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“Lick me.”I looked at the weird little man sitting next to me. He was maybe five feet tall and bald. His eyes were a bright shade of green and his ears slightly pointed. If I had actually believed such things existed, I might have taken him for a gnome or alien or something.“Lick you? Are you fucking serious? Why would I do that?” I shot back, giving bursa escort him a quizzical look.“I taste of fine peppermint,” the man proclaimed, his voice rather haughty.He wore dirty, tattered clothes and, to be honest, did not look especially appetizing.“I’ll pass, thank you.”“Oh, come on, have a taste. Just touch your tongue to my finger.”The bursa escort bayan little man held out a hand with the index finger extended. I swallowed hard, then gave the finger a lick. My mouth was suddenly ablaze with the most wondrous minty flavour I had ever tasted.“Holy fuck, you’re not kidding. You do taste like peppermint,” escort bursa I said in shock.Suddenly enraptured by the man, I leaned in and licked his cheek. The strong peppermint flavour seemed to be addictive.“Oh wow,” I moaned.The man grinned and started to unbutton his shirt.“Want more? Want my … peppermint stick?”“Please,” I pleaded.I really did want more. In fact, I craved that delicious taste and smell.The man’s shirt came off. Then he lowered his pants to release his hard cock. It was long and thin like a candy stick, almost comically long proportional to his size.

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My girlfriend Isa wanted to host a party. The only problem with her idea was that we lived in a small one-bedroom apartment in South Florida. Isa said the party would be small, maybe just a few other couples, but I remained resolute that our apartment simply didn’t have enough room. Plus, I knew there was no way the party would be small.A random Sunday came along and I was sitting on our living room couch watching football. Isa walked in from the bedroom wearing nothing but a tight-fitting tank top and knee-high socks. Allow me to pause to paint the picture of Isa’s ridiculous beauty. Do you know how some women just ooze sex? Raw sexuality was Isa’s unique gift. Everyone was instantly attracted to her because of it. More than once, I saw straight married women literally beside themselves with lust for my girlfriend. One could argue her desirability was because of her looks. Isa was five foot, two inches tall with dark red hair, plump lips, and striking blue eyes that seemed like they were lit by an ice-blue flame. She was soft, round, and voluptuous with D-cup titties and an ass that defied the laws of physics. Isa’s legs seemed long despite her height. Her feet and toes were tiny and she was always barefoot. Isa’s thighs were capable of making me beg like a dog that hadn’t eaten in weeks. Her best feature, in my opinion, was her plump little pussy, with labia made for sucking and a little clit that was always ready for its curtain call. So, yeah, Isa was hot but the reason she inspired animal lust in everyone she met was something almost mystical. Isa was literally a sex magnet if such a thing exists. When she walked into the living room, bottomless, she sauntered over to the sofa, straddled me, and shoved her pussy into my mouth. Isa knew that I was incapable of resisting her plump muff dumpling, so I eagerly went to work, sucking on her thick labia and treating that fleshy piece of art like I owned it. When I stuck out my tongue, Isa pressed her hips into my face and twerked like she was a backup dancer in a Nicki Manaj video. She cried out a series of expletives as she came on my face, her juices running down my neck and chest like clamdangle dam had been breached. Isa jumped on my cock, letting it slide all the way into her squish mitten. Then she remained totally still, flexing her muff muscles, using her pussy to massage my man-hammer.“Nick, you eat pussy better than anyone I’ve ever been with, girl or boy.”Skeptical, I responded, “Hmmm… I feel like you’re buttering me up for some reason.”“No, it’s true. I’ve never cum so fast from being eaten out. Your tongue is magic.”Isa began flexing her pussy muscles faster. She leaned in and whispered, “Nick, I really want to have a party. I promise it will be small.” She said it like a little girl pleading to go to Disneyland.Under her spell, all I could muster was, “This isn’t fair at all.”“It’s not fair that you won’t let me have a party. It will be fun!”Isa began wiggling her hips back and forth and continued, “If you let me throw my party, I will let you cum in my pussy.”“And if I don’t?”“Well, I guess I’ll just have to go back to bed.”Isa began grinding her hips against mine, pleading, “Don’t you want to cum in my pussy?”Later that day, I was helping my girlfriend pick out decorations at Party City.Two weeks later, we were making final preparations for the party mere minutes before the first guests were about to arrive. How it can take so long to decorate a one-bedroom apartment is beyond my comprehension. Isa was wearing a tiny black party dress with thigh-high stockings, which were my recommendation. Her long curly red hair spilled onto her bare shoulders and the toes on her tiny bare feet were painted blue. I thought Isa’s tits were going to spill out at any moment and I was finding it difficult to keep my eyes from following Isa’s ample cleavage. Just as we were setting out food trays there was a knock at the door. The first to arrive was Daisy, a friend of mine from high school, who was likely one of three people I would know at the party. Daisy was wearing a cute blue dress that highlighted her tall frame. For a while in high school, I had a crush on Daisy because, at just over six feet tall, she was the tallest girl I knew. Plus, she was toned and tan, with bursa escort a flat firm tummy that was always on display in gym class.Within minutes, a half dozen more people arrived, all friends of Isa’s. One was noticeably older than everyone else. Isa introduced her as Bonnie, the bartender where she worked. Bonnie was around thirty-three years old and dressed in a slutty outfit that was little more than a bikini and high heels. Her legs were outrageously, long, toned, and sexy, probably from working the bar, and she wasn’t afraid to show them off.Another partygoer of note was Macy, who was accompanied by her boyfriend Stuart. I’d met Macy once before at another party before I met Isa, so it was a surprise to see her again. Apparently, Isa and Macy were also coworkers. Seeing Macy was a welcome surprise because Macy was an elegant beauty dressed in a low-cut blouse that showed off what are undoubtedly the most magnificent sweater stuffers I’ve ever seen. Isa caught me staring at Macy’s cleavage and pinched my ass. An hour later, just as I predicted, the apartment was wall-to-wall with people. I didn’t know most of them but they all seemed cool and everyone was having a good time. Isa was in her own personal heaven, being the hostess that everyone fawned over. I caught at least two guys trying to peek under her skirt when she bent over, but who could blame them? I even caught Bonnie Bartender giving my girlfriend the eye but, as I said, Isa was a sex magnet.While Single Ladies was playing, someone passed around some party favors but I abstained because I was the co-host and I knew that Isa wouldn’t be able to resist. In other words, I wanted to make sure the cops didn’t get called, even though it was unlikely since our neighbor Dave was making out with a skinny brunette in the kitchen. The party remained fun and nobody got too out of control. One party girl decided to get totally naked on the dance floor but I was the only person that seemed to notice. There was also plenty of touching, kissing, and massaging. While passing out some bottles of water, I noticed Isa dancing close to Macy, whose boyfriend decided to leave early because he had to work the next day. I stopped to watch because the two of them running their hands all over each other’s bodies was something not to be missed. When Macy leaned in and kissed my girlfriend full on the lips, my cock immediately got harder than watching an Ariana Grande video without jerking off. Eventually, people started filtering out of the apartment. By four in the morning, there were only a handful of partygoers left, all sitting on our big sectional sofa, passing around a joint. I finished tidying up and sat down with the group. On my right was Isa, who immediately cuddled up next to me. To my left were Macy and Bonnie. Just across from me was my old crush Daisy and a girl named Tina, who neither Isa nor I had met before the party. Tina was celebrating her 19th birthday and was a bit messy in her pink party dress.It was obvious that everyone was still feeling good because they were taking turns massaging one another. I was lucky enough to get a neck and shoulder massage from my girlfriend immediately followed by a massage from Daisy while Bonnie massaged Isa. The conversation twisted and turned as everyone was quite talkative. At one point, someone started talking about oral sex, and Macy began sharing secrets about her boyfriend.“Stuart is a bit of a dud sometimes, but he is the world champion of eating pussy.”Isa, who was still getting a shoulder massage from Bonnie, felt compelled to chime in, “I take exception to that comment.”I knew what Isa was she was going to say before she said it. Pointing at me, she said, “Nick is the world champion of eating pussy. He makes me cum way quicker than anyone else ever has.”Even though I was a bit embarrassed, I was flattered. Suddenly, everyone was sharing their opinions about eating pussy. I merely listened, enjoying every minute of listening to four hot women discuss how they liked to have their flesh bagels devoured.For the most part, Daisy had been quiet, and she seemed a little embarrassed. Then she blurted out, “I’ve never been eaten out.”There was momentary stunned silence. Everyone just looked at this tall goddess bursa escort bayan with a perfectly toned body and wondered how it was possible that nobody had ever played their mouth organ inside her vaginal venue.Daisy continued, “Well… In all truth, it’s because I’ve never let anybody eat me out” She paused, glancing around nervously. “I’m embarrassed about my pussy.”Daisy went on to explain that she had a really big labia and was afraid to ask anyone to eat her out. Apparently, the first boy she had sex with said something about “baloney flaps,” and she took it personally.Isa said, “I’m sure your pussy is beautiful. Show it to us.”Daisy immediately looked in my direction, which made sense since I was the only male in the room. Isa said, “Don’t mind Nick, he’s seen pussy before.”Daisy, obviously not in her normal state of mind, immediately lifted her blue dress, spread her legs, and pulled her panties to the side. Everyone’s eyes immediately darted to her pink pleasure grotto. Daisy’s worries were entirely unfounded because her slobber pocket was a masterpiece. Her labia were undoubtedly in the top percentile for size, but the whole kitten to-doodle was perfect in every conceivable way. The sight of Daisy’s plush penis pouch made my imagination run wild. It was easy to visualize getting lost in the many folds and creases of her bodacious bajingo bounty. My mouth started to water at the mental image of dining on such a succulent feast.Isa turned to me with a smirk on her face and said, “What do you think Nick? You’re the only man here. Tell Daisy what you think of her vag.”Being a straightforward kind of guy, I said, “Well, obviously Isa’s pussy is my favorite pussy, but Daisy, any man that wouldn’t come to dinner between your legs and stay for dessert is a damn fool.”My comment caused everyone to laugh hysterically, even Daisy, who hadn’t bothered to pull her dress back down. In fact, she was looking down at her own pussy, perhaps fondly for the first time. Isa wasn’t done. She saw me staring at Daisy’s glory box and asked, “Would you eat it?”Everyone’s eyes, even Daisy’s, were pointed directly at me. I turned to Isa and said, “What? Do you mean right now?”I was joking (not joking) and everyone laughed again but the question seemed to hang in the air. Isa seemed to be thinking. She turned to Daisy and said, “What do you think Daisy? Did that make your pussy tingle?”Daisy giggled and closed her legs, darting her eyes between Isa and me. Macy chimed in with, “It did! I know that look!”Bonnie laughed and said, “If anyone’s getting their pussy eaten tonight, we should all get our pussy eaten.”Even Tina, who hadn’t said much, decided to raise her cup and say, “I’ll drink to that! It’s my birthday!”Isa raised one eyebrow, looked at me, and said, “I have an idea!”For a moment I thought she was going to tell me to lick Daisy’s bonanjo on the sofa, right in front of everyone. Which I would have totally done and been a better man for it. What my girlfriend actually said was far crazier.“Nick, you go into the bedroom and sit on the chair. I’m going to send everyone in one by one and you are going to eat their pussy…”Isa turned to Macy and continued, “… and if he makes you cum faster than your boyfriend, then we crown Nick the world champion pussy eater, but everyone still gets a vote.”Isa was very proud of herself. All of the girls just looked at each other for a few seconds, then they all turned to me. I glanced around at all of the girls one by one and shrugged in agreement. Bonnie Bartender broke the silence with a lift of her hand and a simple, “I’m in.”I was fully aware that everyone was pretty lit up but I also knew that Isa understood that there was nothing in the world I loved more than dining on a plateful of clamchops. If the girls didn’t get cold feet, there was no doubt in my mind I would see this endeavor through to its glorious conclusion. Win or lose, I could only win.When everyone nodded in agreement, I knew the game was afoot.Isa stood up and pulled me to my feet. Then she said to the girls, “Here are the rules – You go in, and you let Nick eat your pussy. Nothing else. No kissing and definitely no fucking. But you can touch each other. Nick, you can only use your mouth and fingers. No hands, escort bursa and definitely no cock. Does everyone understand the rules?”Everyone cheered in agreement, except Daisy, who shyly nodded. Her chest and neck were bright red, which immediately turned me on. As if I needed to be more turned on than I already was.Isa took me to the bedroom, lit a few candles, put on some tunes, and set me on the chair. Then she kissed me and said, “Thanks for the special evening, babe. Have fun. And don’t let me down.”The bartenderWhen Isa walked out of the room, she closed the door behind her. I could hear muffled voices in the living room but couldn’t make out what they were saying. There was quite a bit of giggling and then cheering. Moments later, Bartender Bonnie walked through the door. Bonnie was a no-nonsense kind of gal and the oldest woman I’d been with at the time but she was sexy in a pornstar kind of way. As she slid her bottoms off, Bonnie smiled and said, “Aren’t you the luckiest motherfucker on the planet? I haven’t had my pussy eaten in months but I know what I like and I’m not afraid to tell you. So you should get off to a good start, Nick.”Bonnie laid down on the bed, heels and skimpy top still on. She spread her legs apart, which was my cue to get busy.I’m seriously competitive and knew I would have to bring my PE-Game because getting every one of these fine ladies to the promised land could take a while. After getting comfortable between Bonnie’s legs, I took a moment to study her cunny and put together a menu. She was waxed with a little tuft of black hair above the hood. Her slit was neat and trimmed, with barely any labia visible. Her clit, which was larger than most, was already standing at attention. Probably all the massaging and making out, I thought to myself. Considering Bonnie’s style of dress and directness, her swollen clit seemed like the right place to start. I mean, everyone knows you don’t order a cosmo at your local dive bar.I wasn’t wrong. Without lifting her head, Bonnie said, “My clit is already on fire. Gently flick it with your tongue.”As I leaned in, the smell of Bonnie’s fun factory reminded me of Spencer’s Gifts in the mall. Using the tip of my tongue, I did as Bonnie commanded and gently tapped her swollen clit. “Good boy,” she purred. “Just like that.”In less than a minute, Bonnie was already thrusting her hips in response to the taps. Her long, toned legs on either side of my face were a sight to behold. I felt like an alcoholic finding out it’s Happy Hour.Bonnie propped herself up with some pillows so she could watch the show. She said, “I could tell you liked Daisy’s pussy but what do you think about mine?”“Perfect in every way,“ I said, “Like a high-end double malt scotch.” Bonnie’s body shuddered. She purred as I stared into her eyes, my tongue still tapping her clit. “Now suck on my clit… firmly.”With puckered lips, I pressed against Bonnie’s hard clit and sucked it like a lime after doing a shot of tequila. In response, she ran her fingers through my hair and let out a long, “Fuuuuuuuck!”When her hips started bucking erratically, I assumed that Bonnie truly was quick to orgasm. Bonnie flashed an evil grin and said, “You are such a handsome boy.”I answered, “And you have a beautiful pussy.”The words made Bonnie throw her head back and moan loud enough that I was sure the other girls could hear in the living room. Ready to close the deal, I said, “Is it okay if I stick my tongue inside you and fuck you with it?”“Yes!”Using two fingers, I spread Bonnie’s pussy open and stuck my tongue as far as it would go inside her hot pocket. With every thrust of my head, my nose tapped her clit. Bonnie started moving her hips in time to my tongue thrusts.Warm juices filled Bonnie’s cunt and spilled into my mouth. There was barely any taste – like a really good vodka. As her orgasm radiated from her pussy throughout the rest of her body, Bonnie lifted her legs bent at the knees, which allowed me to plunge my tongue even deeper into her mommy cave. My extra effort caused Bonnie to reach another crescendo.Watching Bonnie cum was hot as fuck. My cock felt like it was going to bust through my pants. It was obvious by the way that Bonnie was looking at me that she wanted to feel my trouser snake in her lady cave but I had plenty of work ahead of me and a promise to keep. Covered in glistening sweat, Bonnie sat up and said, “Fuck, Nick, I always cum fast but I don’t recall ever having back-to-back orgasms. You have my vote.”

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Monday’s long night with Clare made me realise that I needed to make more time for myself and I made a big decision, at least it was for me. That was not to sign on to play football for the new season. My thinking was this would free up my weekends as I needed that time to spend with both my girlfriends, though it was still uncertain that I could keep Sarah, and as for Clare, she had other interests outside me. I wanted and needed to maximise my chances with both girls as they were so much more important to me than playing sports.There was another decision I had to make and this one was a little more difficult. I needed to find a place to rent that was close to both where I worked and Sarah’s home. This would greatly reduce my travel time to not only work and Sarah’s, but also Clare’s, as her house was almost a direct drive down the motorway and not across country roads as it was from my parent’s place. With that in mind, I signed on with a house-letting agency though I vowed that it would only rent for a maximum of one year. My real intent was to purchase a house of my own but to do that I needed more time to save and get a good mortgage deal. I also wanted to find a partner, or maybe partners, to invest with me. Though I knew I was getting well ahead of myself as I was already thinking of both Clare and Sarah.There was also some good news on my finances. My parents, Paul and Katherine, who were against me renting, told me that my grandparents had left me and my two brothers a large sum of money, ten thousand pounds to each of us. But it came with one condition; it could only be used on the purchase of a house and nothing else. The extra money would certainly help, but I was still not in the position to make that commitment yet. I needed a little more time especially as I wanted to purchase a place with at least two bedrooms and that all-important garden.I had emphasised to my parents that I am only looking to rent for a year and it was too soon for me and Sarah to look for a place to buy. I was not yet eligible for a good mortgage and Sarah’s job was only a short-term fill-in until she knew what she wanted to do in the future.Clare remained my secret, maybe Sarah’s and my secret. I knew my parents would not take her presence well as they loved Sarah. She was like the daughter they never had and on top of that, though not religious, they were very conservative in their attitudes towards marriage and life in general. Having two official girlfriends was not a concept that would sit comfortably with them. On Tuesday I dropped into the local shop to get the negatives of the photos I took of Clare with the view to picking them up with Sarah on Friday. This is when we would be back in town to book our holiday together. I just hoped that Clare’s topless shots would go unnoticed and not end up pinned to the office wall.I also nipped into the travel agent’s and picked up two-holiday brochures which I took to Sarah’s that evening. I wanted her to choose our holiday, though I insisted that it got to be hotter than the United Kingdom, that bit was easy, and have a nice sandy beach with some nightlife nearby. We spent Tuesday evening together and had a meal with her mum and dad, Barbara and James. It was a lovely evening meal as an extended family chat, around the table, with no tension, it felt quite surreal as Sarah and I knew later were going to be talking about our future.It was later in the evening Sarah and I went out for a drive, to find someplace quiet, as we wanted privacy. I knew bursa escort that I was going to be asked about last night with Clare but I also wanted to be discrete. My thinking, if I started to tell Sarah about Clare, then she would assume that I told Clare about her. That would not be right or true.I also knew it was much more difficult for Sarah to accept Clare than for Clare to accept Sarah. After all, Sarah had been my girlfriend for nearly six months before Clare came into our lives.I had rather dumped Clare on her and then there was my cheating.Yes I had been a cheating asshole and yes I had been wrong to have done what I did in Majorca but I just hoped that Sarah could forgive me and accept Clare. Wild emotions had often pulsed through me, deep inside, in my core, but I always thought that there was a chance that Sarah would accept Clare and whisper it, even becomes friends. That was the alpha male in me.I had come to realise that Sarah was not delicate, it had been a phase in her life that I had helped her pull through and I now realised deep within her there was a steely core. She was not some innocent lamb being led to slaughter. She was much stronger than that. Something within me was telling me the true Sarah was not so much different to Clare, and that thought, truly excited me.It also gave me some concerns.It was with all those thoughts, and emotions, churning in me that we parked in a quiet hilltop car park that had a nice view across the forest. But I was only interested in Sarah. She looked so young and beautiful as I watched her sitting there. She wore tight denim jeans with a light blue jumper and had white trainers on her feet. As she looked out at the latish summer evening I knew she was going to ask me a leading question and I thought it might be best if I went first. I had been thinking of what to say, the truth was I had been thinking about this moment ever since I left Clare yesterday night.“I know you want to ask me about last night and my meeting with Clare. I know you think she is your rival and that it is unfair and not right. That I am your boyfriend and she came along and I should not have slept with her or even ask you to accept her and of course, you are completely right.”I paused, I had been speaking in a gentle, soft voice though my stomach had churned with every word. What can you say when you have done wrong to someone you love, but you are not sorry?I knew as my mouth opened that the next few words might end up being the most important of my life. I took my time as I softly spoke, every word carefully chosen.“I want you to know that I do love you, Sarah. You are my girlfriend and I want us to stay together.”I wasn’t sure if I was being arrogant, but I knew it would be entirely my fault if Sarah dumped me, which was something I dearly did not want to happen. I was trying hard to keep our relationship and also have Clare, and I hoped the history that Sarah and I had together, in the bank, would help me.I asked myself, was that me being the alpha male or just a fool? I didn’t know, but when I asked my heart, I knew I wanted them both!Sarah looked at me; I could see tears forming in her eyes before she looked away. She did not say anything. I wanted to reach out and cuddle her, to tell her I was sorry but I knew I needed to say the truth. I wanted both Sarah and Clare.“You know I love you,” I said to her again.Sarah glanced at me. Her blue eyes were now puffy and red, “I love you, Sarah, though Clare is special to me too.” I saw Sarah’s eyes flicker bursa escort bayan and flare, before returning to their natural blue.I was expecting a backlash from Sarah at the mention of Clare’s name but as was her way, she said nothing and that was even worse. She needed to talk to me but I had hope and belief from what Sarah had said before. That she would let me see Clare. So I carried on, gently talking and hoping I could save our relationship and get Sarah to open up to me. Spill out what she was now thinking and more importantly, what she wanted for our future; that is if we had a future.“I know that is wrong but I need to be honest with you. We need to talk about ourselves. Our future, but I also want you to meet Clare.”It was getting a little heavy sat in the car. I needed air and I wanted to put my hands around Sarah. Hold her close, but I could not in the confines of my car.So I suggested…“Let’s go for a walk and talk, we need to talk.” I emphasised the “we.” We got out of the car, still in silence. I briefly looked down the hill at the view before me. It seemed strangely dark, flat, and lifeless. I thought of us, the calm before the storm.I held Sarah’s hand, she did not reject me. There was still hope. She had hinted as much last week, and we walked hand in hand along a quiet path that ran around the hilltop, towards the setting sun. We were quiet and reflective, only stopping occasionally to take in the new view and then we came to a wooden bench and we stopped in front of it.I wrapped my arms around Sarah, my beautiful Sarah, and I cuddled her, feeling her body’s warmth. As we stood there, our arms around each other I could feel Sarah beginning to melt. I could feel she still loved me, but I could only hope she still wanted me.Hopefully, I was winning her over, even though I knew I was being a complete jerk, and I was wrong.I was asking Sarah, my long-term girlfriend to accept that her boyfriend could have another girlfriend, Clare. The simple truth was I wanted to have two girlfriends.I didn’t want to give either up, I rather risk losing one or even both!“You know that I love you,” Sarah suddenly whispered. It was the first time she had spoken since we left her parents place and more importantly, used the L-word with me. Sarah’s words were more of a statement than a question, but they were the words I so desperately wanted to hear. I pulled her close.She then added, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”I looked down into her red watery eyes and whispered back.“I know you do,” and with those tender words, we both melted further into each other’s arms, neither wanting to be the first to break our loving cuddle. After a few minutes, I suggested we sit and talk a little, and that we both needed to talk. We cuddled up together on the wooden bench, but no words were spoken. We just took in the scenic view.The minutes crept by as we sat there on the hilltop, our bodies pulled close looking at the view that stretched across the large forest below us and towards Clare’s house which lay well beyond the horizon. To those passing by, we looked like a young couple in love, taking the last hour of the setting sun.Sarah looked at me and said, “Tell me about Clare, I feel I need to know something about her, especially if I going to meet her.”Those words made my heart leap; there was a glimmer of real hope.I knew I had to be careful when I answered Sarah so I took my time and I carried on holding her hand. The extra touch was helping me in understanding her thoughts and it was linking escort bursa us; I so much needed us to stay physically connected. I needed my Sarah.“Clare lives with her family on the edge of the big city, about twenty-five miles from where we sit now. She is like you, eighteen, and the oldest, though she has three siblings, a sister and two brothers, the youngest the same age as Gary.”“Just like you Sarah, Clare is very beautiful though dark-haired.” Sarah squeezed my hand which I took as a positive message, so I carried on.“When we were together yesterday she asked me to take a photo of her so that I can show it to you. She also wants to meet you when you are ready.”As I said this I knew I was stretching the truth a little, though Clare had hinted that she wanted to meet Sarah at some point.“Does she know about me?” Sarah asked.“Only that you are my long-term girlfriend and that you are very beautiful and most importantly, that I love you,” Sarah remained neutral, so I bravely added.“Clare also said that I should not give you up for her. She is happy that you are my girlfriend, that I am shared between the two of you. She wants to be your friend. She doesn’t see herself as your rival.”After I had finished talking, we just sat there in silence, hand in hand, looking into the tree-topped distance. My thoughts were staying with me as I waited for Sarah to say something, anything.Again I knew I had been stretching the truth a little with what I had just said but it was true that Clare was happy that I already had a girlfriend, though she had hardly asked me anything about Sarah, preferring to wait until they met. The truth was Clare had other distractions and she was comfortable with how things were. She didn’t need or perhaps even want a steady boyfriend. It was more me wanting her!Clare certainly was not ready to go straight into another monogamish long-term relationship, but she also knew that she would need to leave Alan soon if she was going to, and hopefully commit more to me. For now, he was just a convenient sex toy that offered a warm, cheap, safe place she could stay overnight; Clare’s safety net.We sat there in silence. I was letting Sarah take in what I had just said. It was important that she did and understood but my mind was drifting to an area where I needed to tread just as carefully. It was our future sex life; I needed to bring that topic into this already potentially explosive conversation.The truth was it was not only her looks that greatly attracted me to Clare, it was also her demeanour, the way she dressed and acted. She was somewhat slutty but I liked that about her.When you are twenty-two you do think a lot about sex and in truth, when I thought deeply about it, Clare and Sarah seemed behind the surface, behind Sarah’s protective shell, very similar in their character makeup. Like me, they both greatly enjoyed sex but the similarity stopped once you got past that cardinal fact.Clare is a sensual girl with lots of layers to her. At eighteen, she has already had many partners and has regularly cheated on her unknowing boyfriend. She has already sexually experimented, most of which, but not all, I now believed that I knew about. As for those unknown dalliances, I was sure with time, I would hear about them. We just seemed to have that natural connection. Clare and I think very similarly when it comes to sex. We like risky sex, and female exhibitionism. I just had my first experience with a voyeur and in the future, l thought we would be doing a lot of experimenting which could even possibly, involve others.The only big difference between me and Clare, and which I only found out for certain yesterday, is that Clare is very bisexual and that is something I certainly wasn’t. 

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We were standing at the airline counter, redeeming our tickets to New York. The clerk was going through his list of canned questions, looking up only to snatch glimpses of the Grand Canyon–the 16 inches of Millie’s creamy-white cleavage (I measured it while she giggled). She was wearing a shockingly short microskirt and an incredibly low-cut T-shirt top, with a stretchy sling bra that offered very little support for her swaying, wobbling football tits. Actually, they’re bigger than footballs. But never mind that now. Anyway, he was surreptitiously ogling my wife’s huge knockers, at which I took no offense–what non-gay male wouldn’t ogle her?–and asking us his routine questions. “Have your bags been out of your sight at any time this morning?” “No,” I said. “Are you carrying any explosives, fireworks, dangerous chemicals, or other prohibited items?””No.””Do you have big t–uh, a projected return date?””One week from today.” Millie and I exchanged smirks. “Reason for your ti–uh, trip?”Millie leaned forward–the clerk did not look at her face–and said excitedly, “I’m going to New York to pose naked for CURVY magazine!”The clerk looked at her face then, his eyes wide. “Jesus Christ,” he said. “I’ll buy it!” Then he blinked and said, “I’m sorry. Please don’t tell anyone I said that.” We both laughed. As we walked toward the gate, I leaned over and whispered, “Next time just say ‘business,’ baby.”She just giggled.The plane ride was routine, except for the number of men who kept finding reasons to walk by our row of seats. There were three seats in our row, and the poor old bastard that was sitting on the other side of Millie was sweating and fidgeting before our plane ever left the ground. Her breast kept brushing his arm, and I noticed that instead of pulling it in to give her room, he actually moved it toward her a fraction. He finally moved to lean against the window so he was partially facing Millie, and pretended to read a book. He didn’t turn a page for the whole flight. His boner was visible even through his baggy, pleated pants. I’d guess he was about 80, but the plumbing obviously still worked. On the other hand, if all women looked like my Millie, the Viagra people would go broke. After the plane landed and people were getting up and retrieving their carry-on bags from the overhead bins, the guy just sat there and frankly stared as Millie reached up over him to get ours. She handed them to me–then leaned over him and asked in a breathy, insinuating voice, “Did you enjoy the flight?” Her tits were dangling about a foot from his face. “Y-yes, I did,” he stammered in his old, cracked voice.” “Very much.” She smiled, leaned in, and kissed him full on the mouth–and gave his hard-on a long squeeze as she did it. “Bye,” she said as we turned to go. “B-b-b-bye,” he said after her. His face was a mask of total shock, and he was shivering a little. “Damn, baby,” I said as we walked down the aisle, “I hope the paramedics are ready. I think you gave that old guy a heart attack.””No, I didn’t. He just came, that’s all.” She looked back at me and smirked. “Oh.” I watched her generous ass roll and jiggle beneath her short skirt as we went on, and I wasn’t the only one. I was smiling, and I guess I looked pretty smug. It didn’t matter, though. No one on the plane was looking at me. We took a cab to the CURVY offices from the hotel, and the cabbie–a swarthy Middle Eastern type, big surprise–spent more time looking in his rearview mirror than at the road. I don’t think it was adjusted to look at the traffic behind us, either. As we got out of the cab, I counted out the fare and was adding another five. “What’s that for?” asked Millie. “You always tip cab drivers,” I said. She knew that. “Oh. Well, let me do it.” She handed me her big purse. I knew what was coming, and I stood back to watch. Millie leaned into the cab and said, “You want a good tip?” The cabbie nodded, his eyes suspicious. He had probably heard “Don’t sleep on the subway” and such “tips” many times. “How about two good tips?” asked Millie, and to the cabbie’s shock–and that of several passersby–she pulled up her top and bra and flashed him. She shook her bare, massive milkers in his face for a second, then quickly covered herself. “How’s that?” she asked as she adjusted her bra. “Lady, dose are da best tips I ever got!” He must have been in New York a long time. His accent was pure Brooklyn, not Pakistani. He looked at me. “Keep da money, mister,” he said. “Dis ride was on da house!” he rolled his eyes skyward. “God is great,” he said as he put the cab in gear and pulled away. I handed her purse back. “I thought you wanted me to make you do things,” I said. “You seem to be having a lot of fun on your own.”She shrugged, and some guy walked into a light pole. “It would be more fun if you were giving me orders,” she admitted. “But I’m enjoying myself anyway. We’re in New York, and I thought ankara travesti I’d let myself go a little. Is it okay?” “A little?” I looked back at the guy picking himself up off the sidewalk. He was still staring at my wife. “It’s okay with me, Big Tits, but I think you’re going to be keeping the doctors busy while you’re in town.” She giggled. I love that giggle. “Besides, you haven’t made me do anything.””Okay,” I said. “Take off your underwear.”She goggled at me. “Now?” she said. “Right here?””Do it.”She hesitated a moment. The street wasn’t crowded, but it was a long way from empty. Looking around with that expression I knew meant fear, embarrassment and pussy-gushing excitement all at once, Millie handed me her purse again–then abruptly pulled up her short skirt, exposing her pink thong panties, and skinned them down her plump, pale thighs. I don’t think she could quite have been arrested–her skirt came back down with her panties and her pussy was never exposed–but it would have been close. At least a half-dozen men, and even a few women, stopped dead in their tracks to watch. Millie handed her panties to me in a wadded-up ball, and I put them in my pocket. “The bra too,” I said. Standing right there on the sidewalk, in full view of her appreciative audience, she pulled one arm inside her sleeveless top and unfastened her bra. She slipped the strap down that arm, then slid her arm out again and reached around to deftly yank her bra from the other armhole. As she handed it to me, there was a small round of applause from around us. Millie, her face pink, gave the watchers an ironic curtsey. Her enormous tits, now quivering entirely free under her low-cut, stretchy top, swayed seductively. Her softball nipples and long, erect tips were clearly visible, probably from across the street. A car rear-ended a tour bus as we stood there. The gaping tourists in the windows of the bus didn’t seem to notice. “Shit, let’s get inside, Millie. You’re going to cause a traffic jam.” We were standing directly in front of the building where CURVY magazine was located. She grinned and we walked in. The CURVY offices were on the thirty-fifth floor. As we rode up in the elevator, Millie gave my ass a squeeze and whispered, “Thanks. I needed that. It’s more fun when you order me.”Jesus, I thought. I could tell her to strip naked in Times Square and do Jumping Jacks and she’d do it. I shook off the dizziness; it was getting to be a regular thing.The CURVY offices were nice, but hardly palatial. The walls were decorated with pictures of beautiful, chubby women–clothed, though not modestly–and there were a couple of sofas with coffee tables in front of them. Copies of the magazine were piled on the tables. Beats the hell out of the dentist’s waiting room, I thought. We walked–or in Millie’s case, jiggled–up to the receptionist’s desk. The young woman behind it, no lightweight herself, looked up and her eyes widened. “You must be Millie Wilson,” she said. “Uh-huh. We have a ten o’clock?””They’ve been waiting since eight. Right this way.” We followed her swaying hips down a short hallway, where she knocked at a closed door. “Come,” said a masculine voice, and Millie giggled. “I bet I will,” she whispered as the receptionist opened the door. “Millie Wilson is here,” the girl said. She favored me with a grin and a wink and returned to her post. We went in. It was a surprisingly small office, and the man behind the desk was already standing. When Millie walked in, his eyes sprang open and he said, “Holy cow! …Er, no offense.” Millie laughed. “Mooo,” she giggled. “Wanna milk me?””Hey, that’s MY job,” I put in.The guy just gaped at us. He was maybe fifty, a little overweight, but still had all his hair–that, or a really high-quality rug. He finally recovered and put out a hand with a slightly disconcerted smile. “Uh, hi, uh, I’m Frank DeMarco,” he said. “You’re Millie, and you are…?” he looked at me inquiringly.”The luckiest guy on the planet,” I said. “I’m her husband, Jeff Wilson.” He looked at Millie, then back at me. “You’ll get no argument from me, Mr. Wilson,” he said with an envious shake of his head. “Can I call you Jeff? Have a seat, both of you.” “Jeff is fine,” I said. “Let me see the contract.” “Right down to business, huh?” he said. “Here you go.” He handed me a folder that had been lying on the desk. “Yeah, well, my wife is in a hurry to take off her clothes and get in front of a camera.” Millie blushed and, of course, giggled. “Oh, it’ll be a while before we’re ready for that. Our hair and makeup people get a turn with her first.” He looked at her and smiled. “Though I don’t know how they can improve on what I’m seeing.” “Thank you,” murmured Millie, oddly shy now. I was reading the contract. Every word of it. DeMarco knew better than to hurry me, and he chatted with Millie as I read. “You know about the interview?” he asked. “Oh, yes. That’ll ankara travestileri be fun. They’ll ask me a lot of sexy stuff, right?” She was glowing with anticipation. “Sure. How far will you go? Do you want us to write some of it for you? Our readers like it pretty raw,” he said with a surprising air of apology. Millie smiled at him with a deceptively innocent air. “Oh, no. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” Then she grinned wickedly. “The nastier the better,” she said. I noticed he kept glancing downward. The little tease–well, okay, BIG tease–had let her tiny skirt ride up and was showing off her pale, fleshy legs–plus giving him a partial peek at her shaved, pantyless crotch. The sexy, minimal sandals on her pretty feet weren’t helping matters. “You can make up things yourself if you like,” he said. She smiled. “I won’t have to.” I was halfway through the contract, which was three pages long on legal-sized paper. “I see a problem here,” I said. All business again, DeMarco said, “What’s that, Jeff? It’s all pretty standard.” “Well, my wife isn’t, as you may have noticed… It’s the part about the videos and DVDs.””Videos?” said Millie. “I get to do videos?” Her eyes sparkled. “Says here she gets a flat fee,” I said. “That’s no good. She gets 15% of the gross receipts, or no videos.” DeMarco looked at me for a long moment. Then he looked at Millie. “Done,” he said. “We’ll just charge more for “em. They’ll still sell like hotcakes. Let me see that.” I handed him the contract. He crossed out a paragraph and made some notes in the margin, then handed it back. “Do we need to initial that?” I asked. “No. I’ll have it retyped before you leave and we’ll use that one. Is that all?””Dunno. Haven’t finished reading it.” I resumed my perusal, and DeMarco turned back to Millie. “Do you think you’d like to do some videos?” he asked. Millie was bright-eyed, pink-cheeked, and excited. “Oh, yes! What kind? What would I do in them?” His eyes slid over to me for a second. “Anything you want,” he said. “Some of our girls do hardcore, but you don’t have to.” He glanced at me again. I said nothing; I knew what her answer would be. But I was wrong. “Hardcore? What’s that?” she asked innocently.He told her, and she shook her head rapidly, finally shocked. “No, no,” she said. “No way. That’s only for my husband.” “Maybe WITH your husband…?” said DeMarco.This time I was shocked. That had never occurred to me. Millie and I looked at each other. She seemed as unsure as I was. “We’ll talk about it,” I said, “and we’ll get back to you. No promises.” “Fair enough,” he said, and turned back to Millie. “We’d like some nice softcore, for a start,” he said. “Posing, showering, maybe exercising or dancing, that sort of thing.” “I can’t wait,” she said. “Ooo! This is going to be fun!””How about–er–feeling yourself up, or working with a dildo?” “I brought my own,” said Millie brightly. “Wanna see one?” Before he could answer, she pulled one from her purse. It was her favorite–about a foot and a half long, as big around as a flashlight, and studded with marble-sized bumps. Demarco, the veteran, was speechless. He finally just nodded. “Got another problem,” I said. “What?” he said, his eyes still on the dildo. “First-time payment only. No good. I want another payment, at least half the original amount, every time you run any of her pictures.” He finally looked at me. “But that’s–” He stopped and looked back at Millie. “Okay,” he said abruptly, and held out his hand. He crossed more out, made more notes, and handed it back. “Jeff, I want you to know, I’ve never made these concessions for any other model.” I looked at Millie, and so did he. She looked back at us innocently, still holding up her big, bumpy dildo. Her big eyes were wide. “What?” she said. DeMarco and I looked at each other, and he gave me a wry smile. “Anything else?” he said archly. “I think that’s about it,” I said. “Do you want us to use her real name?” he asked. “I’d advise against it.” “Ask her,” I said. He turned to Millie, who said, “What’s wrong with my name?””It’s not that, sweetheart,” I said. “You just don’t want creeps to find out where you live or call you or stuff.””Oh.” She blinked. “I never thought of that.” She thought for a second. “How about using my real first name, and making up a fake last name?””That’s what a lot of the girls do,” said DeMarco. He looked at her appraisingly. “Say, I have an idea,” he said. “I was just thinking, something Irish; it goes with your beautiful pale complexion and your pink cheeks. How would you like to be a redhead?” Millie blinked, then smiled. “That would be fun,” she said. “Okay, then. If we’re agreed on the terms…?” He looked at me. “Good to go,” I said. “Great. Let’s get you to hair and makeup.” We all stood up. Millie was all but dancing with excitement. “I presume you’ll want to be there through the whole process?” he asked, addressing me. travesti ankara “Up to my wife,” I said. Millie gave me a sweetly mischievous smile. “For everything but the photo session,” she said. “I want to surprise you when the magazine comes out.” As we walked down the hall, Millie asked, “Can I do the video today, too?” DeMarco shook his head with a glance at Millie’s wobbling, swinging tits. “Not today, honey,” he said–followed by a quick glance at me. I shrugged. “Honey” was okay, but nobody gets to call her “Big Tits” but me. “You’re going to be tired,” he said. “You’ll be surprised how much work a good photo shoot is. You guys are in town for the week, right?” It was a Friday.”Yup,” I said. “How about Monday for the video, then?” Millie was disappointed that she couldn’t do it that day, but she shrugged. “Okay,” she said. We went into the prep room. Two technicians were there, a man and a woman. Millie was handed a terry robe and told to strip. “Do you want me to leave the room?” asked Demarco. Millie already had her top off. “What for?” she said. “You’re going to see my pictures, aren’t you?” As she pulled her skirt down and stepped out of her sandals, all three of their mouths fell open. Millie stood proudly naked and smiled at us. “Jesus H. Particular Christ,” said DeMarco. “Mother of God,” said the woman. The other guy’s plucked eyebrows shot up. “Oh, my,” he said, flapping a limp hand at his face. “Suddenly I understand why most men are straight. You are a goddess, girl.” “I’ll, uh, be in my office,” said DeMarco. He looked shaken and stirred. “Call me when her hair is done and you’re ready to do the makeup consult, Sheila.” Millie wrapped herself in the robe, and the woman went to work on her hair. I sat in the corner and read some back issues of CURVY, trying to stay with the articles and interviews. My dick was hard enough already. A little later, I was standing behind her as she looked in the mirror. Millie as a redhead was enchanting. “I like it,” I said. “I really like it.” “I do too, Jeff! Doesn’t it look natural?” And it did. No phony fire-engine red here; her hair was a a vivid carrot-orange, but subdued by being mixed with blonde and light brown. It looked like she had been born with it, and it did go perfectly with her skin tone. Millie’s short hair had been fluffed out as if it had a bit of curl to it, and she looked as Irish as County Clare. “Very, very nice work,” I said to Sheila, a middle-aged, motherly type with graying hair in 60s-style braids. “Thanks,” she said with a small smile. “Excuse me.” She more or less elbowed me out of her way, and began looking at Millie’s face critically. She keyed a number on her cell phone, said “We’re ready, Frank,” and a moment later DeMarco came in for the consultation. He began eyeing her face, too. The other guy was just sitting there, watching. “Well, we definitely want to go with the fresh, natural look,” he said. “Maybe down the road we can try out the slutty hooker thing, but not this time. What can you do, Sheila? Doesn’t look like she needs much help to me. ” The woman stepped in and looked at Millie’s face even more closely. Millie sat patiently, looking straight ahead as ordered. Finally, the woman stepped back. “Nothing, Frank,” she said. “A little light eyeliner and mascara, a touch of lipstick, and that’s all she needs. Perfect skin, like new ivory. Not a blemish on her. She doesn’t need blusher–she has roses in her cheeks all the time, and she blushes a lot anyway.” Right on cue, Millie did, eliciting friendly laughter. “Look, she even has dimples,” said the woman as Millie smiled and showed them. “She has a little hint of a double chin,” Sheila went on, “but that comes with the curves, and that’s the way we like ’em, right? This girl–Millie?” Millie nodded. “Millie has the most perfect face you’ve ever brought me. If all your models looked like this, I could phone in this job.” Millie was blushing furiously, of course. “Okay,” said DeMarco. “Do your thing with the eyeliner and whatever. Shouldn’t take long. Alex, you’re up. Lose the robe, Millie.” The woman waited as Millie shrugged out of her robe. She then sat naked as the woman went to work on her eyes. Alex, the gay guy, came forward with a slightly disdainful air and began to examine Millie’s body–from inches away. He started with her arms. He inspected her carefully from shoulders to fingertips, and then he knelt down to peer at her legs, moving methodically from her pink toes to her fleshy thighs. He and the woman moved automatically to stay out of each other’s way; it was clearly a dance they had done many times before. He stood back to wait as Sheila finished Millie’s minimal makeup, then said, “Stand up, sweetie. Lift your arms. High above your head. Good.” Millie stood, and Alex began examining the rest of her, close up with a bright handheld light. “What’s this about?” I asked Demarco after a few minutes. Alex had finished giving Millie’s ass the spotlight treatment, and was now examining her tits. I wasn’t feeling particularly jealous, just curious. It would have been hard to be jealous of Alex anyway, even if I was wired like that.

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As I walked the distance between our two houses, the implications of what I’d just done struck me like a bolt of shame-filled, slutty lightning. John and I had discussed sexual fantasies before, but it was usually him talking about all the nasty, dirty things he wanted me to do, or have done to him. I was much too embarrassed to voice any of my real fantasies. John was big into sexual humiliation and, without even really thinking about it, I just went with it.Now, after masturbating more in the past twenty-four hours than I probably had in my entire life, I not only treated him like the bad boy in need of punishment that he so desperately craved, but I was proudly strutting across the highway to show my neighbor her soiled panties with my husband’s love-cream saturating them. I’d only known her for a couple of days, but I was already mired in her deviant world of sexual debauchery. She was infectious, contagious, and I felt the warm glow of confidence vibrating throughout my core.I’d left Christy and her dreamboat of a husband, Glen, by the fire less than an hour ago. For some reason, I needed her approval, thinking that if she approved, I could continue on the path I’d chosen without remorse, guilt, or slut-shaming. As I struggled with the incredible idiocy of what I was doing, I rounded the bend in their driveway, bringing their spacious backyard into view.She was topless, grunting and growling like a Valkyrie, a sword in her hand. Glen was also armed, defending himself against her, a huge, roguish smile on his lips.“Unggh,” she grunted under the exertion as she swung at him. “You want her, don’t you?” He parried and riposted. “I saw you staring at her perfect tits. You, aargh, mmph, want to fuck her, don’t you?”I watched, finding the entire scene somehow erotic. At first, I somehow thought that they were actually fighting, but it quickly became evident that they were just fooling around.“She isn’t into me,” he said. A flurry of blows, clangs, and clunks followed as he launched a dizzying display that resulted in her losing the grip on her weapon. It spiraled off to the side, landing near the fire. “She’s just being nice.”Christy bursa escort laughed at him, smiling. “You need to show me that move. Look, honey, as a woman, I can honestly say that women don’t stare at you with longing, hang on your every word, and lovingly gaze at that mutant monster you call a cock because they’re being nice.”She retrieved her fallen sword, smiling at me as she noticed me. “Let’s ask her, then, since she’s standing right there,” she pointed, “and nervous about something.”I just stared at her in dismay, a very slight nod reflexively betraying my innermost thoughts. “I… I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “I just did something I’ve never done before and wanted your advice…and…well…maybe approval.”Glen chuckled and thrust his sword into the ground, bending forward as I desperately tried to not stare at his perfect butt, and poured me a fresh glass of liquid. “Mead?” he offered.I took it and chugged down a good bit of it. It was sweet and tasty, unlike anything I’d drank, before.“So, what’s on your mind?” Christy inquired. I chugged the rest of the honeyed alcohol, nodding as Glen refilled my cup. His bare chest was slightly shimmery with sweat. It made me want him. I wondered what was wrong with me; even his sweat made me horny for him.I launched into what I’d just done with John, holding up the sticky, ruined panties as proof of my slutty debauchery. During the entire conversation, my eyes darted back and forth between her amazing, bare breasts and her sexy husband. Although I’d just orgasmed, I felt the need for more welling up inside me. Maybe it was the mountain air or something; I was quickly becoming just as horny as my neighbor.As I finished, she drew near and plopped herself on Glen’s lap, her beautiful breasts less than an inch away from his mouth. Pulling his face to her chest, she moaned as he sucked on her nipple, then turned to me. “I’m so proud of you. Way to go, asserting yourself like that and fulfilling his fantasies. But why are you here and not at your house getting pounded into oblivion?”“But he just shot his spunk all over your panties,” I held them up. “He’s done for the night.Glen laughed; Christy wagged her bursa escort bayan finger at me. “Nonsense,” she said. “You just gave him what he fantasized over, without him begging. I guarantee you that he’s primed and ready for more.”“Yep,” Glen chuckled. “Take my moon and stars, here.” He cupped her breast as she moaned in response, her hips humping over that massive bulge in his pants. “No matter what she says or does, she drives me wild,” he paused and gave me an extremely horny, devilish look, “as do you.”Fuck, I melted.I stood. “If you’re wrong, I’ll be right back here.” I trudged away, smiling at their good-natured laughter.“See?” I heard Christy tell him. “I told you she wants you. She has Glen Fever.“Sprinting back home, I’d barely made it to the foot of the stairs before I heard my husband. The quiet of the countryside seemingly amplified his impassioned moans and rhetoric.“Oh yeah, I’m a bad boy. Punish me for wanting to fuck that sexy piece of ass next door. Make me cum in her panties. You’re such a fucking hot mistress, Lyn. You make me hard. Beat me; treat me like the worm I am.”Like a stealthy ninja, I ascended, tiptoeing to the bedroom door. Opening it slowly, I saw my husband laying back on the bed, a pair of my panties wrapped around his erect penis.“So you do want to fuck her, you little pervert. Am I not enough for you?” My tone was authoritative and stern.He bolted upright, a gasp escaping his mouth, cutting off his stream of self-debasement and moans. “Honey, I, I thought you were out walking. I’m so sorry, I just…”“Quiet, maggot,” I snapped. “You will only speak when spoken to, do you understand?”“Yes, Lyn.”“Who?” I stomped my foot. “Yes, who?”“Yes, ma’am.”“You will call me ‘Mistress’ from here on out.” He nodded. “I didn’t give you permission to stop stroking that little cock of yours.”“Yes, Mistress,” John said, smiling broadly.“Now, since you still haven’t learned your lesson…”I paused and stripped out of my shorts. He watched me, stroking his actually-decent penis, as I pulled Christy’s cum-soaked panties over my pussy.“You will lick me to orgasm through the redheaded slut’s panties while stroking your little escort bursa wiener. Is that clear?”“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”I straddled his face and lowered my dripping cunt to his face. “Now lick me good, and try to find my clit this time, you pathetic little maggot. Keep stroking that cock, but, if you cum before I say you can, I’ll beat you with your own belt and make you wear it to work tomorrow.”My husband’s entire body shook as he eagerly sought to obey me. His tongue was hot and supple, with extra sensations added to his oral efforts due to the coldness of his cum and the material of the panties.“I just talked with Christy,” I confessed. “I showed her what mess you made of her panties. She said that I can keep them to reward you with if you behave and obey me.”“I love you.” His voice was muffled by my pussy humping his lips.Without hesitation, I reached back and flicked his testicles with my fingernails, laughing at his whimper. “No talking unless I speak to you directly. Now, suck my clit and make me cum.”He remained quiet, this time.“You’re right, you do need punishing.” I ground my pussy into his face, enjoying the feeling of the fabric sliding over my pussy lips as he did his best to lick my clit. “I’ll tell you what, you can fuck her, but only after I have.”He groaned and shuddered beneath me.“You’d better not fucking cum, you worthless worm. If you shoot your load before I permit you, you’ll be in for discipline that I guarantee you’ll hate.”Although I wanted to draw it out, his excitement gave his oral skills the extra something they needed. “Ah, yes, keep licking. That’s it, right there. Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum. Aaah, fuck, yes.”I came so hard that I could feel my pulsating pussy muscles shooting my cum out of my hole and onto the panties. Contraction after contraction washed over me, possessing me. I collapsed forward, grabbing the headboard, and humping his face with wild abandon.“You did adequately, slave.” I couldn’t help but giggle a bit. “Now, for your reward.”I tore off my neighbor’s panties and wrapped them around his shaft once more. Stroking him up and down vigorously, I plunged my mouth over the head of his cock, sucking on it and swirling my tongue over the meat as I bobbed my head up and down as far as I could. Since he’d already had one orgasm, he lasted longer; almost three entire minutes this time.

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They started early to miss the worst of the traffic, it was a warm and sunny day, so the top was down, music loud and pulsing, she was thinking because they had to go to bed early the night before, that she needed a little something to help the journey go faster.     They had always enjoyed al fresco sex as it added to their sense of adventure, and when he was away on business it added to their nightly phone sex sessions.   Looking over at him a smile played across her lips and wondered if she dared! she started massaging his thigh, kneading as she worked her way to his lap, he looked over and smiled and she could see the spark of excitement in his eyes, reaching across she undoes his zip, his cock thickening but bursa escort not yet erect, ” I dare you” he says, turning in her seat she pulls his cock free curling her fingers around the shaft, she begins to massage him, increasing the pressure as she strokes, her thumb grazing over the head, a truck goes by and the driver looks down and gives a loud hoot and a thumbs up sign, they both laugh, she continues to stroke him watching his cock grow, she says “shall I” he nods his voice a whisper “please” leaning over she lightly licks over the head feeling him jerk as she makes contact, slipping her lips over the head swirling her tongue in the ridge, another truck goes by giving a hoot on his horn, sliding down his shaft so he bursa escort bayan is engulfed in her hot mouth, she begins sucking him in earnest, moaning onto his cock as her mouth and tongue work their magic, drooling over his glorious cock plunging up and down over and over using her teeth to rake along the shaft, feeling the veins thicken against her tongue, he puts his hand on the back of head pushing her down over his cock his arousal and need peaking.   They realise that the truckers are slowing down as they drive past various car horns and cheers ringing in their ears, purring on his cock as she continues her assault, his pre cum trickling down her throat, her head bobbing up and down over his cock, her fingers escort bursa quickly feeling his balls, they are heavy and swollen full of cum just for her, his cock filing her greedy mouth, tongue lashing over it like hot blades of fire, as his cock hits the back of her throat, she is relentless her mouth plunging over and over she can hear him moaning over the sounds of the engine, he starts to twitch and she tightens her hot mouth over his cock, her cheeks sucked in holding him, he bucks his hips she feels the vibration up the length of his cock as he explodes shooting his cum into her mouth which she swallows greedily, just using her thumb and forefinger up and down his shaft milking that sweet cum into her waiting mouth she takes his length once again, her mouth hot and delicious over his cock as he shoots the last gobs of cum, her thirst unquenchable as she milks every drop he has, she collapses back in her seat licking her lips.

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“I want to fuck you now “, he whispered in her ear as he pressed her into the wall with his body. “Here?” she giggled as she ran her nails up the sides of his stomach. Instead of answering her he spun her around and pressed her up against the wall, holding both her hands above her head with one of his. He pressed his straining bulge against her ass cheeks, which were covered with a thin silky skirt. They were on the beach, it was dusk and not as crowded as usual but every couple minutes people passed them on their evening stroll. “What if we get caught?” she breathed as he rubbed his bulge against her. “So?” he grunted, istanbul travesti “you know it would only make you wetter”. She knew he was right, she could feel how wet she was already. A couple passed a few feet away from them and lingered for a few seconds watching them, she moaned audibly and pressed back into him, the couple quickly moved away and she just knew where they were headed. The hand that was not holding hers snaked around her and dipped in between her thighs, under her skirt. Even through her panties his fingers were immediately soaked. “Oh fuck”, he grunted as he felt her juices covering istanbul travestileri his fingers He gripped the crotch of her panties and literally ripped them off. “I am going to fuck you like the slut you are”, he grunted. They heard a group of boys in their late teens approaching, laughing and joking among themselves. The boys came into sight just as he was unzipping his pants and letting them drop. She saw one of the boys noticing what he was doing to her and nudging his friends, just as he was lifting her skirt up the boys turned to look. She could see they were all boys and guessed, while they were travesti istanbul older, they were probably all virgins. “Fuck me”, she moaned so loud this time the boys heard her. “Oh you are such a whore”, he laughed as he positioned his cock at the entrance of her wet bare pussy. The boys watched as he entered her, she saw that they were spell bound. Again she moaned loudly with pleasure, his cock was so big and she felt it filling her and pushing her pussy open. He didn’t notice anything around them, he didn’t even care, all he could think of was how tight and wet her slit was, to him it felt like second skin. “Damn man, this is better than porn”, she heard one of the boys say to his friend. The thought of herself as a porn star turned her on even more than before and he felt her incredibly tight pussy clench and then release more juices that flowed down his balls and thighs.

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Written By Poppet:For LushStories ONLY!Unseen Events I’m standing here in a dark room, or I think its dark, I can’t tell because I’m wearing a blind fold. It smells like we’re in a basement of sorts, I’m not sure. I’m fully naked except the heels I wore when I showed up. My arms are chained above me and my legs are spread far apart. I know I have nothing to worry about because I came with my Master. He said he had a surprise for me. Of course me being who I am and wanting to do everything to please him I did as he asked. It’s cold and can feel the goose bumps on my skin, my nipples are hard as rocks and I can’t help wonder what Jax has in mind for me. Let me explain a bit about us before we go further. Jax is my Master and has been for about 5 years now. We’re both 28 and have known each other since college. Jax is a very strong minded forceful what he says goes type person, and I love that. He is 6’3”, he is 168 pounds. He has jet black hair with soft brown eyes. He keeps himself fit and prides himself on his looks, though he isn’t self centered. He’s a clean cut guy, no piercings no tattoos. He has a goatee but else where he is completely shaved. I’m Kinsey, and I have dark brown hair that goes midway down my back, I have green blue eyes. I’m 5’5” and come in at about 115 pounds. I also don’t have any tattoos or piercings. Master requires me to be completely shaved at all times, which is fine by me. I think body hair is gross. I’ve always done what Master wants of me, he’s never pushed the hard limits with me, not that I have many. He told me he wanted to try something new, something I would never even dream of doing. Of course this got me excited because I want to know what he has in mind. I know it’ll be amazing. It’s Friday night and we’ve come to this building off the city limits. It was a bit out of the way. When we got to the drive way he had me put on a blind fold and has taken it from there. We went down steps which is what leads me to believe we’re in a basement. He has stripped me, chained me up and has been silent since. I keep my senses on high alert waiting for something to happen; I can feel how excited I’m getting at the thought of what’s going to happen. The room seems to be getting colder and my teeth start to chatter. I let out a soft whimper because of how cold I’m starting to get and hear Jak’s chuckle not too far from me. “Are we getting cold, my beautiful pet?” “Yes, Sir I am. I apologize I don’t mean to shiver so much.” “No need to apologize, I know its cold down here. Are you ready to get started?” “Yes, Sir I am. I’m always ready and willing for you.” “You’re such a good little girl for me.” “Thank you, Sir.” I hear him come closer to me. He runs his fingers down the sides of my rib cage making me shiver again; a soft moan escapes my lips. He pulls me closer to him, his face buries between my breasts kissing them lightly. He works towards my left nipple and suckles it into his mouth. He sucks on it softly at first working up to an extreme pain but caresses the right nipple with his palm so the mix between pleasure and pain teases me. I can’t help but coo and moan out for bursa escort him. I feel like my nipples are rock hard and piercing with pain when he steps away for a moment. He comes back and clamps them with what feels like the sharpest nipple clamps I’ve ever felt. I cry out and nearly turn away from the pain but I know better than to do so. He places a small clamp on my clit that feels like my clit has nearly been bitten off and it makes me all the more horny. “I’m going to make you my good little slut. You’re such a good girl for me, Kinsey.” “Thank you, Sir. I’m honored.” “That’s a good girl.” He takes one of our new toys and places it around my head, slipping the ball into my mouth. He loves when I wear a gag ball for him. He moves behind me and slaps my ass a nice good swat. He tells me he is going to flog my ass until it’s a nice cherry red and I let out a muffled gasp excited. He waits for a long moment before he begins; once he does he isn’t easy. He flogs my ass with each strike I cry out a sharp hard moan, feeling my pussy drip harder with juices. Once he is satisfied with the coloring of my ass he rubs it. It’s so tender it makes me flinch and he chuckles again. He comes back around to face me, my blind fold on and only using my other senses I shiver feeling the warmth of him. He pulls at my clamps which bite harder on my nipples. I can feel how taunt and tender he’s making them. He begins to lower me until I’m on my knees. I can feel now that the floor has a rug but it’s not soft. It’s rough like a cheap rug. He starts to undress; I can hear the sound of his belt coming undone, his fly unzipping. He removes his pants and shirt. Now or at least I think he is, as naked as I am. He runs a finger over my jaw line with his thumb until it reaches my mouth, he slips it in and I begin to suck on it softly, just like I would his cock. He lets out a soft moan; I can’t do anything other than suck. My wrists are still bound above me. He allows me to suck on his thumb for a few minutes before pulling it away and runs the head of his cock against my lips. I take his cock and suck on him deep into my mouth, my tongue working on its own accord. His gaze is delving deep into mine, I can feel it. I suck gingerly on him. I pull him out of my mouth for a long moment as I lick my lips than slide him back into my mouth. I begin to suck on him as if it’s the most natural thing in the world for me. I have skilled my ways of how to suck him. My tongue coils around his shaft, the head of his cock deep in my throat. I can feel his fingers tangled up in my hair as he begins to rock his hips forward. Our motion syncs up perfectly while he bucks, I suck faster. I can taste his pre-cum form in the back of my throat. I want to touch more of him; I tug at my wrists almost forgetting there bound. I let out a low moan while sucking; I can feel his cock throb on my tongue. I lose myself in the whole thing; I love getting lost and allowing my mind to think of nothing other than pleasing Master. My mouth is working on him fast and hungry just like a good slut does when I feel a sudden sensation not only over come my bursa escort bayan nipples but my clit. It’s a sharp hard zapping buzz feeling that makes me cry out hard. I’ve never felt the sharpness of this before and it takes my breath away. Master begins to fuck my mouth harder now, forcing his cock into my throat. I can hear him groan out loving the affect that his new toys caused me. It’s not a constant feeling; they come in spurts and drive me over the edge. I of course know better not to orgasm but I’m not sure how well I’ll handle it with this new pleasure. I focus on sucking on Master’s cock while he fucks me faster now. I can feel the vein in his cock is pulsing deeply on my tongue, I caress it teasing him. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and yanks me back up to my feet. I’m lifted so high I’m on my tippy toes. I struggle to stand not really able to touch the floor. He goes behind me and starts to flog my ass again, this time the sharp buzzing is more intense, stronger, and faster. I can’t hold back, I cry out moans of desire for him. “Master, I, I need to cum, please may I cum?” “No, you can’t slut. Not until I say.” “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Please Master, I’m going to cum, I can’t hold it back!!” “You better hold it back, you whore.” “Yes Master, I’ll try.” “That’s a good girl.” He finally stops flogging me, the buzzing stops and I’m able to relax. The orgasm that had built up to almost no return subsides and slinks away for a later time. My body trembles with the pleasure he causes me and the cold that I still feel. He comes back around and kisses my lips lightly, tugging at my clamps on my nipples. I can tell their raw and sore. He removes on and sucks on it hard, his hand skims down my body and begins to play with my clit. He plays with it even with the clamp on. He pulls and tugs on it, flicking it through his fingers. His soft tongue is caressing my nipple while holding it between his teeth. He is moving his jaw back and forth with a bit of a grind, his tongue flicks over the tip of my nipple. He knows how sensitive my nipples are, even more after being clamped. My body starts to tremble a known sign that I’m about to orgasm and I fight the best I can not to, I cry out knowing it’s coming back he doesn’t let up on me. I buck myself towards him and without the control I thought I have start to orgasm. I feel my whole body tense up. He stops immediately from what he was doing and growls deep in my ear. I feel my body tremble with fear but still feeling myself orgasm that is to strong not to stop on its own accord even without his touch. I let out soft gasps of whimpers and can feel the embarrassment shoot up my body. I can feel my skin burn red, I know I messed up and he’ll not be happy. I feel the orgasm pass and stumble out my words before he can even speak. “I’m sorry Master, I’m so, so sorry. I tried to stop it. I, I couldn’t help it. I tried, honest.” I whimper out. “You didn’t even ask, slut. You came without asking, you didn’t even try!” He snarls out his words. “I did, I warned you before. I, I just couldn’t hold this one back, it just happen.” “You didn’t try escort bursa very hard, did you?!” I feel the burn of tears linger at my eye lids and feel myself slump but only for a moment. It makes Master angry when I don’t stand proper. I try the best I can know I am tied up. I look towards where I think his voice is coming from and let out a soft sigh. “No, Sir. I could have tried harder to tell you. I apologize for being a sloppy slut.” “I suppose this is the best time for you to find out why we are here.” “Sir?” He comes towards me and slips his fingers around the back of my head; he unties my blind fold before removing it. My eyes are closed; I slowly open them and look around. At first it’s hard to adjust to the light, it’s brighter than I expected it to be. I notice almost right off once my eyes have fixed with having the light on, that we weren’t alone. I let out a gasp and feel the once slight embarrassment I held a moment ago sky rocket even more knowing people are watching while you use me as a fuck toy. I look around the room where they are all seating and there has to be about 10 or 12 men just watching me. The next thought that flicks through my mind is, “Is Master going to have me fuck all these men?” “Master, what, what is this?” “I wanted to share my little slut with men who want to have you. I know all of these men and have always made it known to me how much they’ve wanted a piece of you. We worked something out and have talked about it.” “You, you want me to fuck them all?” “Oh no, not at all. I’m not about to share you like that. They’re just going to watch while I do as I please to you. If they so choose to masturbate while I please myself with you, they know they can. You have nothing to worry about baby, you belong to me.” I have to admit the thought of having to fuck them all scared me and made me sick to my stomach. When Master explains to me that he’ll just be having his way with me in front of them however turns me on and I can feel my pussy ache for his cock. I feel all the more ashamed though for having an orgasm in front of others. I know I have to work harder on with holding my orgasms until I’m allowed. “I’ll do anything you want, Sir.” “Do you like the thought of being fucked in front of strangers, Kinsey?” “I do, Master. The idea of having someone or someone’s I don’t know watch turns me on greatly.” “I knew you would, my little slut toy.” I purr out for him and he smiles coming to me. He yanks on my chains lifting me higher until not even my tippy toes can touch the floor. My heels slide off and fall to the floor. I’m lifted in the air by a beam just by my wrists. Now that I can see the men they can’t seem to take their eyes off me. A few of them are touching themselves through their clothes, one guy in the back was the most daring and had already removed his cock from his pants. He is only stroking it lightly though. I let my gaze wonder back to Master who has gotten ankle cuffs. He takes on ankle and cuffs it before lifting it up on the beam that hangs across from the one where my wrists are bound to, he does the same with my other ankle and now I’m suspended high in the air. He lowers me now enough to be at his waist area. He looks down at me and smiles. I know he’s up to no good. He leaves me once more before coming back with Ben-Wa balls. I let out a shaking gasp knowing we’ve never used these yet.

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The next day, after her letting him see her tits and suck them, I’d get hard just thinking about it all. How it had all started, with me catching him peeking down my wife’s pajama top that first time. Then he had seen, felt and sucked her tits. Not to mention the fact that not only had he seen her pussy, he had even managed to get a finger or two in it. I was curious how my wife felt about all of it. When I asked her what she thought about last night, she said it was exciting, but also kind of scary too. I asked her what she meant, and she replied it would be strange now, when she saw him again. I told her if he said anything or tried to do anything, tell him that nothing is to take place. If he wanted to still get looks and possibly more, he wouldn’t tell anyone about anything and he wouldn’t try doing anything. This seemed to make her feel better. After our conversation, I went about my business. As much as I tried, I couldn’t get those images out of my mind. As she was doing the dishes, I walked up behind her and pressed my hard cock up against her. “What’s that all about?” she asked. “Your pussy was soaked last night. I can’t believe how turned on you were. What made you the hottest last night?” She rubbed her ass against my cock awhile. “Truthfully?” she answered “knowing that your friend was seeing my tits and pussy, because you wanted him to. Just letting someone else see bursa escort me is hot, but knowing you were with me, and not only let him see, but the fact that it was your idea. That’s what made it hot for me.” As she talked, I was busy pulling down her shorts and panties. I slid my middle finger to her pussy. It was already cum soaked. She shuddered as my finger came in contact with her pussy lips. “Fuck me! Oh God, fuck me now!” she said. I was happy to oblige. This time there was no teasing. I slid my cock all the way in, in one fast motion. In about three strokes, she was cumming. I kept fucking her, as I hadn’t cum yet. “Oh fuck me! Slam that hard ass cock in me! Fuck yeah, that’s the way, baby. Harder….Faster..Fuck Me!!!!” she was practically screaming. I did slam my cock in her, time after time until I was ready to cum. I pulled my cock out and shot all over her ass. “Since that made you so hot last night, I guess you want to try it again then?” I asked her after we’d finished. “Maybe….I’m not sure,” was her answer. I told her if she wanted too it would be fine, or if she wanted to quit for awhile that was fine too. The choice was entirely hers. “If you just want to let him look down your top, or up your shorts, that’s fine. If you want to let him suck your tits again, that’s okay too. What do you want baby? He’s the one who’s been getting all the benefits.” bursa escort bayan She said she really didn’t know. I asked her if she’d like to see his cock or maybe play with it. “Do you think he’d do it?” she asked. I assured her that was a silly question. “Come on baby. He’s seen and sucked his best friend’s wife’s tits and felt her pussy. You think he hasn’t dreamed of you doing something with his cock? You have got to be joking.” She seemed to be thinking this over in her mind as she slowly nodded. “Maybe the next time we play games, you’ll get to see it,” I said. That weekend when he came to play games, she was dressed in everyday clothes. No peeks for him to see that night. Nothing was mentioned about the previous week, or any time before that. We just played our games, as we had, before all of this had started. He eventually went home, and nothing had taken place. The same was true for the following week. Now my wife and I had still been having our conversations about what might happen, and usually following that up with hot sex. The third week following, everything was much the same as the previous two weeks. She was wearing regular clothes and no mention at all of the earlier events. After we had tired of playing games, we were sitting in our living room watching tv. We talked for almost an hour, while stopping occasionally to pay attention escort bursa to whatever was on tv. I noticed my wife was actually interested in the movie that was on, at that time, and I thought, ok, this is it, this is the time. My wife had no idea what I was about to do, nor did my friend. My wife and I were sitting on our loveseat and my friend was in the easy chair engrossed in the movie. I had my arm on the back of the loveseat, around my wife. I slowly put my hand on her back and gently pushed to get her attention. When she just shifted her position, I tapped her on the back again. This time she turned her head and looked at me. With my eyes and a nod of my head, I motioned for her to turn towards me. I lightly kissed her, which isn’t unusual for me to do even with him there. But this time, you should have seen the surprise or shock when she realized I was undoing the buttons on her blouse! She looked at me questioning me with her eyes. I mouthed the words “Shall I quit?” She barely shook her head no, so I proceeded. My friend still had no idea, as he was still watching the show. When I had all the buttons undone, I turned her back facing forward as she had been before. Hard to believe, but my friend was still glued to the tv! As she sat there, I leaned around her and pulled open her blouse, with her bra clearly visible. I wasn’t willing to wait on my oblivious friend any longer! “Well, what do you think?” I asked him. As he started to answer that the movie wasn’t too bad, he turned to look at me, and stopped mid sentence. He never said a word, just sat there looking at my wife with her blouse opened and her bra showing.

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Yes, a few weeks after turning sixteen, I flashed for the very first time at the national drag races. Now just eight months later, I flashed for the very first time at the Indy 500. Only a lot more happened than simply flashing this time, a whole lot more. Since I was sixteen, I’ve written my sexual exploits in private diaries. I wrote down all the juicy details: what I did, what happened to me, my emotions and the dialog. While reading those diaries it really surprised me how much all of those juicy little details came right back to me. If you didn’t read my first story this is what I looked like. I was a very petite brunette with brown eyes five feet tall and eighty-five pounds. My measurements were 36D – 19 – 32. Yes, I had very large breasts and big nipples too. I also had a tiny waist, flat tummy, and a firm little butt. I wore the same pink tube top and blue jean skirt that I wore to the drag races. Instead of flat sandals, I wore high-heeled sandals. And that’s it; except for that little top and skirt, I was totally naked underneath. I was more than ready to do some serious flashing. I did some research on the Indy 500 and found that the best time to go flashing was Friday and Saturday nights before the race. The best place was right out on Georgetown road, immediately across from the 500. This is when all the real party people come in with their tents, camper trailers and motor homes. I called the same boy that took me to the national drag races before. He was now a college freshman. I asked him to escort me to the race. Well, he was more than eager to do it. He picked me up and we got there a little after 8:00 pm. The west side of Georgetown road was packed with campers. There were thousands of people everywhere, mostly men. Some were sitting in lawn chairs, some were cooking food and some were playing bag toss games. But they all appeared to be drinking beer. It was completely different than at the national drag races where I first flashed. I really thought it would be just like before; however, it was definitely not the same. The people here were not behind fences, or way up high in the grandstands. Here all the people were right in front of you, just a few feet away. I was not ready for that at all. It made me very nervous. I was beginning to feel like the first time I flashed all over again. “Wow. This is a lot different than the drag races,” I said to my date. “Oh yeah. I told you its fuckin crazy around here,” he replied. While taking a long look at me. “You look scared,” he commented with a little smirk. I did not reply. “We can leave, if you want to?” he suggested. In a rather compassionate way I might add. “Oh no! No, I’m just kind of getting used to everything,” I replied. Hell, I didn’t want to sound like a big chicken, especially since I was the one that asked him to escort me here. Heck, the only reason I was nervous was because everyone was so close, and getting drunker by the minute. Plus my date had told me the cops will arrest you if they catch you flashing. Could you possibly imagine explaining that arrest to your parents? Hah! “Why don’t we just walk around for an hour or so, before you do anything” my date suggested. “Ah, I don’t think so,” I replied. In the background I heard some of the guys yelling at other girls. No way was I waiting an hour! I wanted to flash my big tits now. I wanted to so bad I was ready to burst. I was so turned on that juice was already dripping out of my pussy. We had no sooner crossed 25 th street, when men began yelling at me. A huge bolt of excitement shot through my entire body. I could actually feel my nipples and clit growing, getting larger. “Hey, sweet thing. You’re looking fine. How about a look at those?” a very big man said to me. There were several men letting out loud wolf whistles, hooting at me, waving their arms and doing anything they could to get my attention. My nipples got so hard! I could feel them straining to get even harder. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I stopped right in front of them and looked around for cops. There were at least a dozen men and you could tell they all knew I was about to give them a show. Every one of them had turned, and was looking straight at me. My God, it really was like the first time I flashed! My legs were shaking (my whole body was shaking) and I was truly scared to death. Yet the scariness just made it that much more exciting. I put my thumbs down in both sides of my tube top, and with a very nervous smile on my face, took in a deep breath, and pulled my top down. I pulled my top all the way down to my waist, and my big 36D breasts were right out there for everyone to see. I couldn’t help glancing down at my breasts. Wow, my nipples were very thick, and oh boy, were they ever sticking way out there. You wouldn’t believe how turned on I was right then. You should have heard the cheering and whistling coming from all the men. Total sexual excitement rushed through my entire body like a bolt of lightning. It ran right down to my pussy, and made it pop a little orgasm. I could feel the wetness trickling out of my cunt. I felt all flushed in the face. Hell, my whole body felt flushed. I could not even begin to describe how sexually aroused I was, just from flashing that first time. After a while I pulled up my top gave them a little finger wave, and moved on. Oh yeah, that was most definitely why I came here, for that unbelievable rush of sexual excitement! “Hey! Show us too, show us too, baby doll,” the very next group of men yelled out. I had only walked thirty feet at most when I stopped and gave another quick look around for the cops. Again, I pulled my top all the way down exposing my bare breasts, and again I received the cheers and sexual rush that I love. Now even at sixteen, I realized right away there is no way I could be stopping every thirty feet and flashing. It would draw way to much attention, and I would get caught by the police. So I decided I would walk at least a block or so before flashing again. That plan didn’t last long as I must have flashed at least forty times by the time we got to the far end of Georgetown road which was a little over a mile long. Holy cow, I was like in flashers heaven. I flashed more times in that first pass than I did the whole time at the drag races. We got soft drinks at a concession stand, and sat down on a bench to drink. With all the hot guys walking around, I just couldn’t help myself. So I kind of left my legs spread open. No not wide open, but enough for anyone that was looking could see my bare naked pussy. Well, believe me, there was most definitely a lot of guys looking. It was really exciting to just be sitting there sucking on a straw while guy after guy, walked past me looking right up my skirt, and knowing they were seeing my swollen little cunt. This was like another first for me and it was the first time I had ever flashed my pussy. Well, we finished our drinks, and started walking back the other way. It was like all the guys, were waiting for me to come back past them. I tried to remember where I had flashed before, and then flash in between those spots. Well, that plan went away rather quickly too. I just couldn’t resist flashing anyone that yelled at me. I must have flashed my breasts at least fifty times, istanbul travesti and we weren’t even half way back from where we started. There was several younger men sitting in a lawn chairs. I had flashed them on my first pass. One of them yelled out to me. “Hey! Miss pinky top, I got a question for you?” I stopped and looked over at them. “I was wondering if you could settle a little bet between me and my brother?” he asked. “Well, if I can.” I replied with a nervous smile. That was actually the very first time I had ever spoken with any of the men. “My brother says you’re not wearing panties, and I say you are,” he explained. All the other men started grinning and chuckling. After a brief pause he said with a little smirk on his face, “I was just hoping you could tell us which one is right?” Needless to say that really caught me by surprise. No one had ever asked me about my panties. I was a bit flustered for a few seconds thinking how to answer him. But then the light went off in my head. This is a chance to flash my cunt. So without saying a word to them, I lifted the front of my dress fully exposing my bare cunt to at least twenty men. A very loud, “Ohhh!” came from all the men’s mouths followed by loud cheering. “Thank you!” the man yelled out in that long drawn out way. I gave them a smile and the little finger wave, turned around, and lifted the back of my skirt to show them my bare little butt as well. Again there was loud cheering and whistling. “Nice ass honey!” was yelled out by several men. Yes, I really liked that “nice ass” comment. I walked on flashing my tits so many times I couldn’t even begin to tell you how many. After that first time every so often, guys would ask me about my panties in one way or another. “What’s under the skirt, sweetheart?” most of the men would yell out. “What do you think?” I would reply, acting like the shy little girl. “Well! We’re all curious what color panties you have on?” most would say. Again without saying a word I would lift my skirt, and show them that I was not wearing panties. Surprisingly to me just about every time the men seemed truly surprised that I was not wearing any panties. Of course I turned, and lifted the back of my dress showing my bare ass too. “Nice ass! Nice ass! Nice ass!” I repeatedly heard from all the men. Oh yes, I really did like hearing those “nice ass” comments. Anyway, I had an 11:00pm curfew, and by the time we got back where we started it was time to go home. Bummer! Hell, I could have stayed there all night long. But there was tomorrow night. Only there was a problem with that. My date called around 3:00pm Saturday afternoon, and told me he would not be able to go. His grandfather was gravely ill, and his father wanted all the family up at the hospital. Of course I understood, and wished his grandfather well. But was I ever disappointed at first. I knew there was no way I was going to miss going back there tonight. After a minute, I remembered my parents were leaving at 5:00pm to go and visit relatives at their lake cottage, and they were not coming back till Monday night. I had a car to drive, so no problem … I would just go alone! Was it scary going alone? Absolutely! But again, that just makes it that more exciting. I wanted to wear something different. Why? Because I really liked flashing my pussy and ass. The skirt I had on was ok, but not the best. So I tore through my closet trying anything on that looked better, but nothing did. Then I spotted this blue jean dress that I hadn’t worn in a couple of years. It snapped down the front, and opened like a robe. I put it on and realized that I had done some growing since I last wore that dress. It was short above mid-thigh, and my breasts kind of bulged out of it; but when I looked in the mirror, did it ever look hot! Even though I couldn’t fasten the top three snaps, because of my big tits, I knew right away this was what I wanted to wear. My Dad (mister right on schedule) left right at 5:00 pm. I was so excited I couldn’t sit still, and just got in the car and went on. I got there a little before 7:00 pm, and the sun hadn’t even set yet. But I didn’t care … I just couldn’t wait to get out there and start flashing. I parked the car and started walking down Georgetown road. As I walked I looked down at my dress, kind of checking myself out. Was I ever showing some serious cleavage and a whole lot of leg! That dress and the high heeled sandals were all I was wearing. I was totally naked under that little dress, and I looked pretty damn hot if I do say so myself! Also as I walked, I noticed right away there were a lot more campers than the night before, and instead of thousands of people there were like tens of thousand of people. There were so many people walking around on Georgetown road that it was barricaded off so cars could not use it. I hadn’t got more than a hundred feet from my car, and guys were already yelling at me too flash them. Now my plan was to just walk around until it got dark. But poof, that plan went away the soon as those men wanted me to flash them. I just couldn’t wait, I was way too turned on to wait. I did the mandatory cops glance, and then pulled out on both lapels, and my breasts popped right out. Oh yeah! That’s what I needed to get that sexual rush again! But after that first time flashing, I also left the fourth snap down, undone to make it even easier to pop my breasts out and back in again. The dress worked really well, just as I had planned. I must have flashed ten times by the time I got to 25th street, the same place where I started last night. I walked all the way to the south end of Georgetown road. I must have flashed my tits at least a hundred times. It was now dark as I started walking back north again. Then the same group of guys yelled at me again; the guys that wanted me to settle a bet for them last night. Heck, they even seemed to be sitting in exactly the same places. “Hey sweetie,” he yelled out to me. I stopped and looked over at them. “My brother says you’re still not wearing panties, and I say you are,” he shouted while laughing and coughing into his fist. “Ah, do you think you can settle a bet for us again?” Now I was getting a bit braver at talking to these guys. I stopped, put my hands on my hips, and just stood there looking at them for a few seconds. “Well! I guess I can. That is, if it’s to settle a bet,” I said in my sheepish way. Oh my God, was I ever excited as I looked around for cops, and popping the two snaps at my waist! I took a second look around, and for the very first time spread my dress wide open. Oh yes, I was standing there showing at least thirty men my full naked body from head to toe. I couldn’t begin to tell you how sexually aroused I was at that very moment. I actually think I kind of stunned them at first seeing my full naked body. There was a full moment of silence, and a lot of dropped jaws. But then they started whistling, cheering and clapping their hands like crazy men. I started to walk away when the guy yelled out to me, yet again. “Wait, wait wait! Wait a second!” I stopped and turned back at them. “Ah, I, I got another bet for you to settle,” he asked. Putting my hands back on my hips, I got one of those ‘yeah right’ looks on my face. “Okay. istanbul travestileri Now what?” I asked, with a little smirk. “Come here. Come here a minute,” he requested, while motioning with his hand for me to come over to them. Woo! Instant nervousness shot through my entire body. I had never entered anyone’s camp before. I just kind of stood there in the street not really knowing what to do. He started motioning again, for me to come over to them. “Come on over here. For heaven’s sake! No ones going to bite you,” he said, trying to reassure me that I would be just fine. Oh, no doubt I wanted to, I really wanted to. Again I have no idea how long I stood there, but eventually my being turned on more than I was nervous won out. I thought to myself ‘oh my Kathy … here we go’. I slowly walked into their camp, and stopped pretty much right in front of him. “So, so what’s the bet?” I asked in a nervous, slightly broken voice. “Damn sweetheart! Settle down, no one’s going to bite. Okay?” He said, trying to calm me down I guess. I obviously must have looked pretty nervous, or he wouldn’t have said that. I said, “Okay. Okay. I’m okay,” still speaking with a nervous voice. Hell, I was so nervous my whole body was shaking. After all I was only sixteen, and I was standing in the middle of about thirty grown men. “I’m telling you. There’s nothing to be scared about, Sweetie,” while shaking his head. “We just want you to settle this really big bet for us. Okay?” “Oh! So it’s a real big bet?” I asked kind of loosening up a bit. “Oh yeah! It’s a hundred-dollar bet.” He replied. With a bit of a smirk on his face “So! What’s the bet?” I asked. “Well, my brother says your pussy is shaved, and I say it’s not,” he said, quite directly. Well, talk about getting three times more nervous in an instant. I kind of stood up straight with my eyes wide open. I most certainly was not expecting them to ask that. Yes, I pretty much had a total look of astonishment on my face, and my legs were shaking more than ever. “Oh, really!” popped out of my mouth in an astonished way. “Oh Yeah! We just need a close up look at your twat,” he said, like it was no big deal. Well, letting them look at my cunt was not what was making me so nervous. It was being way back in their campsite that was so scary, and scared I was. My legs were shaking so much I couldn’t even stand still. Hell, I didn’t know what to do, or what to say. On top of that I was having another little orgasm just because of the sexual situation I was in. He asked, “So what do you think, sweetie? Can we get a little peak at your pussy?” “I guess so.” slowly stumbled its way out of my mouth. Without even consciously thinking about it, I popped the two snaps loose on my dress and opened it up for them. “Well, let’s see what you got down here, sweets,” he said, while leaning his head down to look up between my legs. “Hell! I can’t see a damn thing, sweets. You’re going to have to spread your legs, a bit” he requested, while chuckling at the same time. “Here right here! Put your foot, right up here on this cooler.” he instructed, while tapping his hand on top of this big cooler. I was so flustered I just did whatever he said. As I started to lift my foot, he grabbed my ankle lifting my leg up and setting my foot on top of the cooler. Yeah, my legs were spread open alright. The man didn’t even have to lean down to see my pussy. It was right there fully exposed, and spread open for all of them to see. Wow, was I ever excited and turned on. “Holy! Fucking! Shit! Would you look at that pussy!” he exclaimed very loudly to his friends. He looked up and around at all the other men, inviting them to get a good look at my cunt. I have no idea how many men crowded in to look. “Those are the biggest fucking pussy lips, I’ve ever seen!” He exclaimed, with astonishment. “Damn! You won’t mind if I have a little feel, would ya?” He asked, very quickly. Before I could even answer him he reached in, and lightly ran his finger tips right under the very edges of my hanging pussy lips. It sent a sharp tingling sensation all through my pussy, and I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. “Ohh,” very softly came out of my mouth. It felt absolutely fantastic. “Oh, man! Those lips are fucking nice!” he said, to the other men. The unbelievable sensations in my pussy must have put my being scared on hold. Because right at that very moment all I was thinking about was how great it felt between my legs. He slowly tickled the edges of my hanging lips with his finger tips as I continued to lightly moan. “Ohh,” followed by another, “Ohh,” softly came from my mouth.He lifted his fingers up into my crotch rubbing my cunt firmly. I had an instant orgasm. Juice was flowing out of my pussy and dripping off his fingers. “Oh! “Ohh! “Ohhh! came from my mouth much louder as I was cumming. The man said, “Damn! I think she’s cumming,” while leaning his head down to get a better look at my dripping wet cunt. He said to his brother, “Hey. She feels shaved to me, see what you think,” while removing his hand from my pussy, and shaking the juice off his fingers. His brother stuck his hand right up between my legs, and started massaging my pussy in a circular motion, my cunt still cumming. “Yep! Feels shaved to me too. Guess I win!” He exclaimed, with a laugh. “Hey! I know one thing for sure. It sure is wet up there,” laughing even louder. My whole body was quivering as the juice continued to flow out of my pussy, and dripping off the brother’s hand. After a few more circles on my cunt, the brother removed his hand. I was actually disappointed that he stopped. It only took a few seconds and I realized I should probably move on. It was time to get out of Dodge. “Okay, okay. I think I’ve settle the bet.” I said, with a nervous smile. I took my foot down off the cooler. “Thank You!” said the man again in that long drawn out voice. I was actually a bit surprised the guys didn’t try to get me to stay. But they were all really cool, and made room for me to leave. As I walked away I fastened my dress at the waist, and gave them the good old finger wave goodbye. I glanced back and they were all smiling and laughing, some giving each other high fives. I apparently made them pretty happy. Yeah it was a bit scary, but I have to admit I sure like it. Hell, I loved it. Can you imagine having your pussy played with right there in public, and by perfect strangers! Wow, that’s what I say about it. Wow! I walked up Georgetown flashing at least another twenty times, and about half way back from where I started, I heard a crowd of men yelling at me. “Hey cutie. Come over here a minute,” they requested several times. As I looked over at them the crowd split apart making an aisle way. I looked and there was this weird-looking machine, and a sign ‘The Gyro Ball’. What is a gyro ball? Well it’s a big gyroscope that a person stands up in, and rides. Once it gets going the person inside will spin around in all directions: forwards, backwards, sideways (and yes upside down) over and over again. They were selling ten minute rides for five bucks. The guys running it motioned with their hands for me to come over. I was a bit nervous, but I thought why not at least see what they want. So I walked up to the travesti istanbul machine and the man asked me “How would you like to take a ride?” “Oh, I don’t know. I’m afraid I would get sick,” I replied. “No, No, No! Not at all. That’s what’s so marvelous about this. You are perfectly in the center of the gyro, and you will not get dizzy or sick, I guarantee it” he said with complete certainty. I knew exactly what they really wanted. They wanted me to take a ride so they could see my dress flip down. Hell, that’s the only reason I wanted to ride in it. Because to be honest with you, I do not like spinning around and getting dizzy. I don’t like that at all, so I had no problem having a very apprehensive look on my face. I stood there staring at the gyro, for the longest time trying to decide if I should do it, or not. All the men standing around were edging me on, and edging me on to take a ride. “Are you absolutely sure, I won’t get sick?” I asked apprehensively. “Absolutely! No one, I mean, no one has ever gotten sick or dizzy,” he guaranteed. “Well. Okay! I’ll give it a try,” I said, with a kind of ‘oh shit’ look on my face. All the men gathered around sure seemed happy as could be that I was going to take a ride. The head guy held my hand while I stepped up into the middle of the gyro. I looked down, and there were four things to put your feet in. The guy helping me get in the gyro said “You can put your feet in the middle two, or the outer two, but you’ll feel more stable in the outer two.” “Oh, Okay! I will use them,” I replied in a shaky voice. I really was quite nervous. Hey, I knew what he was doing. I wasn’t that naive. Hell, I wanted my legs to be spread wider apart too, and in the outer two footholds my feet were most definitely wider apart. In fact my feet were very wide apart. I grabbed the two handles that were a bit above my head, while the other man wrapped a big leather strap around my tiny waist, and cinched it up tight. By now there must have been close to a hundred men gathered all around the gyro ball machine. It was cool that the gyro was mounted on top of a trailer. So I was pretty high up and even the guy’s way in the back could clearly see me in the gyro. “Are you ready?” the man asked me. “As ready as I will ever be,” I replied, while taking in a deep breath. “Now what ever you do, don’t freak out. I guarantee you, there is absolutely no way you can fall out. Okay?” he explained, trying to reassure me. “Okay! I think I’ll be Okay.” He gave it a push, and it first rolled back until I was parallel to the ground, on my back. It then rolled back in the opposite direction until I was parallel to the ground, only I was facing down. I went back and forth a few times, each time my feet getting higher and higher than my head. As I started to swing down forward the man yelled out to me. “Okay. Here you go, honey. Flipping it on.” “Okay!” I yelled back. I spun forward my feet went way up, and my dress went way down. I was completely upside down, and the gyro was barely moving. And yeah, my bare everything was exposed! I mean my ass and pussy were totally exposed, and my legs were spread apart pretty darn wide. A huge roar of cheers rang out from everyone. I’m sure they were totally surprised that I had no panties on. “Yes! Woo Hoo! Unbelievable! Holy fucking shit! Son of a bitch! Awesome!” We’re just some of the many things men yelled out, as I went upside down. I tried to act embarrassed by letting go with one hand and trying to push my dress up between my legs. But I really wasn’t trying to cover myself at all. Hell, I was having an absolute ball. It finally turned over and I spun around into an upright position, but it went right back upside down again. By the third time around my breasts had fallen completely out of my dress. “Oohs! Ahhs! Woo Hoo’s!” were yelled out, every time I went around. I was hearing all kinds of comments about my tits, ass and cunt, but by far the absolute most comments were about my big pussy lips, flopping all around as I turned over and over. I can tell you right now that ten minute ride was more like fifteen minutes or more; and yes, I loved every single minute of it too. Twice I got stopped completely upside down as the ride ended. I’m sure the guy operating it had something to do with that. As it stopped with me upright a big applause and a lot of whistles came from everyone that had watched. I tried my best to act embarrassed, but I was so hot and so turned on I just don’t think I looked very embarrassed. Hell, I really didn’t care at that point, I had an absolute blast. “Do you want to go again, honey?” The man asked me right away. “No, No, No!” I said. “At least not right now,” while laughing. He confirmed, “You can ride anytime you want,” with a big smile on his face. “Well. I might later on, if you don’t mind?” “Absolutely! Anytime you want. That was fabulous,” he exclaimed. “Yes! It was, I really liked that,” I replied, still laughing. The ride operator held my hand to help me down the steps, while all the men that had watched broke out with another loud applause and whistles. They all stepped back again making an aisle way for me to walk through. Wow! Now just how fun was that? I must have flashed a couple hundred guys with that ride. Plus I was not dizzy at all, except for being dizzy turned on! It had been quite a night so far. Flashing, getting my pussy played with, having an orgasm, and then going round and around in the gyro, showing my body to who knows how many men. But I wasn’t close to being done yet. It was only a little after 9pm, and my parent’s were not home. So tonight, I had no curfew. I walked and flashed all the way back to 25th street, where I used one of those portable johns. I really needed that after going round and around. When I came out guys down on 25th street, were calling for me. Of course I went right over there and flashed several times. That’s when I noticed there were rows and rows and rows of camper trailers in the field behind those lined up on Georgetown road. Well, let me tell you – I had just found a whole lot more new men to flash. So I headed down between the second and third rows. It was a bit darker back there which made it a little scary, but what the heck … scary just makes it that much more exciting, right? After walking about half way down the row of campers, and flashing about every fifty feet, some guys asked me the same question that I had been asked before. Apparently that was a common come on line at the Indy 500. “Hey honey! Can you settle a bet for us?” A man yelled out again. “I will if I can,” I replied. I was getting bolder at talking with these guys. “My friend says you’re not wearing panties, and I say you are,” he explained with a smile. “Oh really!” I jokingly replied, as though surprised by this question. “Can you show us which one is right?” he asked. I was really getting into the back and forth banter. So I just stood there for a few seconds, putting my hands on my hips like I was trying to decide if I should show them. “Come on, baby doll! Have a little mercy on some old country boys,” he pleaded. I smiled, and started undoing the snaps at my waist. As I did that guys started gathering around in front of me. I did my little look around for cops, and then spread my dress wide open. They started whistling and cheering instantly. I gave them a good long look, and as I was snapping my dress, the same guy yelled out to me again. “Hey doll, got a question for ya.” “And what might that be?” I replied, again in a joking way.

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