle moans, as he fucked her deep. Kate started to moan louder and louder as she had another orgasm, her vagina was getting tighter and tighter and soon Chris could not move, as he was stuck.

Kate soon slipped his cock out of casino firmalari her vagina, and placed it on the rim of her asshole. All Chris was able to think was “Oh my God, she wants anal. Fuck yeah.” Chris took a tight grip on his cock, as he plunged deep into her ass. Luckily her cunt was so wet, he could use her juice as lube. Her asshole was so tight, it hurt, but he liked the pain.

She started shaking as she put her finger in her pussy, and she could feel his cock pressing up against the walls of her vagina. She quickly hit a climax, as she started to rub herself faster. Juice started to spurt out of her like a water gun, at this point her found out that Kate was a squirt-er. After she calmed down, and Chris removed his cock, they laid there, while Chris slowly probed her cunt with his finger, as they slowly awaited round two.

As round two slowly approached, Chris looked over, to see Kate with a butt plug. Chris watched in awe as Kate was pulling, and pushing it in and out of her rectum. He started to hard as he watched. Kate looked over at Chris, it looked like he had a giant brown flag pole coming out of his pelvis.

Kate scrambled to get her bag. Inside were multiple vibrators, she pulled out her favorite which she called “The Green Machine”. She crammed it in her slit and crawled over towards güvenilir casino him. She grabbed his cock at the base, and shoved it in her ass. Chris was astonished at her sexual craving right now.

Chris soon felt the pleasuring jolt of her vibrator against the head of his cock. As he started to fuck her faster and harder, he jammed his finger in her pussy. A little bit of pee started to dribble out of her cunt. This turned Chris on even more. He was now rock hard, as he thrust in and out of Kate, as she started to convulse in another orgasm.

Chris was having the same feeling, as the vibrator and Kate’s tight asshole became too much to handle, he pulled out, and came on Kate’s back. She felt his warm liquid on her back, and she reached around, and scooped some off, and slurped it off of her hand. Chris spun Kate around, and put his cock in her mouth, as he felt another load exploding out into her mouth. Kate forgot about the vibrator, still in her pussy, as she had another squirting orgasm, her pussy muscles tightened up, and they forced the vibrator out.

As they both collapsed on the floor, he watched as Kate’s pussy still twitched, he rubbed it as they both got up, and got dressed, and laid back down on the couch. Yet he still lay there with his finger slowly pumping in and out of her cunt, as she silently whispered his name in her ear telling him not to stop. He put his thumb in her ass, and she shuttered, and slowly pulled his fingers out of her, and told him, “We can finish tomorrow.”

They both slept as they recovered, from their long night of fucking.

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Authors Note: My thanks to volunteer editors ThomRobinson — Chief Editor, and to Leontomax & Kelvin-hall for being consultant editors.

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It’s not often a person gets to share their dreams and fantasies. But when they finally do share them with someone special they might come true. Faith shared her dreams and fantasies but what she didn’t expect was a hidden desire that she wasn’t aware of until her partner showed her that she wanted it more than anything during a pashing session where his fingers touched a spot she didn’t know could be pleasurable. She has since spiraled into anal heaven. This story is just the beginning of that spiral.

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Lying face down naked on your bed I hear you rummaging through your drawers until I hear you find what you’re looking for. As you walk back to the bed I rake my eyes down your body, pausing long enough to admire the muscles of your chest and coming to rest on my favourite part of male anatomy, standing to attention just for me, I lick my lips unconsciously and a tingle passes through my body.

“Faith, are you sure you want this?” you ask, concern lacing your voice.

Almost in a whisper I reply, “I’m positive….Just be gentle. Will it hurt much?” I ask not wanting to know the answer, only wanting to experience it for the first time.

“Well it will be a little uncomfortable but…,” leaning down you whisper into my ear, “in the end I’ll have you screaming in pleasure.”

A small not quite audible, “Oh”, escapes my lips but I trust you implicitly.

Placing your hand upon my back you tell me in a gentle voice, “Just relax Faith. Enjoy the sensations. If you want me to stop tell me. I’ll follow your directions and if you want me to stop altogether tell me. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to, ok?”

Encouraged I reply in a confident voice, “Ok. I want this. Please continue.”

I close my eyes and wriggle around a bit to get comfortable. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri I feel you shift on the bed and your hands start rubbing and massaging my back. It feels good. Slowly you move down my back rubbing in circles and massaging until I feel your hands on my ass.

“Faith, you really do have the most gorgeous ass.” You say with a smile.

I giggle and you continue your massage down my legs and then back up to my ass. Feeling quite relaxed I hear a cap being flipped open and a squishing sound. Moving your body you use one hand and shift my legs apart and sit between them. Rubbing my ass cheeks with one hand, I feel the warmth of your other hand and my cheeks being spread slightly apart. I jump as your cold slick finger slides up and down my ass crack. Each time you pass my hole you push against it until finally you push right in.

I let out a gasp and revel in the new sensation. You stop moving and just let your finger rest inside for a moment.

With concern you ask me, “Shall I continue Faith?” I try and come to terms with what’s actually happening to me. I can’t believe I’m letting you play with my asshole. I can’t believe I actually like the feeling of a finger up my ass.

Taking a deep breath I tell you in as much of a steady voice as I can, “Yes, please don’t stop.”

You wiggle your finger a bit, each movement sending out a tingle throughout my body. You push against the edges trying to stretch my hole further. It hurts a bit and I’m still not sure what to make of all of this but I know that I love what you are doing. The feeling of being full, of exploring something taboo — it’s exciting!

I hear the cap being flipped open and you withdraw your finger to a slight squish sound. You put more, what I now know is lube, onto your finger and bring your hand back to my ass. Without delay you slip your finger back into me and wiggle it a bit pulling out to the tip of your finger. I feel a second finger join the güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri first and slowly you push in. You rest inside for a minute letting me get used to it and then you slowly pull out then plunge back in. You push your fingers apart stretching my hole. I gasp a bit but I only want more. You start to fuck my ass slowly with your fingers. Picking up speed you go faster and faster until I can’t even tell anymore if you’re in my ass or not. It’s just endless pleasure and I don’t want it to end.

I feel myself getting wetter and wetter between my legs as you finger fuck my ass. Moaning a bit I try and tell you what I’m feeling but all I manage to utter is, “Don’t stop.”

But stop you do. You withdraw your two fingers and pop the cap on the lube. My eyes shoot open.

With a slight tremble to my voice I hurriedly speak out, “No, not three, I can’t handle three.”

With an authoritative tone you tell me, “You can handle three, Faith, I know you can.”

You lube your fingers up and come back to my ass. You push three fingers against my hole meeting resistance but you persevere slowly until with a pop all three fingers are up my ass. I gasp and feel your fingers in my ass only managing to utter, “Oh” over and over.

Very slowly you start to fuck my ass. Amazingly it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. You pick up speed and fuck my ass. I get lost in the sensations until all I know is I love being fucked up the ass like this. I can feel myself dripping each time you thrust into me. I start to moan and breathe heavily.

“I…want…more,” I manage to utter out.

Suddenly you remove your hand and I hear the cap of the lube being popped, again you squeeze some lube out and I wait to feel your hand once more. But instead you crawl up the bed and I feel the top of your cock at my asshole. I gasp and bite my lower lip in anticipation. You push in and bit by bit you slide into my asshole until you’re all güvenilir bahis şirketleri the way in. I can feel your breath on my neck as your weight settles onto me. This is amazing. I finally have your hot hard cock up my ass and I LOVE IT!

I turn my head to the side and open my eyes to see you smiling at me.

“How does that feel?” you ask me.

How does that feel? How does it feel? Like I was made for this, my ass is custom made for your cock and for getting pleasure. Breathing heavily, I whisper to you, “Wonderful, absolutely wonderful, please don’t stop.”

You start to slowly thrust in and out, gently rocking back and forth, a slow sensual fucking of my ass, your breath warming my neck.

I close my eyes and a moan escapes my lips.

You shift your body and continue to fuck my ass. The feeling of my ass being so full is magnificent. I’ve never felt anything like this. You pick up speed trying to hold off really letting go.

Breathing heavily I utter, “Please fuck my ass harder.”

You comply and with much grunting and heavy breathing you go for it, no holding back, you fuck my ass.

I feel the familiar tingle between my legs, my own juices pooling onto the bed beneath.

Breathing heavily unable to really catch my breath, my hands open and close and search around for something to clasp. Moaning louder and louder I barely can hear your balls slapping against me.

You fuck my ass until you can take no more and must release. With some final thrusts you come in my ass. It is with those final thrusts I feel myself fall over the edge and with a moaning scream my body spasms, my pussy clenching and unclenching.

You remove yourself from my ass and go and clean up.

I slowly unclench my hands from the sheet and lie there trying to get my breath back as I wait for my body to calm down I try and will my beating heart to slow. Taking deep breaths I feel you come back and lie down next to me. As I feel your hands push aside damp hair tendrils from my face, I slowly open my eyes and look into yours, smiling I whisper, “Thank you,” as my body spasms and I relax even further. Your hands caress my face and leaning in, your warm breath on my lips, you breath into me, “You’re welcome, Faith,” and close the gap and softly kiss my lips.

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I stand at the front counter, distractedly staring into space and reflecting on this, the last day of my employment at the coffee shop. I’m glad it’s a closing shift – it’s quiet and slow, only a young co-worker and I, and I don’t have to talk much to him or to the few customers who have wandered in. It’s almost closing time and aside from a few last minute tasks, we are basically done with our work for the night.

Deep in thought, I don’t hear the door open and I’m startled when I hear a familiar voice greet me. “Hello Katie,” you say with the Welsh accent and friendly smile that have both helped make you into my favorite customer. I break out into a wide smile, glad to see you. “Ian! I was afraid you weren’t going to make it in tonight.”

“What makes tonight such an occasion?” you ask, giving me a quizzical look.

“This is my last day,” I frown. “You knew that…oh! you’re teasing me,” I say, my cheeks a little warm when I see you laughing.

“Oh yeah,” Vincent chimes in, looking at you. “She’s been wondering where you were all night.”

I shoot Vincent a wicked glare, blushing furiously. “I just wanted to be able to say goodbye,” I protest, too embarrassed to meet your eyes. I’m attempting to lean casually on the counter, my palms flat on the surface. When your hand briefly covers mine I am startled by the intensity of your look as I glance up into your eyes.

“I know it’s your last day.” you explain, removing your hand a little too quickly. “I wanted to be your last customer. So you won’t forget me,” you add, smiling shyly.

“I wouldn’t!” I exclaim, getting your coffee. “And it’s time to lock the door so you have succeeded in being my last.” Stepping around the counter, my hand brushes over your arm on my way to the front door to lock it. “I’m glad you came.” I say quietly, smiling up at you, your height somehow more obvious when we’re on the same side of the counter. You follow me to the front door and I instruct you in a hushed voice, “Just wait outside a few minutes, okay? I’ll send Vincent home in a few. I mean, of course, if you want to, ” I stammer, aware of my presumption.

“It’s all right, Katie. I’ll be here.” I look at you and nod, butterflies of nervousness and anticipation fluttering in my stomach. All these months of flirting with you have left me with a heightened excitement and your attitude this evening is doing nothing to dissuade me.

Vincent and I quickly start with the end of the day tasks and he’s done well before me. “Hey, Vincent, I can finish canlı bahis şirketleri up if you want to get on out of here. I’m almost done and there’s no reason for you to hang around.”

“That would be great,” he says, going to gather his things.

We say our goodbyes, promising to stay in touch and I follow him to the door to see him out. I glance across the street at you then I watch him walk around the corner and out of sight. I gesture for you to come back and stand in the open doorway, enjoying the cool breeze of the evening.

I stand aside to let you in and shut the door behind us. “You won’t be in any trouble then?” you ask.

I laugh, turn to face you, and start to answer, but suddenly you are very close to me and your hands are lightly gripping my shoulders. I freeze, my eyes wide and locked on yours. Before I can react, you dip your head down and kiss me. I’m surprised, of course, but pleased, and after a moment of shock I’m returning your kiss and we’re embracing passionately. We separate for a second and I smile at you, “Wow, where’d that come from?”

Your grin sends a thrill through me as you reply, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

I take your hand and pull you over to the leather chair in the darkened alcove and push you gently into it. You reach for me and I sit across your lap, facing you. “And I’ve been waiting for this since the first time you walked in here and ordered in that accent.” With that I kiss you urgently while I begin unbuttoning your shirt, moaning when I get my hands on your bare chest. I feel you tugging at my shirt and I move back to let you pull it over my head. I inhale sharply as you cup my tits, your hands warm against the black satin of my bra. Trapping your hands between us, I rush to kiss you again, my tongue thrusting into your mouth, tasting the coffee on yours. You free your hands and reach around me to unhook my bra and I shake it loose from each arm in turn, finally tossing it to the ground.

Your hands are spanning my shoulder blades as you pull me closer, your mouth encircling first one nipple, then the other. I kiss and bite at your neck, my hands under your shirt. You sit back abruptly and gesture for me to stand up. As soon as you are in front of me I’m pushing your shirt off your shoulders and you are reaching to undo my trousers. You push them over my hips and they fall to floor; I kick them away and stand in front of you, naked except for my panties. I swat your hands away from your trousers and unzip them canlı kaçak iddaa myself, letting them fall. I stare, transfixed, at your hard cock outlined in your briefs and reach out to stroke it through the thin fabric. Your moan makes me dizzy and I stroke more insistently, squeezing the shaft a little harder, feeling the moisture oozing from your cockhead.

You pull off my panties and push me back into the chair and drop to your knees, between my legs. Putting your hands on either side of my hips you coax my arse forward in the chair, bringing my pussy to the edge of the seat, easily accessible to you. With a quick, fevered look into my eyes, you bury your face in my cunt, your tongue quickly finding my clit. I’m crying out in pleasure, my hips pressing into your lips and you respond in kind, pressing the flat of your tongue against my throbbing clit, your fingers spreading my pussy lips for access. Suddenly, I’m arching my back and wrapping a leg around your back, my muscles tensing, holding my hips upwards as I come violently, crying out loudly.

You grin at me from the floor, your hand rubbing your manhood through the briefs. We both stand and I pull your briefs down, smiling as your cock springs free. I sit back down in the chair and draw you closer by your thighs, aiming your cock directly at my lips. I can’t resist slowly licking the drop of precum about to fall from the tip. Your hips jut forward almost involuntarily and your cock pushes between my lips and I take it eagerly, the shaft disappearing into my mouth, my nose tickled by your pubes. You begin moving slowly, your prick sliding easily in and out of my mouth, my tongue pressing against the underside and tracing the glans. Sensing your excitement mounting I intensify my movements when I feel you gently back me off, your hand on my shoulder. I stare up at you, a little dazed by my lust, biting my bottom lip.

“I want to fuck you,” you say, your voice raspy with desire as you pull me to my feet.

“Over there,” I point in the direction of the front counter, smiling wickedly. “Get one last memory out of this place, yeah?” I walk to the counter and lean over slightly, my back to you, turning to gaze at you with a smile.

“Yeah,” you breathe, coming up behind me, your arms circling me, your mouth on the back of my neck. I moan deep in my throat as your hand on my upper back presses me forward and I feel your cock against my pussy lips. Instinctively, I push my ass back into you, trying to impale myself on your very erect, very canlı kaçak bahis hard cock. I briefly wonder if anyone can see us inside the darkened café from the street.

Every thought of being watched vanishes as you guide your oozing, throbbing member to my glistening wet hole. I get leverage on the counter and push back onto you as I feel the head push through my tight opening, your cock quickly buried in the hot wetness of my cunt. We both pause a moment, connected up to your tight balls, overwhelmed by the delicious sensations emanating from our loins. I contract my sweet pussy walls around your cock and you groan loudly, push me down further on the counter, withdraw almost the full length of your cock and then slam back into me forcefully, making us both cry out. Spurred on you begin fucking me in earnest, one hand on my back, the other guiding me to and from you by my hip. My arms are splayed on the counter, your violent thrusts shaking my body so that I’m knocking things to the floor, but we’re both oblivious to the clanking and crashing going on around us.

I am screaming with every full thrust of your prick into my dripping pussy, wave after wave of pleasure sweeping through me. Murmuring a string of dirty nonsense, fuckmefuckmefuckmefuuuuuuuuckkkkkharderharderharder, I feel myself start to come and I bang my palm on the counter, exclaiming loudly, incoherently. I hear your string of moans and I know you are not far behind.

“I want to cum on your arse,” you growl, bending over to say it into my ear.

“Oh god, yesyesyesyesyes YES,” I moan, waves of orgasm still overwhelming me. Your exclamations ring in my ears as I feel your hot spunk landing on my ass and my back, loving the feel of your balls up against my pussy as you press closely against me.

You collapse on me for a moment, both of us panting together, recovering. You move aside and I turn slightly and kiss you, my eyes glazed with orgasmic bliss. I giggle languorously, enjoying your happy expression, and we both stand straight, suddenly quite aware of our nakedness. You see me looking around for something and you reach for a cloth and gently clean my back; I smile at you, shyness overtaking me and I hurry over to the piles of our clothing. You follow more slowly and take my arm before I can dress, turning me around to face you, tipping my chin up with your finger and kissing me deeply, embracing me tightly. I feel myself melting into your kiss, into your body, but I pull away before I lose any more control.

Placing my hands on your chest, I briefly rest my forehead on your shoulder then look up at you. “Let’s get dressed and get out of here?” I ask hopefully, beginning to pull my clothes on.

“Of course,” you agree, buttoning up your shirt. “Let’s go get a coffee.”

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