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The school I went to was a catholic girl’s school. Don’t navigate away; this isn’t one of those ‘convent girl gone bad’ stories. This the true story of my first orgasm.

I was 18 years old, and hopelessly innocent. Of course, I thought I was street wise. I was one of those that gives it all the gob, tales of all the boys I’d kissed, flirting shamelessly with male teachers, and just general cocky behaviour. The truth was I was a total fucking virgin! I’d kissed one bloke, a waiter on holiday in Gran Canaria.

In my last year at the school, as part of my A level geography, we went on a field trip to Wales. It wasn’t a big school so there were only about 5 of us plus the teacher that went. Monday to Friday in rainy Wales. To be honest, I didn’t mind it- I enjoyed the time with my mates. My geography teacher was alright too. Mrs Weston. She was about, ooh, mid forties? She was the sort that didn’t look stunning for her age or anything, but looked after herself, made the best of herself. She used to say some wildly inappropriate things now and then and shock us all. I can’t explain it really, not in an overt way; there was just always an undertone to glean from her. She gave the impression that she and her husband were, how shall I put this? – Quite fulfilled! I was quite a developed young lady, and the number of times she’d scolded me for wearing a black bra that was clearly visible through my white blouse- the once she mockingly said she’d remove it herself if I wore it again! I enjoyed a bit of trouble though, and enjoyed the attention. God, if I had to teach me as I was then, I’d have hated me.

So anyway, there we all were in rainy Wales. We had a good laugh, and it was nice to be in a less formal environment as a class. I wasn’t very happy with my home life at the time, so the little ‘family’ we became that week was really nice.

We were out all day every day hiking up hills and measuring river depths so even though my friend Anna and I were sharing a room, we were sleeping really well. Except for the Thursday night when Anna was poorly. After our dinner that night, she’d gone to lie down straight away instead of sitting round with us watching TV as normal, saying she had a headache. When we all went up for bed, she was crying, saying she felt so ill. Mrs Weston diagnosed that she thought it was a migraine and gave her a bit of a love, then told us to get some sleep. We settled down and had a brief chat, before I drifted off into a shallow sleep and reflective dreams.

I can’t have been asleep that long before I was awoken again by Anna. She was really crying and wailing now, saying she’d never felt so ill. illegal bahis I felt really awkward, but I had to go and knock on Mrs Weston’s bedroom door. It took her a few moments to answer although I couldn’t fathom why. The room was tiny and it wasn’t like she was the ‘old’ sort who would have taken time just to get up off the bed. Anyway, she answered, looking a bit tousled and flushed, but came to our room see Anna. After a bit of bustle, checking the consent forms that our parents had had to sign, she administered some paracetamol.

We settled down again, but I couldn’t sleep because Anna kept whimpering as if she was still in pain. I asked her if I needed to get Mrs Weston again, and she replied with a faint ‘Yes’. When I knocked Mrs Weston’s door, she answered quicker this time. When I followed her into my room though, Anna was fast asleep.

“She must have just been drifting off”, said Mrs Weston, feeling Anna’s forehead, “Yeah, she’ll be fine after a good sleep.”

I was apologetic for disturbing her again but she said it didn’t matter, and as I was about to climb into bed she said, “Come to my room for a bit. We can have a chat while Anna goes off properly.”

I felt a little strange about the proposition, but couldn’t really say no, so I ended up sat on her bed while she faced me on the dressing table stool, suddenly very aware that I had no knickers on under my nightie! I know that sounds CRAZY, but I was 18, a virgin, and an extremely insecure youth. All I could think was ‘How the hell did I end up on my teacher’s bed with no knickers on?’ In my sheltered little existence that was as rude as it got!

Mrs Weston nattered away about what we’d been doing this week and how we must have all got some great ideas for our coursework etc… She poured me a tumbler of water and offered me some of the grapes that she had on the dressing table. I don’t know how the conversation turned, but I found instead of nodding along about geography, I was now nodding along about what university she’d attended, and how she’d met her husband there. And then she just asked me, straight out, “Holly, are you a virgin?”

I had been peering down into my tumbler of water, but I now lifted my head and looked at her in surprise. I said nothing.

“Oh come on Holly, ‘we’re all girls together’ as they say!”

“Yes”, I admitted after a few seconds silence.

She smiled, “I thought so”.

“Why are you asking me that?” I was looking back down at my tumbler again, embarrassed to admit my lack of experience despite all the bravado she had no doubt heard me boast to my mates.

“I couldn’t help but wonder that’s illegal bahis siteleri all. You tell all your friends about the boys you’ve kissed and that, but you don’t really seem the sort. Have you even kissed a boy?” She was bordering on patronizing now.

“Yes” I snapped back defensively, “I have ACTUALLY.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Okay, sorry I asked.”

We sat in silence. It seemed like hours went by although it can only have been a minute or two at the most. What the hell could either of us say now?! How did the conversation progress from here?!

“I suppose we’d better get some sleep then”, she sighed, breaking the silence, “Unless…”

I was longing to get away from this awkward scenario, but the ‘unless’ held me there unable to escape. Mrs Weston stood up and made a movement that suggested I do the same. When I was stood up, desperately trying to avoid eye contact, she stepped forward toward me, much closer than I felt comfortable with.

“Let me give you something to help you sleep.”

Her hands found the hem of my nightie and gently lifted it, her hands touching skin that had never been touched like this before. I jumped a little in surprise at what she was doing, but didn’t try to stop her. The nightie was lifted over my head and discarded on the floor. There I stood, naked in front of Mrs Weston. She placed an affectionate hand on my arm as I gazed at the floor, looking for any sign that it might imminently open and swallow me like I wished it would.

“I know you’re nervous. Just relax, you’ll love it.”

She manoeuvred me onto the bed and I lay down while she fished around in the draw. My mind raced about what could be about to happen. She came back to the bed, having sought what she had been looking for, and sat near my legs. She smiled at me and I felt a little reassured, though I can’t deny my heart was beating faster than ever before.

I was able to see now what it was she’d gotten. At the time I really honestly had no idea what it was, and absolutely no idea what she could possibly do with it. I know now what it was of course; one of those vibrators that swirls inside of you while a little extension stimulates your clit. She effortlessly hopped up onto the bed and settled herself, kneeling, between my now parted legs.

“I’m going to kiss you now”, she said softly, and leaning over me on all fours, did just that. It was a soft kiss, gentle and soothing. Her hand cupped my breast and she moved her face downwards and kissed each nipple. Then she knelt back up again. The so far unused vibrator lay beside us on the bed, and with a smile she picked it up. canlı bahis siteleri

Okay, I was a virgin, but I knew the science behind this. I might have been a bit on the slow side working it out, but it suddenly became clear where that large pink ‘thing’, which Mrs Weston was now moistening in her mouth, was going to go. I must have displayed the sudden fear on my face, because she put her hand on my thigh and in her reassuring tone again, said, “Just keep breathing and relax.”

She ran a single finger down my pussy lips. It slid easily from my clit down to my tight entrance, which was well lubricated from my virginal excitement. She pushed her finger inside me and despite my nerves it felt heavenly. My body had never been awakened like those before. I’d touched myself a little in the past, but it had never stimulated me in the way she was now.

She nuzzled the bulbous end of the vibrator between my pussy lips and slowly eased it into me. It felt so enormous, but so good, every nerve in my body was crackling with pleasure.

“Okay?” she asked me.

I couldn’t reply but for a guttural “Uhhhhhh…hhh….”

I drew my knees up and I could feel her fingers touching me too. When she removed them, I was aware of something just pressing gently on my clit. And then something happened. The phallic object inside me began to swirl, and the presence on my clit began to vibrate. It was the most intense feeling my body had ever known and it took less than a minute before my body began to twitch uncontrollably. My back arched and my head rolled back in a pleasure that was almost unbearable.

“Oh God oh god oh god oh god ohhhhhhhhhhh…” I whimpered with this newfound sensation.

My orgasm receded and my body tried to relax, but Mrs Weston made no move to remove the vibrator from my body.

My body responded again very quickly. I felt so deliciously filthy, so blissfully wanton as I writhed on my teacher’s bed, building to my second orgasm. It came upon me harder and deeper feeling than the first, if that was was possible. My fingers grasped at the bedcover beneath me as my body tensed and my muscles spasmed.

Again, my body relaxed from the release and this time Mrs Weston withdrew the object that had given me such divine pleasure. As she did, my pussy made a mortifyingly sloppy noise and I felt my juices flow from inside me, trickling down my slit to my ass. I lay unable to move, entranced and paralysed by what had just happened.

Mrs Weston sat and looked at me for a few minutes, then picked my nightie up off the floor and handed it to me.

“Go on then Holly, you best get back to bed, it’s late.”

I reluctantly rose from the bed and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair was tousled, and my face was flushed. Hmmm… Well, I knew now why it had taken Mrs Weston so long to answer the door that first time I had knocked!

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We had played at clubs, dungeons before, so tonight was going to be much or the same, Mistress would beat me into sunspace and I would be in heaven. Only, in reality, she had something a bit different in mind tonight.

We had on our street clothes, but she brought her leather corset and boots, the latex panties she likes and usual toys. As for me, I have my usual attire as well, of course, my birthday suit. Once there, we chatted with friends and had a drink, then we went to change.

After meeting back up in the play area in our “outfits”, she put a mask on me, that limited my field of view, but not my sight completely. Then she set out to adjourn me in degrading words on her canvas, words like Slut, blow job, take me, whore, big cock here, guess where that was written. I of course, had no idea what was written, but she used my face, forehead, back and sides and my lower back and ass.

Once she had me covered in words to her liking, she tied me to a padded metal horse, she liked this one over the heavy wooden one, as the more compact structure meant more access to various parts of my body. Once secured, she whispered into my ear that tonight was going to be different, that tonight, she was going to loan out her property casino şirketleri to some friends, she said I was going to have the time of my life. Tonight I would learn to be totally used. She said she wouldn’t tell me who, but that they would do what they wanted, it may mean they would be fucking me, making me suck them? Who knows. I was reminded of my safe word, my name, they would not be using my name tonight, but I would be going by one of or all of the words written on me. One final check to be sure I was ok, this was the last time I would see those caring eyes again tonight.

It was then I heard a group of people talking nearby, I hadn’t noticed before, it was then I thought about myself, tied up in this vulnerable position, straddling the framework, legs tied down on either side, chest resting on the padded surface, head, face exposed on one end and my ass on the other, my cock and balls hanging down in a notched cut away with a collection container below that.

The voices seemed clearer, or louder to me, not sure which, my senses waking up and on high alert. I could make out numerous different people, though I couldn’t tell who, many women, even a couple of male voices, I began to get nervous with that, we had casino firmalari talked about other men, but I was very reluctant, I have no desire to be with other men, no fantasies of it either. I began to relax a bit as I thought, well, I have my safe word if it comes to that

Soon ,the group approached me, touching me, caressing me, it was then I noticed a couple of women in front of me had on dildos, it looked like feel doe type as I didn’t notice any straps. As one came up to my face, she said ” open up whore, time to suck my dick, no holding back, I hear you can suck a mean dick”, ” get to it”. So I did, taking her into my mouth and began relaxing my jaw as she rammed into me, someone behind me was lubing up my ass and getting me opened up. I heard a woman say ” look at this fine ass, I’m going to love tearing this bitch up”.

As the first woman was entering my ass, she slapped it hard and said the words on my back were right, I was a slut. I continued sucking the cock in my mouth as my ass was being pounded. The scene was repeated several times as the women switched roles. I heard but didn’t see a few folks gathered at the perimeter of the play area, watching me get used, this only made me even more excited, knowing güvenilir casino others were watching me get fucked and used by the group.

As my ass was repeatedly fucked, my prostate was being stimulated beyond belief, making my cock leak like crazy, filling up the container below. The fucking continued as did the assault on my face, my jaw sore, willing myself to continue. As the fucking continued and the gals switching off, I felt something different, it was a cock that was softer somehow, but like the others it continued to fuck me until soon, I heard a male grunt as it/ he came. It was then I realize I was just fucked by a guy, I felt immediate shame and humiliation at the realization a guy just fucked me and came in me. As I thought about it, I also realized my own cock was finishing cumming as well. The humiliation grew as my mistress commented on it loud enough for everyone to hear. It was then the guy pulled out of my ass and wrote “Cum”, above the word slut, he then went over and replaced the fake dildo in my mouth with his and ordered me to clean it. I now felt lower than low at the thought of ATM with a real cock, that I was now sucking clean.

As the women and man finished using me, my Mistress untied me and retrieved the container, she then had me kneel in front of her and drink everything in the container, which of course I did. In full view of everyone that fucked me and the ones watching, I drank every bit as ordered. I’ve never felt so humiliated and degraded and, happy.

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For the uninitiated to the adventures of Tom and Sophie, please refer to Part 1 of this story. More to come soon I promise, this is just a short instalment as it’s been so long between updates.

*****

Tom was in a daze. Sophie, the girl he’d known since she was eight years old, had just come to him for advice and ended up discovering a whole lot more about herself. He’d never felt so aroused, or so confused. They had slumped to the ground together and had been this way, backs against a pole in the stables, for the past few seconds. Just as he was about to shift his weight, Sophie scrambled from her position in his arms to her feet.

“Sophie…”

He trailed off. What to say? Tom had never thought about Sophie in any way other than like a sister. It didn’t feel right to. He’d worked at the property since he was 21, when she was only 8. Ten years of mundane day-to-day tasks together, the occasional soccer game, and many evening meals with the rest of the people who lived and worked at the property. Including Sophie’s family. Oh God, what would her parents think if they knew. All this went through his head in less than a second, but when he looked at Sophie’s face again he had just a moment to register her expression of extreme embarrassment, before she spun around and ran back the way she’d come.

Tom didn’t chase after her. He had too much to think about.

Sophie was mortified. She’d spent the last several weeks not knowing what was going on with her mind and body, and for it to have resulted in THAT. With Tom! What had she been thinking to open her mouth and keep talking in that way! She could mobilbahis güvenilir mi never look him in the face again. To make it worse, she’d caught the look of aversion in his eyes before she’d turned and ran. She’d headed straight to her bedroom, where she now lay sobbing under her bedcovers.

Days went by. Sophie spent her time either in school, studying, or actively avoiding Tom. She managed to convince her parents she needed to eat at her desk at night while studying, so she could avoid seeing him at mealtimes. The two times she had glanced him from a distance had caused her a jolt which was largely physical, a combination of pain, embarrassment, and arousal. Because she had to admit to herself now, she was attracted to him. And he didn’t want anything to do with her. As far as she could tell, he hadn’t come looking for her at all this past week.

Sophie woke up on Friday, and grabbed a quick breakfast straight from the kitchen on the pretence of being late for school.

“Darling, come and sit down with us”, her mum called from the dining room.

Sophie poked her head around the corner. It was just her mother and Ella left at the table.

“Where’s everyone else?” Sophie asked.

“If you’d taken a break from your studies this last week you might have heard before now; Tom’s taken some of the men next door for the few days to help the McPhersons.”

Sophie looked at her mother questioningly. ‘Next door’ referred to the McPherson’s property, one of the properties adjoining theirs, but it was some 200km away.

“It was Tom’s idea, Soph. Don’t you think that’s mobilbahis sweet of him? He knew how behind they’ve been since Rod McPherson broke his foot and Michael went away to university. We can afford to help them out for a few days.”

Sophie reeled. This was really happening. Tom did not want to see her. It had to be why he had volunteered to head up a working party away from the property. Well, fine. She would get over her embarrassment and get over Tom while she was at it. She went to school resolving to think no more about him that day.

That night, Sophie lay in bed, purposefully not thinking of Tom. And while she was not thinking of him, she thought of the way she had felt when she saw his curly red-gold chest hair peek over the collar of his shirt in the stables the other night. She was feeling that way again now. Without him being anywhere nearby, she was feeling keyed up and restless again. In fact she was so turned on that without meaning to, she let out a little groan.

Unconsciously her hands drifted up to her nipples. She had to admit, she was curious to try this again, on her own. Dragging her nails over her nipples felt just as good as it had in the stables, and she felt her back arch off the bed. She kept drawing slow circles with her nails, over her thin singlet, across her nipples. God, there it was. A line of fire connecting her nipples to her groin. There was a steady heat flushing through her stomach and down the tops of her legs. The heat in her stomach was growing and changing in nature, turning into a ball of aching need. She stopped herself from whimpering, and stopped mobilbahis giriş moving her left hand for just long enough to grab a pillow and put it across her face.

When Sophie returned her left hand to her left nipple it was like a switch had been flicked. She started grinding her hips against the bed without conscious thought. The ball of need in her stomach had now extended down between her legs and she could feel herself getting wetter. She couldn’t wait any longer, Sophie needed to touch her wet, aching pussy. Just thinking about it made her shudder, and she fumbled hurriedly with her pyjama shorts.

Her nipples now unattended, Sophie had both hands beneath her underwear. Her left hand instinctively pulled back the hood of her clitoris which, she observed in some dazed back corner of her mind, was standing to attention. With her right hand she felt how slick and wet she was, before gliding one wet finger across her clit. Sophie groaned properly this time. Holy shit that was good. Her hips were rocking rhythmically now as she used her right index finger to play with her clit. She could feel the aching in her pussy building and every so often she stopped touching her clit to put two fingers inside herself. Each time she did this and removed the fingers again, the aching need became greater. Returning to her clit was like the direct answer to that ache her pussy was creating. Sophie realised was panting, and she couldn’t pull her fingers away from her clit anymore, even to touch her pussy. Oh God, she was on the verge of it, trying to hold herself back as long as she could, but needing to break, to shatter, to release. She groaned out loud this time, which sent her over the edge and she came, hard, against her own hand. Just as she did, Tom’s face flashed into her mind and after several seconds of orgasm, she resolved for the third time that day not to think of him, as she drifted off to sleep.

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The drive to work was a mundane one, the same 32 miles, the majority on a dual carriageway and insufferably dull. I made the journey 5 days a week and had done so since April when I had started my new job as a manager of a team in Birmingham. It was a good job, perhaps not the most exciting but a good job nevertheless.

I tended to try to beat the morning traffic, I knew that if I left before 7am I could be in around 8am. If I left it much later, everything seemed to back up and I could struggle on occasions to get there for 9am. So after a few months I dropped into a routine, get up, shower and shave, cup of tea and some cereal and then in the car in time to catch the 7 o’clock news. I drive a black Ford Focus, mid range, but comfy enough and very economical. I had been single since my separation the previous year, we had grown apart after 20 years of being together. My wife was in a new relationship but we remained good mates — we’d had plenty of good times together but simply worn each other out.

Even with the early start there was always a slight back up, one stretch of the journey had recently had installed a 60mph speed limit, it is for about 5 miles and it is controlled by average speed cameras. The result being that everyone drops their speed to 63/64 mph and we all cruise along together, variously passing each other very slowly. At the end there is a large island and as the two lanes approach it, there is invariably a 3 — 400 yard queue. It moves fairly quickly but it is a bit frustrating, at that time in the morning you just want to get across the island, back onto the quicker part of the dual carriageway and into work.

I first noticed her about a month ago, I think she passed me first, on the 60 mph section, she cruised past me a couple of mph quicker than me. She was in a 4×4 so was a bit higher up but I could see that she was blonde — platinum blonde, pretty and her nails were immaculate as she gripped the steering wheel. It was a couple of days later that I saw her again, once more she cruised past me, this time she had more than got my interest, so once she had pulled in front of me and slowed slightly I gradually pulled out and passed her. She didn’t seem to notice me checking her out, her hair was just beyond shoulder length and there appeared to be a healthy swell of her chest. She was well tanned and perfectly made up with pale pink lip-gloss and French manicured nails. As we approached the roundabout she stayed behind me so I continued to check her out in the mirror. She didn’t notice at all, but I enjoyed the view and it made my journey brighter. Eventually though the traffic moved and we crossed the roundabout. Once on the faster section she soon pulled out and zoomed past me, she would be at work before me for sure.

About a week later I saw her again, this time there was an accident ahead and we were backed up. I was fed up but had the radio on high and was singing along to Meatloaf. As we crawled along, I glanced sideways and there she was, my vision of beauty, also singing along as Meat belted it out. This time we both glanced at each other at the same time, realised we both been caught singing along without a care in the world. The banality of it tickled us both and we both stopped and laughed almost apologetically. She had a beautiful smile and laugh it was just a random moment, we sort of waved at each other and looked away — concentrate on the road I thought. I had though been able to hold the glance long enough to confirm my fleeting view of before that she did indeed have a full chest, her seatbelt was stretched across and between her breasts and they filled her blouse impressively. Once past the roundabout though, she was off again, I began to wonder where she worked.

I looked out for her as I drove home but never saw her. The following morning I followed the usual routine got into the car just in time for the news, and set off to work. I kept checking the mirror looking out for the red 4×4 and my anonymous blonde but there was no sign, I wondered where she was and where she worked.

It was 2 weeks last Friday when I saw her again, I was almost into the city when she whizzed past me, I had a bit of time so I thought I would try to see where she was going. As we got into the centre it was easy to see where she was going the bright red Kuga stood out a mile. I had reached my normal parking area and was just about to pull in and park up when saw her indicating left. What the hell, I could always do a loop around, so I carried on a little further and turned up the same street. Just in time, I saw her pull into a private underground garage. She sure had my interest.

The day didn’t go as planned, I was looking to get away at 3pm but was told early on that I was needed in a meeting with the boss at 4pm. That was likely to go on until at least 5, still that meant I had the opportunity for a leisurely lunch. It was a lovely late spring day so I decided to walk into the square and güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri grab a sandwich and a juice. I was sitting there minding my own business when she walked straight into the coffee shop. A couple of minutes later she came out clutching a sandwich and a coffee. It was busy but there were a few spare tables, but she came straight over to me.

“Hi” she said, “I think we have sort of met but then again we haven’t, I’m Penny.”

“John” I mumbled, “please, feel free”, I gestured to the empty seat.

She was even more beautiful than I had realised, petite — about 5’2″ but with a gorgeous figure. Her full breasts filled her silk blouse and pushed out the lapels of her navy suit jacket nicely, she had tight matching trousers on that were immaculately tailored. As she bent to put her bag on the floor, I had an excellent view of her behind, round and homely. A perfect shape for me, I started to wonder what it would be like to fuck her in the shower.

I was brought back to earth when I caught her say something about Radio 2.

“Sorry” I said,

“So you listen to Radio 2 on the way in as well do you?” she asked

“Yes, sorry, I was miles away, I’m afraid I do, can’t say my singing is up to much though, probably as well we were in separate cars, it could have been a painful experience for you.”

“Really?” she said with a mischievous grin, “I might have enjoyed that.”

We chit chatted whilst we ate our sandwiches and drank our coffee, I learned she was a lawyer, loved her job, hated her journey and was single and had a teenager lad who had just gone off to college. I was doing the calculations, he had to be 18 minimum, she really didn’t look old enough…

“39 ” she said, as if reading my mind, “It’s my fortieth in 3 weeks.”

I managed to mumble something about her not looking a day over 25 and that all his friends must love coming around to see him. She laughed and there was a definite twinkle in her eyes. We continued chatting, it seemed very natural and easy to talk to her and the conversation became increasingly flirtatious, she certainly had my interest! Before we knew it though it was time to get back to work. I thanked her for sharing lunch with me and I promised to carry on singing — with the windows very firmly closed.

I went back to work a spent most of the afternoon wondering whether we really had made a connection, whether there was an opportunity and whether we would meet again.

The 4pm meeting was a bind, too many people have too much too say and not making much sense, my thoughts kept drifting, especially when the Assistant Director popped a button and revealed a little too much cleavage — nice but not as good as my goddess from the coffee shop.

Finally I got away at 5.20pm, right at the peak of the rush hour. I crawled out of the city and finally made it to the dual carriageway but it was still slow. I had the radio for company though and was looking forward to a cool beer once I got home. Then the traffic news came on, accident on the road I was on, one lane blocked and long delays — it was right ahead of me, no chance of escaping it, the traffic was already drawing to a halt. Ah well, nothing I can do about it but to sing-a-long. I moved about a mile in 30 minutes, the outside lane seemed to be moving a little faster though, I kept checking out the drivers as the meandered past. And then there she was — her 4×4 gradually came up alongside — I was singing to Tom Jones – so was she, we exchanged glances, and laughed — shrugged shoulders at each other and smiled again. Then, without warning she looked straight at me and mouthed very clearly “Follow me!”.

I just nodded, and we both smiled, her lane moved and I managed to pull in behind her. My mind raced ahead — I wondered what she had in mind and I felt a definite stirring.

The traffic took an age but finally we cleared the accident and began to build up speed, it was difficult to keep up with her, but I just about managed it. Eventually she indicated left and slowed slightly to take the exit. I followed at a reasonable distance wondering what she had planned I didn’t think for a minute about the risks of following a complete stranger into a part of the town I was not familiar with. She continued for a couple of miles and then indicated right and turned into a modest modern housing estate. Her car slowed again and she turned into a drive in front of a detached house. There was space on the drive for two cars, so I pulled right alongside. I looked over and smiled, she smiled back grabbed her bag and stepped out of the car and walked to the front door. I jumped out of the car, trying to gather my thoughts.

“Quick” she whispered, “don’t let all the neighbours see.”

I stepped into the house and she closed the door behind me, dropping her bag onto the low table next to the door. She walked past me and started to climb the stairs, I stood rooted güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri to the spot. A few steps up, she stooped, looked over her shoulder straight at me and whispered “Follow Me!”

I started after her. I was now fully aroused. At the top of the stairs, I caught her shoulder, she turned and I bent my head to kiss her. She inclined her neck to me and our lips met. It was a gentle caress, a brush of our lips. My hands reached behind her and I held her to me, and I slipped my hand beneath her hair and to the back of her head. We kissed again, more urgently this time, our mouths parted and our tongues touched. Her body was pressed against mine, my erect cock was straining in my trousers, she must have felt it as we held each other tightly, it was pressed firmly into her tummy. She broke our kiss and pulled me through the door and into the master bedroom. We grabbed each other again and kissed, deeply, moving towards the bed. The backs of my knees hit the bed and I fell back onto it. She stood up from me, I reached for her.

“Wait” she said and stepped away from me. “I’ll be back in 2 mins. There is another bathroom on the landing if you need it.” I almost ran to the bathroom. I figured I ought to pee and clean up. But it was mighty difficult with a rock hard cock.

Eventually though I managed it, had a quick rinse of water, kicked of my shoes and jacket and went back to the bedroom. I sat back on the bed. Within a minute or so she appeared from the en suite. A stunning vision of beauty. Her suit jacket and trousers were gone, her hair cascading over her ivory silk blouse that had several buttons undone, her bra had disappeared as well but the fabric of her blouse was still stretched taut by the swell of her breasts, the outline of her nipples clearly visible through the silky blouse. Her knickers were plain and white but high legged and she had kept her heels. She had re-done her make and her lips looked so kissable. She walked towards me as I sat at the end of the bed. I started to rise to meet her but she pushed me back and sat astride me as we kissed again. My hands ran up and down her back under her blouse, allowing my fingernails to lightly scratch and tickle her back, from the nape of her neck down to the tops of her knickers. We continued our deep kiss, tongues battled each other. Her chest was pushing into mine and she was grinding herself onto me.

Then she stopped, pulled herself off of me and stood in front of me. He blouse still fastened by a few buttons.

“Stand up” she said. I rose and reached for her.

“No,” she said, “stand still, you have too many clothes on.”

She reached up to the knot on my tie and pulled it open, she dragged the tie and pulled it out from around my neck.

“That may come in useful later,” she said as she dropped it to the floor.

She began to unbutton my shirt, from the top down pulling it out from my trousers as she went as she was doing this I unfastened the cufflinks and dropped them on the bed. Once undone she pulled it off from my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her fingers now went to my belt, expertly she pulled the leather strap out of the buckle and unfastened it. She popped the button on the trousers and slowly, so slowly worked the zipper down. My trousers fell to the floor and I was stood there in front of her in my socks and tight boxers, massive hard on jutting out of the front and a large spot of precum at the tip of my cock.

Now it was my turn, I tipped her chin up to my face and kissed her. At the same time I began to unbutton the few buttons left on her blouse. As that slipped off her shoulders and onto the floor, her breasts were magnificent, well rounded firm and topped off with large brown nipples that stood out to a point about half an inch proud. I ran the backs of my nails around the edges of her breasts, I so wanted to grab and squeeze them but wanted to savour this. Gradually I worked my fingernails inwards in a circular motion until I was circling her nipples. The skin of her nipples reacted and firmed up, if anything her buds grew larger. Finally I gently scraped my nails across the tops of her nipples, he legs buckled and she groaned. She fell onto the bed and I alongside her, ridding myself from my socks as quick as I could. We lay facing each other and we kissed, whist we did so my free arm was caressing her, down the middle of her back, across her shoulders, tickling the nape of her neck, running down her legs as far as I could reach, along her bum, lightly tickling and scratching either side of the material of her knickers.

I moved over her propping myself up on one arm, allowing my access to the front of her body. I alternated the tickling and light scratching along her tummy and beneath her breasts, again circling her nipples, though again avoiding touching them. I ran my fingertips across the top of her knickers, so close to her pubis and then away again, sweeping güvenilir bahis şirketleri my fingers down her legs and back up her inner thighs, teasing and avoiding her most sensitive areas. Her breathing had deepened now and she lay on the bed, hair splayed, chest heaving. I gently leant over and kissed her and then moved my mouth lower, placing little kisses onto her chin and beneath it onto her throat. I gently licked and kissed her earlobes and then onto each shoulder. My tongue moved down towards her breasts kissing and lapping gently around each nipple. Finally I could resist no longer taking each nipple in to my mouth in turn, swirling it over the firm bud, gently grazing my teeth over each as she arched her back and moaned in appreciation.

I started to move lower and her breathing increased in anticipation. At her bellybutton I swirled my tongue around the outside of it before dipping it in and lapping causing her to whimper as it tickled her. I carried on lower, now my eyes were focussed firmly on the tight white knickers that covered her pussy. I hooked my finger into either side and gradually began to lower them. Her hips rose simultaneously to allow me to remove them and finally I knelt between her legs, the glory of he pussy in my view. Her bush was well trimmed, light coloured and wispy but around her lips she was smooth and hairless. Her outer lips were puffy and engorged, a trickle of juice ran down over her perineum and onto her little hole. It was absolutely stunning. I lowered my head and gently flicked her lips with my tongue, barely touching them. She immediately flinched and took a sharp intake of breath. I flicked out again, this time a little more purposefully, flicking my tongue from side to side over the length of her slit.

Gradually her lips began to part slightly and as they did I had a wonderful musky aroma fill my nose as the juices of her arousal were exposed. I needed to taste her sweetness so dipped my tongue right into to the warmest and wettest part, running her juices up and down her slit but all the time avoiding her clit. I tongued her in and out and tasted her sweet juice, coating her pussy lips and my face with it. Her breathing had increased, she was close, and I began, ever so gently to flick her clit with my tongue. Side to side and up and down I flicked my tongue over it at top speed. I felt her hand on my head, guiding me and urging me on. I slowly increased the pressure, flicking and licking harder. She was close now, her breathing had increased and she was thrusting her hips towards my face. I continued to lick and lap as quickly and as hard as possible, barely pausing to take a breath. Then it hit her, she bucked and screamed and came on my face. A shuddering orgasm that seemed to take her breath away.

I stayed where I was as her legs gripped my head until she relaxed as the orgasm subsided. I pulled my head away a little and gazed in awe at her beautiful gaping pussy, lips spread with a bright pink slit soaked with juices and my saliva. It was pulsing gently. I blew on it gently and watched it contract and throb as I did so. I dipped my head and started to kiss it ever so gently, she moaned and sighed with pleasure. I kissed and nibbled all around before dropping my tongue to her ass hole, a few little flicks on that and she was trembling again. I continued to lap away, steadily increasing the pressure and then gradually I raised my tongue back up her slit up to her engorged clit, as my tongue flicked over it there was an instant response and her back arched again, her hips driving her pussy onto my face, I licked and lapped and flicked again until with a scream and a moan another huge orgasm crashed through her body, she shuddering as she shrieked as she clamped her legs around my face. I could barely breathe until at last she subsided and went limp.

Of course I was anything but limp but she was spent. She beckoned me up to her and kissed me deeply tasting her own juices in mouth and on my face. We hugged tightly and said nothing, she was complete in my arms and I knew I had to be patient.

After a while, probably about twenty minutes she pushed herself off me and went to the bathroom calling for me to follow. I heard the shower running so I went to join her. It was a great big power shower with plenty of room for two. She kissed me deeply and began to wash her hair. I took over, massaging her head as I rubbed the soapy shampoo through her hair. I took the gel and soaped her back down beneath the crack of her bum and her legs. I reached around her soaping her breasts, finally squeezing each of them and rolling her nipples between my thumb and fingers. My hands worked lower between her legs and I soaped her twat, running my fingers through her pubic hair and along her slit. My cock was once again back to full attention and was pressed between her arse cheeks into the small of her back. As I continued to caress her pussy she turned and kissed me before moving her mouth to my chest, licking and biting my nipples. Her hands were now on my cock and balls, pulling the foreskin back and scratching my balls. “Condom?” I asked.

“In the bedroom,” she whispered, “but I have something else in mind first’ she continued and with that she slid down my body and knelt in front of me.

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A little later in the Cristmas-eve private party, entered Kathy’s best friend Yvonne, a middle aged flirtatious lady. John knows her. But his eyes traced the gym-toned contour of her upper arm, from her elbow to the armpit area, then the smooth and tanned shoulder skin. The luscious curve of her shoulder made him hot. He wanted to kiss and suck those shoulders. He was also watching the folds of her skin in her armpit area, made by her heavy rounded arms hanging by her body. A few jet-black strands of hair were jutting out from the armpit folds. Her nose is sharp and sensuous.

Yvonne lifted her both arms to tie her hair. Her wide armpits were covered with sweat, tiny droplets were gathering in the creases. The dark jet-black hair made her armpits very sensual. Yvonne deliberately lingered in this pose to show her armpits to all three.

Within the concave landscape of her armpit cavity nested the crop of her underarm hair, thick and jet-black, about an inch long. If dry, they would stand out like the soft bristles of a brush; but now the hairs were soaked with Yvonne’s armpit sweat, glued to her skin. Tiny sparkles of sweat glistened beneath the hairs; the light also caught the wet trails left by salty droplets that had slid down to the wet armholes of her light blue sleeveless blouse.

“Come, Kathy and Brenda, won’t you give me a nice hug?” asked Yvonne with her nice arms outstretched, making her armpits invitingly visible.

“Sure, I would like to squeeze you tight,” said Kathy.

” I want a nice cuddly embrace,” said Brenda.

Yvonne initially engaged in a tight welcome embrace with Kathy. A lusty slippery kiss was the natural outcome, which lasted for about ten minutes. This heated up Brenda, and she cuddled up to John in a lusty illegal bahis tight embrace, trapping his head in her right armpit. John licked and sniffed Brenda’s armpit.

But Yvonne pulled Brenda away from John, and gave her a lusty embrace with her left armpit pressed on her face. Brenda sniffed Yvonne’s underarm with loud sound, and suction kissing of the soft flesh.

After disengaging from the embrace, they changed partners. Yvonne eyed John, and signaled him to come to her, while Kathy and Brenda fell into a lustful body-squeezing embrace with armpit kissing. They fell on a big sofa and were wriggling in the embrace with lots of underarm kissing.

Yvonne was clamping her both hands over her head, enticing John. He put his nose near her armpit, and inhaled slowly. He caught the slightly musky scent of her flesh. In the wet hairs of Yvonne’s armpit, the smell was pungent, arousing. It was truly **** raising. In this pose, they walked to a bedroom.

As soon as they entered, Yvonne held John’s head and pulled it to her right armpit. John was mad on sniffing the smell. But Yvonne was not in a hurry. She sought out his lips, and engaged in a tongue kiss, their tongues entwining each other in an embrace inside their joined mouths. As their noses fought with each other, Yvonne’s nose could not stand the tickle, and forced out a big load of snot.

“Don’t wipe it, ” said John.

And then he sucked up part of it by his mouth, and devoured the salty taste.

“It is so tasty,” he said.

The other part of the snot he held by his fingers and spread it in both her armpits, and licked it from her smelly underarms. The taste of her snort mixed with her underarm sweat and grime was too delicious to John. After lapping it up from her underarm, illegal bahis siteleri John took her entire sharp nose in his mouth and gave her nose a deep suction, sucking it with all his might. Yvonne enjoyed it very much, and for a long time she could not free her nose from his sucking. Then she pulled it out with a strong pull. Her nose was dripping with John’s saliva.

” You really know how to suck a nose. I want more of it later,” she said.

” I will eat up that beautiful sharp nose, and suck all the snot from inside,” he said.

“Fine with me,” replied Yvonne.

John again concentrated in her armpits, and this time sniffed and sucked real hard. Yvonne closed her eyes, aroused at the deeply intimate attention to her armpits. She felt his hot breath on the skin of her armpit.

He sniffed again and again with deep sniffing sound, his lips moving gradually on the skin of her armpits, breathing deeply, and tasting her musky, salty sweat. He alternated between both her armpits again and again.

Yvonne asked him to take off her leather shoes, as she wanted to be comfortable. She sat on a sofa and raised her feet on a low table nearby. John took off her shoes and socks one by one and sniffed the aroma inside each shoe. The smell was highly intoxicating.

Yvonne thrust her one foot towards his mouth, and he kissed her shapely foot on all sides – top, bottom and sides. Then he licked the bottom and sniffed and licked in between each pair of toes. The smell between her toes was heavenly. John was bursting at the seams. He spat in between her toes and licked.

Then Yvonne thrust her other foot to him and he sniffed, smelt, licked to his heart’s content. He took all the toes of each foot at a time and licked and canlı bahis siteleri licked, cleaning up the grime and sweat.

Yvonne pulled up John to her breast, and gave him a tight embrace, raising her left armpit for a deep kiss and lick. John obliged gladly. He licked her both armpits like mad, munching her wet smelly armpit hairs.

“Grrrrrhhhrrrrrmmmmm… your tasty armpits are full of sweet honey. Let me taste those luscious hairy pits with sweet honey,” John said with his face buried in her armpit.

“Aaaagrrrrraaarrrrrmmmmmgggghhhhhmmnnnmmm…suck it up, fill it with your tasty saliva, and let me taste the nectar of your armpits,” she said.

They both engaged in mutual armpit sucking, sniffing and licking. John spat in Yvonne’s armpit and licked the saliva mixed with her sweat. It was very tasty to him.

Yvonne then spat heavily in John’s armpit, and licked and sniffed hard. It smelt great with spit and grime in his armpit.

Yvonne and John got engaged in a game of spitting heavily in each other’s armpits, then smelling and licking it up.

John took Yvonne in a lusty tight embrace in his lap and started a slow quickie. They enjoyed with lots and lots of armpit sniffing with sound, licking and nibbling, biting. They slowly reached the peak, and stayed there for long. They crossed the peak in the midst of frantic mutual armpit kissing, nibbling, sniffing, biting, licking and sucking after they spat heavily in each other’s armpits.

Meanwhile, in the other room Kathy and Brenda were devouring each other’s armpits like two mad persons, in frenzied action. They spat heavily in each other’s armpits and then were licking each other’s smelly armpits with slow long strokes of their tongues, gradually quickening to fast short strokes. Sometimes they were crushing their faces and lips in each other’s underarms. Soon Kathy was in Brenda’s lap, with their heads buried deep in each other’s smelly slippery armpits.

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Jenn stood in the hotel lobby, staring across the room at the empty hotel bar.

Around her, conference attendees were making their way to their morning seminars.

She was sure that Tim, the man she’d met in that bar last night, was among them, but she didn’t know where. He’d left during the night… after… One part of her mind shied away from the thought, but at the same she felt a tingle across her skin… her nipples… her pussy.

She looked down at her phone. It felt hot in her hand. She hadn’t dared to open the picture folder yet. She had to get it over with. She wondered if she would really dare to say anything when the time came. Her fingers shook as she pressed Dan’s speed dial.

“Hi, honey,” Dan answered brightly.

“Hey.” Jenn said, subdued.

“So, what do you have going on today?” He asked.

“Just more seminars,” Jenn replied. She could hear the slight quaver in her voice, betraying her nerves.

“So…” Dan sounded hesitant.

“Yeah, I…” Jenn stammered.

“You got a little crazy last night?” Dan said.

She could picture his grin and squirmed. Memories of last night danced though her head… Tim’s smile as he took a picture of her flashing her pussy in the bar. The feeling of his hot lips on her neck, his hands on her body. The taste of his cock, in her mouth…

“Yeah,” Jenn replied carefully.

“Too much to drink,” Dan said, offering his explanation as fact.

“No,” Jenn snapped.

She’d had a couple of drinks, but she hadn’t been drunk. She’d actually been remarkably clear headed. Had clear-headedly invited a strange man back to her room, stripped for him, sucked his cock, lay back on the bed under him…

“Really, ’cause those texts looked pretty drunk,” Dan insisted.

“Texts?” Jenn asked.

“Can’t talk… Call you later…” Dan chuckled. “I think that’s what you were trying to type anyway.”

“I wasn’t drunk,” Jenn countered angrily, remembering… laying on her belly, her ass in the air, holding her phone…

“Oh, come on,” Dan said. “You could hardly type.”

“Yeah, well it’s hard to type when you’re getting fucked!” Jenn shouted into her phone.

Dan went silent. Jenn could hear him breathing, almost panting, into his phone. Over that, she could hear the murmur of voices around her. Her face flushed as she suddenly remembered she was standing in the hotel lobby.

Slowly, Jenn looked around her. Several people were walking quickly past her, clearly pretending not to look at her. A pair of women in business attire, wearing convention badges, were giving her an unmistakable disgusted look. A group of men in suits, also clearly with the convention, stood grinning and plainly undressing her with their eyes, while an older man simply smiled and nodded at her.

Jenn tried to ignore the heat burning her face, flushing her breasts, and she very much tried to ignore the wet heat rising elsewhere. With a determined pace, she started walking. Not really toward anywhere, just walking for the sake of moving.

“I’m sorry…” Jenn stammered into the phone.

“You’re joking,” Dan declared.

“I’m…” Jenn started again.

Dan hung up.

Jenn froze. Her gut twisted violently. Her warm desire was suddenly, painfully, doused by cold fear. What had she done? Oh god, what had she done?

Her hands shook as she hit speed dial again.

He answered, “Getting fucked?”

“You’d illegal bahis said…” Jenn stammered.

“What were you doing?” His voice sounded so level, so horribly, sickeningly calm.

“Those fantasies you kept telling me about…” Jenn felt close to tears.

“Shhh,” Dan said soothingly. “Just tell me… when you texted me last night. That last time. Tell me why you couldn’t type right.”

“I told you…” Jenn muttered.

“No, tell me exactly what you were doing at that moment,” he urged.

She could almost feel Tim’s strange weight on her back…

“Getting fucked,” Jenn replied.

“Tell me,” Dan insisted.

“What do you want to hear?” Jenn replied. “Do you want me to tell you I was on my belly? That the phone was in front of me, and I was trying to type while… while he was…”

… his cock pushing inside her again…

“Was what?” Dan prompted.

Remembered him thrusting into her… remembered trying to cling to her phone while her whole body shook from the force of him in her.

“Was inside me. Was fucking me.” Jenn said, her voice growing husky. “Was pounding from behind, so hard. So hard I couldn’t type properly.”

“He knew,” Dan said. “About me.”

“He knew.” Jenn confirmed.

“You were…” Dan’s deep breath buzzed over the phone. “Fucking. When I texted, you were fucking another guy.”

“Yes,” Jenn said softly, her eyes closed. “I was. I was fucking another guy.”

“Who?” Dan asked, his voice surprisingly calm about the question.

“His name’s Tim,” Jenn replied slowly. “He’s here at the conference.”

“You met him in the bar,” Dan said. “He’s the one who took that picture.”

“You saw… oh, right, the picture in the bar,” Jenn said. “Yes, he took that. He saw me taking the pic I sent you. The upskirt pic in the bar. I didn’t know he had at first. He came over and bought me a drink. He was nice. Flirty but not pushy. Then he said he’d seen me taking it. He asked who I was taking it for.”

“You told him about me?” Dan felt a little shocked.

“Yeah, I did,” Jenn admitted. “He asked about the picture, about why I’d taken it… and I told him about…

“You always go on about your pervy fantasies,” Jenn continued. “About wanting me to… to fuck another guy. We talked about it at the airport. I took my panties off, right at the elevators. I didn’t tell you: the doors to that elevator opened right after I took them off, a second after I sent you the picture in front of them. Two guys got off. They saw me. I know they did. They saw me standing there with my panties in my hand, my dress hiked up. They saw my pussy. They didn’t say anything, but I know they saw. How could they not have?

“It turned me on. Riding down in that elevator, with no panties on. Knowing those guys had seen. It turned me on so much. So, when I got to the bar, when Tim finally told me he’d seen me taking a picture of my pussy, right there at the bar… I was so turned on. I told him. I told him my man had told me to take my panties off. That you wanted me to flash guys at the bar. So, he offered to take another pic for me and I flashed my boob at him… and like, half the bar. I bet so many guys saw.

“I was so turned on… and Tim was nice… so, I told him. I told him your fantasy… about me fucking another guy.”

“… and he decided to be that guy,” Dan concluded.

“No,” Jenn snapped, “I decided. You kept talking about your fantasy, illegal bahis siteleri and it became my fantasy. Tim was nice and he was flirty but even after I told… after I told him about the fantasy, he didn’t push. He hinted a lot, but he didn’t assume or insist. So, I decided. I invited back to my room.”

“… and fucked him,” Dan said.

“Yes,” Jenn answered confidently, “I did. I fucked him. I stripped for him and I sucked his cock. He has a really nice cock, Dan. He played with my tits and he ate my pussy and then… then he entered me and it felt so good. Oh god, Dan, it felt nasty and wicked and so very good. He fucked me and fucked me.”

“He was fucking you when I texted,” Dan repeated.

“He heard my phone. He stopped, to check it,” Jenn replied. “When he saw it was you… he just flipped me over, face down, and pushed back inside me. He told me I should answer. It really turned him on. He just went wild. I think he wanted me to call you, but I texted instead.”

There was another silence.

“It’s really hard to type,” Jenn added lamely. “When someone is fucking you that hard.”

Dan laughed. Suddenly, unexpected, he just started laughing. He just laughed and laughed. Slowly, Jenn started laughing too, until finally the two of them were just laughing uncontrollably over the phone. All the tension between them bled away.

“Are you… ok?” Jenn said as the laughter finally faded.

“Are you wearing panties?” Dan asked.

“What?!” Jenn replied, shocked. “Yes!”

“Well, take them off,” Dan demanded. “Right now, take ’em off. Sluts like you don’t wear panties.”

“Dan!” Jenn exclaimed, shocked by his use of the word ‘slut.’

“What, I’m a perv for wanting this,” Dan said firmly. “You’re a slut for doing it. In fact, I think no more underwear for you for the rest of the conference. No bra, no panties. Nothing.”

The hot feeling was back. Jenn’s whole body felt flushed, tingling with desire. She was shocked by how the idea thrilled her.

“Ok,” she replied at last.

“So,” Dan said. “Take ’em off.”

“Dan,” Jenn hissed, “I can’t… not right this second. I’m in the hotel lobby.”

“So, everyone in the lobby heard you yell about getting fucked,” Dan replied.

“God, I know,” Jenn groaned in embarrassment. “but I’m not taking off my panties for them. Wait a second.”

She looked around, spotted what she needed and began moving with purpose.

“Where are you?” Jenn asked, as she crossed the lobby.

“At home, in my office,” Dan replied. “Where are you going?”

“Ladies’ room, dummy,” Jenn replied.

“Men’s,” Dan said firmly.

“I can’t,” Jenn whispered, freezing in shock.

“Do it,” Dan insisted.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Jenn hissed into her phone.

She looked around, then moved quickly away from the lobby, down one of the side hallways. The restrooms to the side of the conference rooms were smaller, she remembered. She hoped they were less frequently used, and she was sure that fewer people would notice her slipping into this men’s room than the one just off the lobby.

She waited a moment, for a pair of convention goers to pass, then dashed through the door labeled Men’s. As she’d suspected, the room was small – a row of urinals, two stalls and a bank of sinks.

“Ok, perv, I’m in the men’s… but it’s empty so no one has seen me.”

“Yet, slut,” Dan chuckled.

Jenn walked toward the canlı bahis siteleri sinks, watching her reflection in the mirror above them. She looked at her neat blouse and skirt (had she really picked one that short?), at her flushed face and her heaving chest. Back in her hotel room, she’d looked in the mirror and seen a business woman, albeit one with an I-got-laid smirk. Now…

Setting her phone down on the sink, she reached back and undid her bra clasp. A quick wriggle and the white, lacy thing slid down her sleeve into her hand. In her reflection, she could see her nipples pressing against the fabric of her bra, could make out the difference in color if she looked closely.

“OK,” Jenn said. “They’re off.”

“Bra and panties?” Dan asked firmly.

“Shit,” Jenn snapped.

Firmly, she hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties off, setting them and her bra down on the counter beside the sink.

“There, you perv,” Jenn replied hotly, “but you’re out of luck because this isn’t a mini-skirt.”

Of course, her skirt was currently bunched up around her waist, leaving her ass and pussy completely exposed… but all she had to do was pull it down again to fix that. Her breasts heaved, rubbing her hard nipples against the soft fabric of her blouse.

“I bet your blouse looks nice too,” Dan grinned.

“Shit,” Jenn moaned. Unbidden, her hand slipped up to brush the sensitive tip of her breast.

“How wet are you?” Dan asked.

“Perv,” Jenn shot back, her fingers slipping inside her blouse to squeeze her nipple.

“Tell me,” he insisted.

Jenn’s other hand moved lower, sliding up her thigh to touch the folds of her naked pussy.

“Oh god, I’m soaked, OK,” Jenn replied. “I’m completely horny and you’re probably lucky there’s no one else in here.”

She paused a moment before asking, “How hard are you?”

“I’m so hard, honey,” Dan replied. “I can’t believe how hard all this has made me.”

“I can,” Jenn actually giggled, then groaned. Her fingers slipped between her wet folds, slowly rubbing herself while her other hand squeezed her tit.

“Are you touching yourself?” Dan asked, sounding shocked.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Jenn purred into the phone. “I’m here, in the Men’s restroom, with my skirt hiked up around my thighs, touching my dripping pussy. It feels good, Dan. It feels nasty and dirty and so good.”

“Just like last night,” Dan prompted.

“Oh yes,” Jenn moaned. “When he touched me, I just shivered. I knew it was what we’d talked about, but doing it… I felt like such a bad girl and that just made it better. Oh, Dan, when he put his cock in me, it was so… ahh… so good.”

“You dirty slut,” Dan groaned.

“Tell me you’re stroking it,” Jenn growled. “Tell me you’re holding that beautiful hard dick.”

“I am,” Dan replied.

“Say it,” Jenn demanded.

“I’m stroking my hard… uhh… hard… dick,” Dan groaned.

“You’re thinking about him fucking me, aren’t you,” Jenn panted. “About him inside me. His big cock… ahhh… so big… in my pussy. My wet little pussy, all stretched out around his… uhhh… big cock… as he fucked… fucked… oh god… fucked me.”

“Oh shit,” Dan moaned. “Oh honey…”

“That’s it, Dan,” Jenn panted, “cum for me. Cum… ahhh… cum with me.”

“Shit!” Dan roared through the phone.

“Oh God!” Jenn shrieked, her body spasming .

For a time, they both sat panting through the phone at each other.

“I can’t believe,” Jenn gasped out, “that I just rubbed one out in a Men’s hotel restroom.”

“Slut,” Dan teased. “Call me after your seminars are done.”

“Perv,” Jenn replied.

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The second of several parts of my story ‘Decorating her Dainties’. The reader is encouraged to read each part in sequence.

*

The very next morning when we were changing into our work gear, Sophia directed me to a paint-spattered retro canvas holdall with a tartan panel. She withdrew a transparent plastic bag which contained a bundle of nylon hose of all shades from nude through cinnamon to tan as well as black and white.

“They’re in here if you need them, you’ll probably need to cut some of them up,” Sophia suggested with a rye smile on her cheeky face and a durable glance looking to identify how I was responding to her permission to access her spent nylons.

“Cool Hun,” I replied as nonchalantly as I could as though a bag of her nylons meant little to me.

I imagined that I was lying naked on my back on my bed and she was standing above me with her large succulent tits with her proud nipples perched upon her broad circular swollen aureolas, two seductive stiff dark teats that begged to be nibbled and teethed. She was snipping here and there using a pair of huge paper shears, tethering me to the bedposts with lengths of clipped nylon pantyhose.

Once secured she would mount my face with the moist aromatic gusset of her transparent soft white lacy embroidered boy-short panties and twerk a touch until my mouth was buried in her sodden and fragrant panty covered labia. Then the snipping sound would continue as she readied my cock for a long, slow, agonising edging, binding aggressively the root of my shaft and separating my balls with her bespoke nylon ribbons.

“You’ll come if I say so you sordid little knicker-licker and not before,” I longed to hear her insist in a non-negotiable and triumphant manner.

“Pretty please mistress Sophia,” I whispered pathetically with my nose in her dripping chuff. It was then when someone shoved a cup of tea in my hand that the spell was broken and I found myself back in the makeshift mess/come changing room.

Decent weather that week provided me with an opportunity to put the final coat of paint on the front door. When everyone had disappeared for lunch I decided it was as safe a time as any to have a rummage through Sophia’s bag of discarded spent nylons as I had a decent excuse to do so. I emptied the frothy nylons onto the table and quickly gathered up a generous handful and held them to my face sniffing quietly for some girly aroma. The fragrance of fabric conditioner was overwhelming. It seemed she had washed the lot.

I examined every pair of pantyhose, checking the nature of the weave, the fineness of the yarn, the finish of the toe, the nature of the gusset and panty reinforcements and when I had chosen a suitable toe through which to strain my paint I snipped off one of the legs of a pair of rich tan pantyhose and then cut it into two equal lengths. I stretched the toe part over my paint kettle and put the other length in my pocket thinking that it would feel great knotted tightly around my ball bag at some opportune time.

“We wouldn’t want you to make your filthy man-mess too soon now would we,” I imagined Sophia’s voice would resonate whilst in my mind’s eye she would be busy knotting her clipped nylons mercilessly around my tender scrotum, pulling the bindings beyond the point where I winced and loudly whined in exquisite discomfort.

The nylon was extremely soft and pleasant to touch and I was particularly excited to discover that they were an expensive seamless, gussetless hose. I longed to see her oozing, swollen and dilated pussy petals squished up against the fine denier weave, her beaver with all its variegated shades, purest pink to dark maroon, sweltering behind pungent mushy nylon mesh. I longed to sample the complex of aromas held in her humid salty, sloppy package with my eager prodding tongue and draw her tangy viscous dew from her gash through the fine nylon yarn.

As I returned the rest of the feminine treasure to the bag I noticed something stuffed in one corner that I had missed. It fell out and bounced across the table. One of a pair was bundled up in the toe of the other. The texture of the grey nylon in my hand was perceptibly crisp, a texture that one identifies as copious dried perspiration and its associated mind-altering toe pheromone. Complex chemicals that have evolved precisely to dislocate male brain function and of which a single snort will cause a man to stutter and be heard to enunciate little other than a profoundly forlorn staccato grunt. I pulled a latex glove from the box and plunged my spoil inside it and put it into quarantine. I put the glove and its contents into my trouser pocket. My cock was painfully rigid and with trembling canlı bahis şirketleri knees and a parched mouth I put everything away and made myself a brew.

It took me some time to get my act together with the front door. The emotive encounter with her sexy frothy stuff had left me unable to concentrate. Sophia happened to be painting the hall ceiling nearby and each time I glanced at her I fantasised about the outcome where I to inform her,

“I’m going to sniff, huff and puff, lick and savour your divine majestic encrustations until I capitulate and my balls explode in delightful ecstasy and our dirty juices meet and melt in the nylon womb of your smelly, stinky nylon socks, you horny little bitch.”

I was loving having a naughty little secret, her well-worn crusty nylon socks in my pocket which were gently resting against my balls and precipitating a tear of adulation to moisten my underwear. I only wished I could be in a pair of her pilfered panties and that my knob-gob was soaking instead into those soft and silky girly scanties.

It seemed as though my cock was doing my thinking for me, informing me that If she hadn’t made the most of the opportunity to make me her submissive whining, whimpering panty slut and wretched nylon foot slave when I had been so utterly at her disposition that was her wrongdoing. That I’d been so sweet to her and she so shamelessly provocative and yet had not invited me for a steamy session of debauched fetishistic fragrant feminine frolic then she could hardly blame me if I took her matters into my own hands and made a clandestine mucky mess in her sequestered skimpy scanties. After all, it was her fault that my tortured, bothered ball-sacs were full and my cock-spout was dripping profusely, I’d made it especially for her. Every last drop.

I went to bed early that night anticipating a busy day to follow and knowing that my sordid ministrations with Sophia’s booty might occupy quite some time. I made myself some homely cocoa and smoked a nice spliff of marijuana prior to climbing naked under the covers. I reached into my trouser pocket for the latex glove containing the crusty ball of slate-grey coloured nylon. I opened the latex glove and a musty, sweet enchanting fragrance captivated my nostrils and made my head spin and my cock stiffen and reach up to the heavens.

“Sniff them you filthy worthless foot-boy, I can’t hear you sniffing you licentious lingerie junky, go on give them a good sniff, that’s better, sniff. Deep rhythmic sniffing now. That’s a good knicker-licker, nice big sniffs now, like the good little pitiful panty pervert that you are,” I imagined Sophia’s aggressive, demanding and uncompromising instructions delivered with the enigmatic tone of her seductive east-European accent.

I unfurled a pair of slate grey designer nylon ankle socks. These delicate little socks had a reinforced toe and reinforced heel and the delicate transparent nylon (I estimated the yarn to be seven deniers) was decorated with small black embroidered hearts. Girly scalloped stitching formed the cuff at the top of the sock and their design even included a little seam running from heel to cuff. Exclusively designed to make cocks throb and splatter spasmodic spermatozoa.

The reinforced toes were particularly stiff and crusty with fetid feminine exudations, so irresistible, and I laid one of the stinky, sweaty nylon toes on my arid tongue and began to thoroughly salivate and suck through the salty secretion. My turgid cock bobbed erratically above my stomach and my feverish balls tightened with each luscious musty extraction I slurped from the savoury nylon toe.

“Suck my stinky foot sweat you loser, pitiful toe boy, that’s it, good boy, what an obedient toe-slut,” I imagined Sophia’s words whispered in my ear between the invasions of her busy brutish tongue inside the aperture of my ear and the attention she gave to nibbling the pinna.

I imagined being naked apart from a pair of her delicate floral, lacy panties at half-mast around my knees on which I was supporting myself. Her firm legs clad in opaque black nylon hold-up stockings with deep lacy floral welts, the dainty embroidered fragrant front panel of her boy-shorts level with my face. I would be staring at her beautiful petite feet and well-turned ankles when I would feel her moist palm under my chin directing my gaze so that our eyes met before she harshly pinched my nostrils closed and aggressively stuffed the cute grey nylon designer socks into my gaping mouth. Her wriggling stocking toes would be toying incessantly beneath my balls and she would routinely cramp the swollen head of my tearful bloated cock with her toes against her warm and moist wrinkled canlı kaçak iddaa nylon sole.

The crusty nylon sock, refreshed by the moisture from my breath was tacky with filthy foot-goo and stuck to my lips and tongue. When I had thoroughly soaked the encrusted nylon with saliva, I sucked long and hard at the sodden infusion and was rewarded with a fix of heady fungal sugars that sent my shaft soaring. I spent some time extracting all the earthy syrup, paying particular attention to the reinforced toes and heel.

Finally, when the flavour became merely synthetic I slipped the sexy hose down the length of my elongated shaft and pulled the girly elastic cuff tight beyond my inflamed balls. It fitted like a glove, stretched taught with my cock head clearly visible within the reinforced toe. I remembered the cut leg of soft tan pantyhose I had secreted away at work and took it from my trouser pocket and knotted it tightly around my balls to secure the taught nylon sock condom. Now I was longing to be the victim of Sophia’s every humiliating whim, to be humbled and downtrodden at her odorous nylon feet and in my head, I could hear her sweet soothing voice mocking me,

“I love to see the angry and bloated purple head of your eager, silly, stiff shaft imprisoned behind my crusty feminine nylon toe reinforcement you slutty slave boy. And it’s all soggy with your spit. How does that feel to have that slimy toe stitching running through the watery eye of your throbbing knob end, sniffy boy? Well, answer me, you naughty nylon jerk-off junky.”

I would be speechless and Sophia my irresistible sperm siren would angrily demand a response as she tightly gripped and twisted my agonised tethered balls.

“Oh look at you, you’re already leaking cock tears and I have hardly begun to tease you yet.” I would only moan and whimper pathetically through the salty encrusted socks that I imagined she had stuffed into my hungry mouth. “I think it’s about to pop already she divulged, watching my twitching bell-end behind the neat toe stitching of her nylon sock.” Then she might whisper in my ear and refer to the tacky secretion that was inundating the soft cotton gusset of her own bedraggled dainties.

“It looks so cute all caught up in that sweaty nylon sock, oh my you naughty sad footboy you’re beginning to dribble again, don’t you dare come until I tell you to. Don’t you dare shoot your lot,” Sophia might insist.

I bunched the other crusty nylon ankle sock and holding the ornate girly cuff in my mouth I placed the stiff aromatic toe over my nose. I began to sniff deeply, I wrapped one hand around my nylon shrouded shaft and cupped my bloated ball sacs with the other. The potent pheromone therapy intensified the excruciating lustful animal craving and my aching knotted balls began to contract in preparation to render their copious creamy tribute for my dirty demanding mistress.

“You’ll have a stiffy in a jiffy if you take a big deep sniffy,” I imagined Sophia taunting me. “I want to hear you sniffing, now sniff if you want to come at all, that’s a good boy, come on I want to hear you sniffing. That’s it, a big deep sniff now footboy, a nice big deep sniff now,” I longed to hear Sophia demand.

I grasped my balls and pulled them away from my groin and when I was unable to bear my perverse sordid sexual torment anymore and was about to shoot my spunk I held my knob vertically and watched as my hot impatient jism began to pulse copiously throughout the entire nylon toe reinforcement just as though it were turbulent froth bubbling from the top of an agitated soda bottle.

“Now did I say you could come, naughty boy?” I imagined Sophia was scolding me. I fell asleep for the night.

I suffered post-orgasmic guilt disorder when I awoke the following morning and I became preoccupied with returning the spunky soiled nylon socks to their rightful place before they were missed. I was still wearing her sock on my cock but my dirty man-mess had dried during the night. The spunked up toe was now stuck to my bell-end and I had to peel it carefully away from my skin. I rolled crusty garment with the other of the pair the way I had found them and took them to work with me. As soon as I arrived at work and with much regret, I returned the crusty ball with it’s dual secretions to its rightful place.

The situation at work was encouraging, we were run ragged with all the snagging but the job was almost complete, all essential requirements had been met and any unfinished work could wait until the new year. The next day we would knock off for Xmas so a lunchtime finish and a pint were on the agenda.

It was Sophia’s last day and she would be working with her own client canlı kaçak bahis in the new year. All was going well until I managed to slit my thumb open with a sharp stripping knife. The remedy was always to get a big of bog paper and some masking tape and make a bandage but I met Sophia on my way to the work’s mess.

“Your time of the month is it Hen?” she said when she saw the blood streaming down my thumb. “How did you manage that? Come on I’ll help you sort it out, can’t leave you for a minute can I,” she joked.

Her midriff sparkled as a multitude of green and red LED’S illuminated in sequence.

“What the fuck are you wearing Hon,” I asked her.

It was clearly a saucy suspender belt above her overalls with fairy light adornments. It was a lacy black suspender belt with a little inverted pale pink panel and the obligatory delicate girly bow centered at the front. Sophia had a dusting brush, a clean paintbrush and latex gloves tucked inside the belt and attached to each of the four black suspender straps she had hung gleaming plastic Xmas baubles. I desperately wanted this playful seductress to play with me.

“Never seen a sussie belt before, what are you like? It’s Christmas mate,” she teased looking incredulously at me.

Hearing her enunciate that word ‘sussie’ and the pleasure it gave me to hear her mentioning her intimate feminine foundation made me wish that she had continued her oration, identifying an endless list of her sexy girly garments.

Her gentle ministrations as she cleaned my wound and the sweaty odour of her hot busied body made me delirious as I took in the details of her festive belt and began to imagine the sexy diaphanous stockings that she might hang from it.

I continued from ‘sussie’ where she had left off and as I watched her nurse my thumb I began to imagine her whispering in my ear,

“Spunk stained stockings, creamy encrusted corsets, sperm stained scanties, creamy coated thongs, gummed up ‘g’strings, pungent pilfered pantyhose, daily decorated dainties, knotted nylon knee-highs, bone soaked bras, girdle gags, tortured tangas, semen spattered slips, cotton sock condoms, pungent perused panties, sodden stinking ped socks, spunk splattered sandals and saliva coated stilettos.”

We sat opposite one another on upturned milk crates. With her concentrating on the task at hand I was able to study her face and watched as her tongue routinely escaped from her between her lips and I could not help imagining how it would be if her concentration had been directed toward teasing my bell-end. She would be prodding the weeping eye of my shaft and catching the rim of my glans with her busy little muscle.

Sophia was cross-legged and I was cross-eyed staring as she allowed her heel to dip from her pink croc whilst she was attending to my wound. She reached for a box of latex gloves and taking her shears from the pocket of her overall she snipped the thumb from a glove forming a home-made finger stall. She rolled this little latex condom over my thumb and secured it with masking tape while I watched her dipping croc fall from her toes and hit the floor with an enchanting penile stimulating thud.

“Let mommy kiss it better,” she cooed before planting a quick kiss on the tip of my latex dressed thumb.

I was happy to be in her debt as it allowed me the excuse to pick up her croc and return a favour with what might appear to be chivalry but principally served my own needs of addiction and perverse obsession. While proposing that one good turn deserved another I took the opportunity to support her warm, moist cotton covered heel in the palm of my hand as I guided her dainty little toes into her pink croc.

“Awwwright Cinders,” I commented hoping to further distract Sophia from my real motive of wanting to be her slavishly obedient panty posing foot slut. The comedy was the veil to conceal my real motivation for the liberty I was taking, having her sweaty cotton covered heel in the palm of my hand.

She didn’t hang about and left me sitting bewildered, breathless and with a parched mouth wondering if I should have told her that I’d also injured my knob. My horny nurse might farther deal with the arid state of my mouth and stick that little moist tongue as far as my tonsils would allow.

Her cotton ankle sock had left the faintest scent in the palm of my hand and I sampled it thereafter until it had completely disappeared. Flesh had turned to stone.

Later in a chaotic and rowdy pub, Sophia turned to me and shouted above the rowdiness that she’d see me when she collected her stuff in the New Year and then blew me a kiss. I raised my injured thumb cocooned in its little latex condom in a gesture of goodwill and watched her adorable sexy little arse as she pushed her way through the throng of revellers to the door.

Xmas happened.

(to be continued in part three when I gain access to Sophia’s fresh foot fragrance.)

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As the vacation trip wraps up the participants begin to think of the future. The flight back on MHC Airline has a much different vibe than the flight out.

The remainder of the day the group split up to explore different parts of the Vegas experience. They met for dinner at the Hard Rock Café and discussed plans for the evening. Rob and Janice planned to go to the Cirque du Soliel show ‘Mystere.’ Kendra and Clark chose the Cirque production of ‘O’. Lori and Hunter were going off the strip to a show that featured a lot of skin. Arnold and Gayle chose a different nude revue.

They arrived back at the hotel at different times and went to their rooms. Rob and Janice fell onto the bed with their clothes still on. He brushed some strands of brown hair from her face and kissed her. “I love you, Janice.”

“I love you, too. I wish I knew when my movie project will wrap up. It looks like another month or so.”

“I know. It’s hard to plan a wedding when you’re marrying a movie star.”

She laughed. “Hardly a star. I’m just a minor character.”

“You’re my movie star.”

He kissed her and rested a hand on a breast. “I love how you fit my hand.”

“No one has ever made me feel like you do when you touch me.”

He kissed her neck and throat, leaving his hand resting on her. She whispered in his ear “The only thing that would feel better than what you are doing now is if you were touching skin instead of clothes.”

“Is that so? Maybe we need to remedy that.”

Rob unbuttoned her blouse and dipped his head to kiss her abdomen and between her breasts. He slid the blouse off her shoulders and she rose up enough to shrug it off and toss it aside.

“What are you waiting for?”

“I’m trying to decide what to remove next. My cock says your bra, but my head tells me your slacks.”

He removed her shoes and slowly lowered her slacks, kissing the skin as it was exposed, all the way to her feet. He kissed back up her legs and noted “you’re panties are wet.”

“Damn right. Get on with it already.”

“All in due time. You must be properly prepared.”

Rob continued kissing up her body until he kissed her throat again. She grabbed at his shirt, but he stopped her and wagged a finger. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now.”

He rested both hands on her breasts and she eased up and reached around behind her. He grabbed her hands. “No, no. That’s for me to do.” His hands reached around and unclasped the bra, slowly drawing it off. He kissed around her neck and throat and down to the valley between her breasts. She twisted and turned for him to kiss them, but he kept between and around them.

At last a hand covered a bare breast. “So perfect, so beautiful.”

“Them or me?”

“Both. You are a perfect package. All of you.”

She grabbed his face and pulled his head to her to kiss him. He returned the kiss and she settled back onto the pillow while their tongues wrestled. A hand gently massaged a breast and rubbed over a nipple, hardening it. She drew her breath in sharply. He pulled his head back and looked into her smiling brown eyes.

At last he kissed all over a breast. The nipple, he kissed, licked and tugged with his lips.

As she sighed in contentment he kissed down to her navel and felt her breathing. He reached a hand down to the waistband of her underwear. Fingers slipped under the elastic and touched the dewy lips. Gradually he removed the last garment. She arched for him, but he reached a hand down her leg and trailed his fingers slowly up the inside of her thigh. When he reached the top she gasped and trembled in anticipation.

A finger explored and found the magnificent clit already fully erect and ready to be touched. His kisses moved down from her navel to the rectangle of hair on her mons. He inhaled her scent and lowered his kisses until they were at the outer lips. Her inner labia peeked out from their hiding place, and he kissed them as if they were a mouth, using his tongue.

Janice cried out in pleasure as his tongue explored deeper and deeper. With a final lick and tug with his lips he visited her clit and went up her body once more. This time when she twisted and turned his mouth hungrily took her breasts. A finger plunged into her and her abdomen clenched several times in a small orgasm.

This time when she grabbed his shirt he didn’t stop her. Two buttons popped off as she almost ripped the shirt off. Busy hands roamed his chest and back and she kissed him. She pulled his belt open and yanked down his zipper. He paused as she pushed down his pants. With only a glance at the bulge in his underwear she pulled them down, releasing his throbbing hardness.

With hands on either side of his face she looked him in the eyes. “I want you, Rob. I want you now.”

He smiled and laid her back on the pillow. With a few more kisses on her breasts and a final trip down to the garden of delights he had her begging. After kicking off the clothes bunched up on his legs he spread her with his fingers and stroked the length of her clit until güvenilir bahis she almost screamed. At last he lowered his body and entered her.

Janice immediately began thrusting her hips up and he matched her. He kissed a breast and then her neck. Both hands covered her breasts and she whimpered.

He possessed her. She possessed him. They were only mindful of each other.

She began to thrash and buck and he tried to stay coupled, although once he slipped out but entered again on the next up thrust. He felt the tightening and let loose with strong jets. She felt them and her body answered. Her abdomen clenched so tight she almost sat up. Her vagina pulsed around him, gripping.

Her legs went around him and her arms embraced him, her nails digging into his back. He kissed her hard and they moaned into each other’s mouth. When they were finished they stayed coupled, feeling closeness that was hard to describe. She felt the pulse beating in his penis and her own heart pounded.

Rob put an arm around her and rolled them onto their sides, holding the feeling as long as possible until he finally slipped out.

Janice ran her fingers through his damp hair and he brushed wet hair from her face. Wrapped up together they fell asleep.

Lori and Hunter found it difficult to keep their hands to themselves as they returned to the hotel. In the room they practically ripped each other’s clothes off and tumbled onto the bed. He bent to take a tiny breast into his mouth and massage the puffy nipple with his tongue.

She pushed him away and grabbed his erection, twisting her body so she could feast on it. Her long tongue stroked it inside her mouth and she pulled him out to wrap her tongue around it. He twisted around so he could nibble a nipple.

Nothing was said between them as animal lust overcame them. He spread her open and his tongue dove into her wetness, stroking and sucking until she whimpered. She pushed him off and straddled his legs. Lori grasped him with two hands and pumped. She rubbed him between her labia. At last she raised her body, aimed him and sat down hard, rocked and he pulled her down on him to suck her nipples.

Hunter rolled them over and thrust hard and fast. Her legs wrapped around him as she came. She cried out and whipped her head from side to side. As she finished she was aware that he was about to come.

Lori pushed on his shoulders. “Come on my tits. I want you to come on my tits.”

He thrust hard and fast. When he was at the point of no return he pulled out and scooted up onto her body. Her hands pushed his away and she grasped him, stroking and tugging until he burst a torrent onto her. She aimed him from one breast to the other and milked him until he was finished.

“Rub it in, Hunter. Rub it in while it’s still warm.”

“I love your tiny tits.” He put a hand over each breast and massaged the semen into her skin while she sighed with pleasure.

“Now lick them.”

He knew that she liked a tongue bath, and fell on her chest, sucking and licking. She ran her fingers through his hair and closed her eyes. “I love when you do that.”

He gradually kissed up to her neck and her lips and she played fingers lightly over his chest. They lay next to each other and she held his limp member. “Do you mind that when you lick me like that I’m covered with your own come?”

“I don’t think about that. I guess there is a residual taste, but I don’t mind it at all. I do it because you like it, and because you like it I do also.”

“Hmm. I think I’ll keep you around.”

“I think you have a perfect body.”

“Better than those showgirls? They seemed to get you hot.”

“I’m always comparing them to you. I noticed that none of them were comparable in size to Gayle, or even Kendra.”

“The big tit girls probably gravitate to the strip clubs. Hey! Want to go to one someday? I’ll buy you a lap dance. I’d love to watch your reaction.”

“How about I buy you one, too?

“You like to watch girls together, don’t you? Yeah, I’d like that.”

“You seemed taken with some of the girls in the show as well as the guys. I wonder if the bulges they sported were real.”

“I wondered that myself. But I think I like your bulge best of all.”

“Maybe I’ll keep you, too. You have a wild side I like.”

“Really? Maybe you’ll like this.” She straddled his legs and bent to take him in her mouth. “Let’s see if you have anything left. You seem to be hard again. Just relax.”

He laughed and shook his head in wonder, but put his hands behind his head and watched her. She kept her eyes on his as she licked and took him in deeper than she ever had before. In and out, lick and suck. Hand stroking and tongue stroking.

“Feeling anything yet?”

“Oh, yeah. I feel it all right. All soft and warm.”

She smiled and resumed. She held him in her mouth for longer periods, using her tongue.

“Oh, shit! You’ve got me ready to…”

Before Hunter could finish she straddled his hips and guided him in. She pumped and rocked. When she türkçe bahis felt him tighten she switched to pistoning up and down, faster and harder until he tipped his head back and groaned. She felt him fill her and reveled in the sensation of him pulsing inside her.

When he was finished he grabbed her hips and pulled her up on his chest. His tongue teased the labia and he sucked on her clit until she rocked on his face and came. He thrust his tongue into her to feel her contractions.

Lori toppled over and snuggled up to him. “I’m definitely keeping you.”

During the show Arnold put an arm around Gayle and played with a breast. She rested a hand on his leg and let her fingers dance over the bulge in his pants. The show they had chosen was explicit and surreptitious glances around the room noted that other couples were likewise engaged. At the table next to theirs a woman had her hand in her partner’s pants.

Arnold moved his hand from around her to slide it up under the dress she had worn. She smiled at his delight when he discovered she had gone commando. She repeatedly squeezed his bulge.

After the show they hurried back to the hotel room and stood facing each other, breathing heavily. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it fall. Her labia were already engorged from the stimulation during the show, and appeared like very pink flower petals. Flower petals after a rain, all bathed in moisture.

He removed his shirt and quickly shed his pants. They continued to face each other, she wearing only a bra and he only his underwear. She panted “Let’s…do…the last…of it…together.”

He stepped forward, reached around and unclasped her bra for her ample breasts to swing free. She pushed down his underwear, allowing his erection to spring free. They embraced and his penis slid between her thighs. She rubbed her thighs together and he lifted a breast to kiss a hardened nipple.

Arnold gently laid her back on the bed and stretched out beside her, massaging a breast.

Gayle asked “What did you think of the girls in the show?”

“Pretty, but their tits were way too small. I like to heft something substantial.”

“What if I wanted a breast reduction?”

“You wouldn’t dare!” He considered “But if it’s what you want I’d adjust.”

“Well, it’s not gonna happen, but it’s nice to know that you’re with me. You’re not with me just for some big tits.”

“I’m with you whatever you do.”

“I like when you heft them. I like what you do to them. I think I’ll keep them after all.”

“You were testing me, weren’t you? But I mean it. Your breasts attracted me, but even if you cut them off it’s you I want to be with.”

She placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him.

“You’re more than breasts, Gayle. I like everything about you. I like touching you all over. I like how you touch me.”

“Like this?” She grasped him in that way she had; a grasp different from any other girl he’d been with.

“Yeah, just like that. You know, even without actually having sex I think I could be happy with you just holding me like that.”

“B. S. You want the sex.”

“I never said I didn’t want it.”

“How do you like it? Like this?”

She straddled his hips, guided him in and bent forward so her breasts dangled over his face.

“Yeah, like that.” She bent further and he nestled his face between the two pillows, squeezing them together and all but smothering himself.

“You like to put your cock in there too, don’t you?”

“Uh huh. So many things do with these puppies.”

She dismounted and rolled off him, looking at him expectantly.

Arnold spread her legs and knelt between them, bending to kiss her ‘flower petals’. He took each one in and sucked on it, then sucked on them together and slid his tongue between them. She thrust her hips up at him and his grazed the trimmed hair.

With his tongue busy he reached up and massaged a breast. He grasped it and squeezed gently, noting how every time he shifted his grip it looked and felt different.

Gayle pulled him up for a kiss and sat up. He put his legs on either side of her body and moved up close, until his penis touched her vulva just below her golden triangle. He held a breast in two hands, lifting it and feeling the weight. With both hands he massaged it, and bent to kiss the soft flesh.

Gayle grasped him and aimed him as she wiggled forward until he lodged inside her. Not deep, but deep enough to feel it. She squeezed her vagina and he gripped her breast tighter, his lips encircling a nipple.

Arnold reached behind her back and pulled her hips toward him so he slid in deeper. Their bodies touched, chest to chest and she swayed from side to side. He sighed with pleasure at the sensation of her ample breasts rubbing across his chest.

Arnold laid back and pulled her with him until she laid on him with her breasts crushed against his chest. Gayle moved her body in a small circle so her breasts rolled around on his chest.

He rolled them over and güvenilir bahis siteleri began to thrust. She used two hands to grasp one of her breasts and hold it up for him. He bent to take the offered nipple and suckle. As he did he felt a gush of wetness and she moaned. His thrusting picked up speed and force and sucked on her nipple with greater intensity.

“More, Arnold! Do it more!”

He sucked a nipple completely into his mouth and used his tongue as he sucked. Her body began to thrash around on the bed and she whimpered and mewled. She thrust up hard against him and ground against him as her vagina began to pulse.

“Shit! I’m so close!”

Arnold thrust hard and fast until he exploded and filled her. He let go of her nipple and rubbed his face against the soft breast.

They rolled on their sides and he caressed her chest as she sighed. “Nobody but you knows what to do with me. What you do with my tits makes my orgasm so much more intense.”

“Mine, too.”

They were silent and she stared at the ceiling. When she turned her face to him she asked “Your apartment is really small. I have loads of room. When we get home will you move in with me?”

For a moment he was stunned. “Seriously? This is Vegas after all.”

“Seriously. You know, tomorrow on that plane back I think we should fuck until we can’t even walk.”

“Now, THAT’S something I can live with! Then back home we’ll see how we can make it work.”

Kendra and Clark ambled back to the hotel after the show, holding hands. In the room they embraced and held each other for several minutes.

They helped each other undress, still impressed by the show they saw.

He shook his head. “I don’t know how they do what they do under water without drowning.”

“I like water, but think I’d rather stay where I can breathe whenever I want.”

“Hmmmm.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Let’s make use of water ourselves.”

“As in…?”

“Shower. Didn’t the show make you want to play around in the water?”

Kendra laughed. “I love showers. Especially showering with a friend.”

Clark gave her a serious look. “Are we just friends?”

The question caught her off guard and she paused. “I’d like to think we’re more than that. It was just an expression.”

“How much more?”

Kendra blew out a deep breath. “I wasn’t prepared to have a serious discussion tonight, but I think, from my perspective, we’re a whole lot more than friends. Clark, I don’t know what you’re getting at, but I thought you knew how I felt about you.

“Yeah, well…I see Janice and Rob together and…I don’t know. It makes me think.”

Completely undressed he sat on a pile of clothes on a chair and pulled her onto his lap. She touched the tip of his nose with a finger. “About?”

“Do we have a future together?”

“I’d like to think so. You make me feel things no one else does. I’d like to explore those feelings some more.”

“Me too. Kendra, I feel something for you. I…I don’t know if it is real love, but it’s something I’ve never felt before.”

Kendra tilted her head. “Same here. The more we’re together the more I feel it.”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to say!”

“Good. We’re on the same page. Now, there’s another page I’m on this minute and I hope you are too.”

“What page is that?”

“This one.” She wiggled her bare bottom in his lap and felt his response. “Seems we’re on this page together right now.”

She twisted around and kissed him as he caressed a breast.

“That’s definitely an answer. Ready to try some water?”

Clark stood up and scooped her up in his muscular arms, carrying her to the bathroom. As the shower water warmed they kissed. With a grin he led her into the walk-in shower and closed the door. He backed her against a wall and pressed his body against hers. They kissed again and she reached up to disengage the handheld shower head.

Almost like children they shrieked and laughed as they took turns turning the shower on each other and themselves. She spread her legs and shot it up into her vulva. He sprayed her breasts and tried to tickle the nipples. She held it under his erection and teased it from below until it twitched.

The shower head was once more snapped back into place to pour water over them from above. He held a breast in one hand and laid his other hand flat over her sex. She ground against his hand and reached down to grasp him and pump.

Breathing hard, she leaped up with her arms around his neck. He supported her from underneath and they managed to get him inserted, laughing at the awkwardness of the situation. With her back against the wall she wrapped her legs around him. Clark began an easy rhythm and freed one hand to hold a breast and stroke the nipple with his thumb. She pulled herself tighter against him and matched his rhythm.

Stroke for stroke they slammed against each other with ever increasing speed and force. He pressed her tight against the wall as he spurted into her, grunting with each spurt. Before he finished Kendra ground harder against him and he felt her vagina pulse around him.

He slowly lowered her and she dropped her legs to the floor. They sagged down to the floor together with their lips locked.

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I love hearing the stories of how couples met. No matter how weird or mundane the story is there is always a hint of magic in it. Each story is a reminder of the magic of love. My favorite love story of all time is still the story of Rory and Amelia Pond… it is by far the most epic love story! He waited two thousand years for her. She gave him up to save him. Throughout all of time and space they found each other time and time again… the girl who waited and her centurion. However, for as much as my heart swells at that particular love story none compare to the story of how I met my one true love.

His name was Pierce. He was about 5’11” and thin and toned with unruly brown hair and eyes that changed color on an almost daily basis. Some days they were just a brilliant blue it was like looking into the sky. Other days they were dark and brooding. He had a few freckles across the bridge of his nose and a laugh that still gives me butterflies. He had the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. Four years of braces had paid off well! He had full lips for a white guy and every time he bit down on his bottom lip I melted. He had just a hint of a southern accent. He loved kids and was anxious to have his own family. He had all the qualities that I had ever wanted in a guy. He hates this word but I don’t care because to me he will always be PERFECT! Yes, I know he has flaws and I’m not blind to them but I love him all the more for them but there is no one in the world who is more perfect for me than he is.

I was 5’0” and at the time more on the thicker side than I am now. When we met I had just cut off my long illegal bahis hair in honor of a friend of mine who had cancer so it was shorter than I had ever had it before, looking a bit like Miley Cyrus’ super short haircut but mine was dyed black instead of platinum blonde. I had porcelain white skin with a scattering of freckles across my nose and shoulders and green eyes with a dark black outline around my iris. I had a cute little button nose and a very sing song voice.

I was twenty five at the time and he was eighteen. The age difference was never an issue for either of us. He was far more mature than you would think given his age. I was divorced and for the first time in my life I was living for myself. In an attempt to unload if you will, I had downloaded the Whisper app to my iPhone and I used it to free myself of my secrets. It was shortly after Christmas and I saw a post on the app from a person seeking a friend. I find making friends a little difficult because I am such a nerd so the friends that I do make are usually guys and when they decide they want more the friendship usually dies. For some reason I replied to the Whisper and before I knew it I was messaging this amazing person.

We had so much in common but you know how computers are… more often than not people are not who they say they are so I had my defenses up and knowing that nothing would ever transpire from our talks I opened up to him but I never expected what happened.

We messaged each other daily, sharing our joys and our hurts. We opened up to each other about our dreams and our fears. There was nothing that was off limits. illegal bahis siteleri I’m not sure when it started to change between us but before I knew what was happening we started to share our deepest sexual fantasies with each other, then pictures, and eventually even videos. Maybe it was the fact that we lived several states apart or maybe it was just that we were strangers but we were both able to tell each other things that we hadn’t been able to tell anyone else. Eventually we started to send pictures of us in our daily lives. We emailed, texted, snapchatted, and called each other so much I had to upgrade my cell phone plan because I kept going over my minutes. I wanted to see his face more than just on the occasional videos we made for each other so thanks to technology we began to FaceTime one another on a normal basis.

He introduced me into his life and his family and I opened up to him about all of mine… even the fact that I was the mother of a wonderful five year old daughter. The more we got to know about each other the more we liked one another. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Over time, even with the distance between us, we were closer to one another than we were to anyone in our day to day lives. We were the first person either of us texted when we woke up and the last person we talked to before we went to sleep. It got to the point that I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it and it hit me like a ton of bricks the day that I realized I was in love with Pierce.

I didn’t know what to do honestly. I didn’t want to tell him and risk loosing him so I kept it to canlı bahis siteleri myself and decided to be content just having him as a friend. I supported and encouraged him when he took his ASVAB for the Air Force and I waited anxiously to hear how MEPS went for him. He encouraged me in my pursuit of owning my own bakery and pushed me to become a better person.

One night our talk became intimately serious as we both admitted that neither of us had been able to be fully satisfied since we had started talking to each other, that our need for one another was so intense that nothing was doing more than just taking the edge off. He told me he had broken it off with his girlfriend because he wanted to see where things with me might go and then he told me he had something he wanted to tell me. When he said the words I had been wanting to tell him for so long my stomach was filled with butterflies, I blushed, and I smiled so wide I’m sure that NASA could have seen it from outer space! He told me he was in love with me and that he had been for awhile. Saying those words back to him was the most freeing and wonderful thing… I had wanted him to know for so long and finally telling him how I felt about him opened up a floodgate in me.

Shortly after he got back from MEPS we decided that we wanted to meet in person. We made plans to do just that. Unfortunately, life had other plans and our meeting was postponed by nearly six weeks but the day that we finally met each other face to face is a day I will never forget!

A friend of mine dropped me off at the airport and I swear time has never gone by so slowly! The flight took off at long last but then I had a two hour layover in Dallas that just about made me go crazy. I was so impatient to finally meet him face to face! I was excited and nervous and I knew that things would never be the same.

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This story is a continuation of a story about a group of 18 year old senior girls who take a yearly camping trip filled with female fun and nudity.

The next morning, Ally wakes up. She hears giggling outside the tent. She rubs the sleep from her eyes, throws on a tank top and pajama pants, then unzips the tent and looks out. Cloe and Mandy are huddled around a cellphone that Beth is holding. They appear to be watching something. Ally is in shock when she hears her moans coming from the cellphone.

Beth looks over at the tent and sees Ally. “Come over hear Ally. You need to see how hot you look in this video.”

Ally wonders how they had gotten a video tape of her. She remembers hearing a flash, but she doesn’t remember anyone video taping her. Ally hesitates, unsure she wants to see the video.

“Come on!” Cloe says, waving her hand toward the girls.

Ally climbs out of the tent where Molly is still sleeping. She stands up and slowly walks toward the three girls, looking at their faces in an attempt to read their motivations. She stands next to Mandy and watches in horror as the camera looks down on her and Molly making love to each other. The video looks like it is looking through mesh. The phone must have been placed on the open space on top of the tent.

She finds it awkward to watch her body move as Molly is pleasing her. Ally takes a step back and stops watching. She places her hands on her hips and turns away.

“God this is hot.” Beth says with a voice that sounds taunting.

“Why did you do that and what are you planning on doing with the video?” Ally asks.

“I will make sure she deletes it.” Mandy says, trying to comfort Ally.

Beth turns and looks at Ally. “I recorded it because I knew it would be so hot to watch you and Molly. I was right. Of course I will delete it…as soon as I get to watch you masturbate in real life.”

“What? Are you kidding me?” Ally says with disgust. “I thought Mandy said my initiation was over?”

Beth has an evil smirk on her face. “Oh, it is. I just want to see you masturbate. I canlı bahis şirketleri will delete the video as soon as I get to see your hot body moving in pleasure before me. If not, well then I am not sure what will come of this video.”

Imagining all of the horrible things that Beth would do with the video frightens Ally. If everyone at school saw the video, her life would be ruined. She would be the talk of the college. She could imagine all of the looks she would get from the students.

Molly climbs out of the tent. “Knock it off Beth!” she says with a stern voice.

“I agree.” Mandy says. “You are going too far.”

“I am having no part in this.” Cloe chimes in.

“My phone, my video, my rules.” Beth says.

“Let’s have an early morning show. I am anxious to see your perky nipples poking out and watch your finger dive into your delicious little cunny. I want to watch your hips thrust against your slick fingers.” Beth commands.

“No way. Eat dust.” Ally says.

“Fine. Have it your way. What will your boyfriend think of this video?” Beth asks.

“You are such a bitch!” Ally says. “I will do it. I am not ashamed of my body. It isn’t like you all haven’t seen me naked anyways. But, I want that video gone forever.”

Beth smirks, knowing she has gotten her way. Molly, Mandy and Cloe are whispering to each other. They are shocked by the whole situation; shocked by Beth’s demands and more shocked that Ally has agreed to give into the demand.

Cloe rushes to her tent and returns with a blanket. She lays it down on the ground in front of Ally. All the girls huddle in anticipation. They are like kids in a candy store. They all take a seat on the picnic table and face Ally.

Ally realizes that she is a little excited by the thought of the girls watching, yet nervous at the same time. She would never do this if it weren’t for the incriminating video Beth was holding over her. She slowly pulls her tank top off and begins massaging her breasts. She can feel her nipples get hard instantly.

The girls cheer her on. Mandy encourages her canlı kaçak iddaa by telling her how brave and beautiful she is. Ally lies down on the blanket and closes her eyes. She does her best to forget the girls are there and imagines herself all alone in her room. She starts to think about the night before and how good it felt to be touched by Molly.

Slowly, Ally slides her pajama pants off her hips, past her ankles. She slowly massages her outer labia with one hand and begins pinching her nipples with the other hand. She can feel her body beginning to respond to her own hands. A gust of wind hits her skin, sending tingles throughout her body.

It doesn’t take long for her hands to move inside her vagina. Her legs have spread wide open. Her finger dips inside her walls. She moans softly. Slowly, she slides a second finger inside herself.

The four girls watch closely, without saying a word. Their eyes are fixed on the action a few feet away. Mandy slides her hand down her own pants. She feels hew own wetness. Her fingers slide between the folds of her lips and massage her swelling clit. She does her best to hold back her own moan.

Ally reaches down and separates her folds with one hand while pushing her two fingers deep inside her dripping wet vagina. She did her best to block out the girls, but she cannot help but be turned on by the thought of them watching. She is afraid to open her eyes and look at the girls. Their eyes peering on her would freak her out. So she continues to pleasure herself with her eyes closed.

The middle finger of her left hand, which is holding her lips open, slides over her clitoral hood. Her hips jolt up in response to the strong spark of sensations now surrounding her clit. She moans louder this time. Her hips begin to move along with her fingers. She can feel and hear hear wetness growing.

Time after time she thrusts her two fingers deep inside while her other hand massages her clit. She cannot believe how hot her body is getting. She never imagined she would be so turned on by masturbating in front of other females.

Molly canlı kaçak bahis and Beth have joined Mandy and Ally in masturbating themselves. Their moans start to fill the air. Ally hears the moans. She lowers her head and opens her eyes for a split second before shutting them again. While open a fraction of a second, Ally sees Cloe watching intently with her hands folded on her lap. She also catches a glimpse of the other three girls watching her with their hands down their pants. The thought of them being excited pushes her to another level.

In her mind, Ally imagines Molly and Mandy stroking themselves. She slides her fingers out from inside herself and moves the wet fingers up and down her slit as she imagines they are doing inside their pants. Her hips thrust into the air.

“Ohhhhhhhhh.!” She exclaims.

Her slick fingers glide over her exposed clitoris. It takes only a minute before she is creaming the blanket. Her moans fill the air. With a few last thrusts deep inside her vagina, Ally feels her body overtaken by a strong orgasm. Her hips lock, suspended in the air while her fingers furiously thrust inside her walls. Waves of joy wash over her.

The other girl’s moans follow just behind her moans. Ally’s hips fall to the blanket. She opens her eyes and sees the girls hands moving very fast inside their pants. Their eyes are closed. She slowly stands up, grabs her clothes and jogs to the lake without the girls noticing she has gone. Ally jumps into the lake and cleans herself.

The cold water feels great on her skin. She slides her hands over her breasts and down to her vagina, washing the sweat and juices off her body. She moves onto her back and enjoys the warm morning sun on her stomach and chest as she floats on the water.

Ally feels her stomach rumble and she realizes she is hungry. She climbs out of the water and does her best to shake the water off her body. She strains her wet hair and then dresses and makes her way back up the hill to camp.

Molly runs over and gives Ally a huge hug. “I cannot believe you did that. That was phenomenal. You looked so hot. I was so turned on. I couldn’t help but play myself. Now let’s go make sure that video of us is deleted.”

Ally says,”Next year, Beth will be gone. I cannot wait for next year. We have a year to find a new recruit.”

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