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Standard disclosure: all fictional characters, all over 18. This is a personally produced work. Any questions, contact the author. Enjoy.

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Our timing was pretty much perfect. It was only a minute or two that I was enjoying Jade’s nimble tongue before I heard Ben come back to the campsite. He must have opened the cooler and cracked open a beer from the sounds of it, and then soon I heard him call “Girls? Jade? Kat?” He couldn’t see us in the tent with the flap unzipped, but closed, and he obviously hadn’t heard us yet.

Jade stopped licking me but didn’t try to move away, she was just listening and waiting. I tugged her face gently but firmly back towards me by her hair, and she quickly resumed her work. I called out to Ben, “We’re in the tent!” I could see a vague shadow of him as he moved towards the tent, and he ducked down a bit to lift the flap to come inside, but froze as he saw my naked body riding his beautiful girlfriend’s face.

“What the…shit, you girls can’t stop, can you?” he asked as a grin formed.

“Fuck no, not with a hot little bitch like you have here.” I answered. “Are you just going to stand there?” Ben was eager to move forward, but my body pretty much blocked the entrance to the tent. “Whoa, sorry, there’s no room for you in here right now, you’ll have to wait outside.” My words were interspersed with small gasps as Jade continued eating me out as I talked.

“Well, what am I supposed to do then?” Ben asked, confused but anxious to join. He reached down to grab my firm tits as he spoke, but he was clearly trying to figure out his next step.

I decided to take advantage of him being off-balance while I could. “Well…” I said in what I hoped was my sexiest voice, “maybe you could start my unzipping those shorts…” As I was basically kneeling in front of him, looking alternately up at him or straight ahead to his waist, he caught on quickly enough, but not without a reservation.

“Right out here? What if someone comes by?” Honestly, it was extremely unlikely, the campsites were secluded enough that someone would have to be wandering far away from their own sites or the trails. I think he was just flustered by the situation and trying to buy time to think.

“If someone comes by…they’ll probably just be jealous of you…” I whispered as I lightly grazed my lips across the bulge in his shorts, planting a few kisses across it. “I’ll be right here until your slutty little girlfriend makes me come…soooo…it’s up to you…”

Ben was slightly torn. I could see him weighing his choices, deciding whether or not to stand out in the open, but eventually caving to his desires and slowly unzipping his shorts. My mouth hung open invitingly as Jade’s tongue brought me closer and closer to orgasm. Just as Ben revealed his long hard cock to me, I let out a loud moan, Jade was going to make me come very soon…

Ben slowly moved forward to place his cock at my mouth, barely touching my lips, then came to a revelation of his own. “Hold on, wait a fucking minute here, who put you in charge?” Oh shit.

“Didn’t you promise you were going to do whatever I said? Didn’t you say that?” he asked firmly, gripping my hair in his hand, twisting and pulling it back.

Fuck, yeah, I had. And I never go back on what I say, “Yessss…” I moaned slowly.

“So I don’t have to play your way, do I?” he said, “You’ll just do what I want, won’t you?”

“Oh god…yes…yes I will…oh shit, I’m going to come…Jade…” I gasped out, writhing in his grip.

“Not yet you aren’t. Jade, stop!” Ben ordered. She stopped licking my clit instantly, leaving me on the edge of an orgasm.

“Wait, no, what the fuck?” I blurted out. “No! Make me fucking come!” but she didn’t restart. She just stayed there, giving me an occasional lick and kiss, but not helping me come. “What are you doing?” I asked Ben plaintively.

“I think that’s about enough of all your teasing, and hinting, and everything else. I think that you’ve promised to give me everything I want, and I think it’s time that we settle this for good.” He was staring me right in the eyes as he said this, tugging even harder, nearly painfully, on my hair, and right then was the moment I knew he gölbaşı escort was right.

I hadn’t admitted it, even to myself. But I wanted this. I wanted to do everything he said, everything Jade said. I wanted them to guide me, to take control and show me everything. If it meant doing everything they said, I was…I was more than accepting of it. I was eager to do it. That was the moment I realized that as far as they were concerned, “No” was gone from my vocabulary. And, fuck, that was exactly the way I wanted it to be.

“You’re right,” I told him, “no more teasing, no more hesitation. Just say the words and I’ll do it. Just get her to make me come, please.” I was almost pleading now, I wanted them to know I was serious. I was, I know I had said it before, but looking back today, I think this was the last straw. I think that, even with what was still to come, this is where I broke. Or perhaps, finally had my true nature uncaged.

“Not just yet, first, make me believe it. We’re going to have a lot of fun with you. You’re going to come over and over, and you’re going to be ours any way we want. But first, you tell me. You fucking tell me, and make me believe it. This is the last time, no going back anymore. Just prove it.” He said this in a voice that left no room for argument. He meant it, and just needed my final acceptance, no, my final proof that I wanted this as much as him and Jade.

I took a deep breath, and let it all out. “Oh God, please. I want it all. Please, do whatever you want with me. Tell me what to do and I’ll fucking do it. Tell me to fuck you, to suck your cock, to lick her pussy. I’ll do it all. I want it all.”

Jade had been under me the whole time, just listening and waiting. She started to slowly lick me again. She was teaming up with Ben, letting me know I was on the right track but they wanted more.

“Oh fuck, please, do anything you want, fucking use me! Keep me naked until we leave tomorrow, take turns using me until we go, anything! When we get back home, just knock on my door whenever you want me. Just take me inside, make me get you both off, I want it, I love it!” I did want it, so much that I was just spouting off everything that came into my mind now. Jade must have thought I was doing good, because she started licking my clit all out again, and I was seconds away from coming, I was so turned on at that moment.

“Fuck yes, oh fuck, I’m going to…oh God!! Ohhh!” I screamed as Jade pushed me through my orgasm, soaking her face as I came, “Fuck! Do ittttt..mmmpph!!” I yelled just as Ben took the opportunity to shove his cock in my mouth. He grabbed my hair in both hands and held me tight halfway down his hard cock as I came, my entire body spasming with pleasure. I was impaled on his dick, moaning around it as I came, far too out of control of my body to do anything but take it from both Jade and Ben. Not that I wanted anything else. Why would I?

I slowly came back to my senses to look up at Ben, with that grin on his face that signified his final victory over me. His hard cock was deep in my mouth and I just stared up at him in pleasure, waiting for him to make the next move. He didn’t wait long. Ben slowly backed up, holding me as he went. I followed along on my hands and knees, never letting his dick leave my mouth, as he backed up to a chair in the middle of the campsite and sat down. I just held still on his cock, waiting to see what was next as he reached down to the cooler and took out another beer. He opened it up, took a long drink, then leaned his head back and slowly started guiding my head up and down on his cock.

Part of me couldn’t believe it. I was naked in the middle of the campsite, on my hands and knees, sucking off this cocky bastard. But the other part of me was in fucking heaven. I finally discovered what I was missing. I needed this, I needed someone that just took charge and gave us all the time of our lives. This was finally right, and that first part of me I just mentioned? It faded quickly after this.

After a few minutes of slowly sliding my lips up and down his cock, I realized Jade had finally come up beside me. Ben noticed it too, and put down his beer to grab her hair with his other hand. He pulled me off of his cock and immediately pulled Jade onto it, fucking her mouth just as he had mine. keçiören escort I watched from just inches away, still held by Ben, as he relaxed and used her to get himself off. After a minute, he pulled her off and switched us again. I eagerly took him back in my mouth as Ben spoke up.

“Ahhhhh…now this is the way it should be. Two hot sluts on their knees where they belong.” I didn’t even feel offended, my whole body was tingling at the entire experience. I started bobbing my head faster and faster without his guidance, but he quickly pulled me away and brought Jade back again. Ben switched us out like this time and time again, I found myself more desperate to get back on him every time I was waiting. Eventually, he kept Jade there for far longer than he had before, and I felt myself involuntarily fighting against his grip to get my mouth back on him. He saw my subtle struggles and smirked down at me as he pulled Jade tight, three-quarters of the way down and just held her there. Like a good girl, she stayed until she was out of breath and pulled herself back, gasping.

I immediately dove back down on his saliva-soaked cock, my eagerness and Ben’s firm guidance immediately getting me down near as far as Jade went. I didn’t seem to have much of a gag reflex but neither did I have anywhere near Jade’s experience. Still, Ben seemed to be in heaven, and even Jade was entranced. I could see her rubbing her pussy furiously as I sucked her boyfriend off. Ben blurted out, “Fuck, that’s awesome, keep it up, and get used to it, you’re both going to be down here all the time from now on.” I moaned in approval and kept up my pace.

He didn’t seem inclined to change us out anymore, probably enjoying someone besides his girlfriend sucking on him, enjoying it so much, in fact, that he warned me of his pending orgasm. “Shit babe, I’m going to come soon from that hot mouth of yours…”

Jade jumped in, “Oh fuck, let me on there. I’ll take it, let me finish him.” She knew I’d never even sucked a cock before this weekend, much less taken a load in my mouth, and she stepped up to keep me from starting then. I slowly pulled my mouth off of him, releasing his cock. I put my hands on Ben’s thighs as I looked up at him…then quickly moved to grab him by the hips and drove my mouth deep on his cock!

Ben practically yelled, “Oh, fuck!” as I realized I had taken his whole cock down my throat. I guess my gag reflex was better than I thought. The sensation was too much for Ben as I felt his hips buck as he let out a huge moan, and suddenly I could feel burst after burst of hot cum being blasted down my throat! It was so deep I didn’t even taste it, just felt the warmth of it flowing down my throat. It was new and odd but it didn’t bother me at all, I was far more interested in the look of pure pleasure on Ben’s face and the shock on Jade’s.

I held there until I knew he was finished coming, then slowly eased back, still bobbing my head gently as Ben gasped. I pulled all the way off just as Jade said, “You greedy bitch…” and plunged her mouth back onto his cock as though to suck out any last drops. Ben eventually regained his composure,

took a deep breath and smiled at me.

“Fuuuuck… good girl.” He reached over and grabbed himself another beer, opening it while gently keeping Jade in place. She kept sucking away, quietly moaning herself the entire time. He looked back at me, I was breathing hard and dripping wet from the excitement of sucking him off for the first time. He must have been reading my mind, as he said, “That was just the first time, there’s going to be many more…” I blushed and nodded back, not really knowing what to say.

Jade solved that problem for me by getting up and handing me another glass of wine. Soon her and I were sitting down relaxing, drinking, and still totally naked. Ben began making a campfire as the sun was beginning to set. He was dressed in just shorts, apparently he was fine having us naked but he wanted some coverage. It didn’t bother me at all, whereas a few days earlier I was freaking out over wearing a swimsuit in front of him. Things had definitely changed. Ben proved that by casually walking to the back of my chair and reaching over to squeeze both of my exposed tits.

“So, girls, who’s ready for the next round?” Ben asked mischievously kızılay escort

“Fuck… I am…” I moaned as his hands massaged my tits. Jade, however, answered differently, by popping out of her chair and darting to her knees in front of Ben, quickly pulling out his cock and taking it into her warm mouth.

“Sorry Kat,” he breathed, “her answer was better. I let out a gasp of disappointment and pleasure as he pinched my nipples lightly. “Tell you what, why don’t you give us a little show and we’ll see if you can play soon.” Ben grabbed each of my legs and lifted them over the arms of my chair, leaving me spread wide. I knew what was expected of me and began to rub my pussy for him, closing my eyes as I did so.

Before long, my fingers were moved aside by Jade’s tongue, Ben had obviously guided her down between my legs. She lapped eagerly at me as his hands left my tits, to my dismay, and he took up position behind her upturned ass. Jade was clearly wet and ready as Ben slipped inside her in one fluid motion, bringing a moan from her otherwise occupied mouth. With my hands now unoccupied, I cupped my own tits as I relaxed and enjoyed the sensations.

Ben wasted no time with teasing, he fucked Jade with long deep strokes. She definitely didn’t mind, pushing back at him with every thrust. “Look at this slut,” Ben said to me, “she knows what she’s meant for, she knows that tight pussies like hers are just meant for getting fucked whenever I want. Isn’t that right?” I moaned and nodded my approval. “You’re just like her now, aren’t you?”

“Fuck yes…” I breathed as Jade ate me out, trying desperately to keep her mouth on me as her body bounced back and forth. He was right, I finally had realized how much fun it was to just let go and get fucked. Ben had taken charge, never been mean, but had been forceful and direct, and I loved it. I meant when I said I would do anything now and I loved it!

Suddenly, we heard the sound of Ben’s phone ringing, back where his clothes were piled. With little thought, Ben pulled out of Jade and said to her, “Go bring that to me.” Jade pulled away without complaint and went for his phone, she gave it to him and he answered it as he moved forward and sunk his cock straight into my wide-open pussy. I was surprised at both the entrance of his cock and his casual demeanor, and only caught a few scraps of the conversation as he fucked me long and slow while he talked.

I heard him talking to what must have been a friend, the words I caught mentioned that he was camping with us, at the same place as “last time,” “yeah we’re ready,” and “see you soon.” He tossed his phone back to Jade and began to fuck me harder and deeper. I moaned in pleasure but still must have had a questioning look on my face, because Ben explained while he used my wet little cunt.

“That was my buddy Paul, him and Steve are on their way up to have a few drinks, as soon as they found out Jade was with me, along with one of her hot friends, they couldn’t wait to get down here. You remember last time baby?” he asked Jade. “We’re playing the same game this time.” Jade was kneeling beside us. Jade nodded, oddly enough, she started nodding before he even got the words out, but at a quick head motion from Ben, turned to me suddenly and explained.

“Oh fuck,” she started, “those are decent guys, but perverted as hell. Last time we were here and they came out, Ben had us playing strip poker. I suck at poker, and I lost fast and had to put up with all three of the guys making dirty comments about me while I sat there naked. We’re playing again?” Ben just smiled and nodded. Something was not right here, even though I was getting fucked pretty stupid, I didn’t feel like Jade was telling the truth to me…I knew her too well…but oh God, there was cock in me…

“You don’t have a problem with that, do you, fuckdoll?” Ben asked as he kept fucking me.

“Oh…fuck…shit…no…no, I’ll do whatever, whatever, oh yes, you tell me, you know that by noooow!” I gasped. I was soon to come from his constant pounding into my pussy. Ben was thrilled to hear that.

“Good girl,” he said as he pulled out of me, to my dismay, “since you answered just right, I’ll even let you get dressed properly so you have a chance, I’m sure Jade has something you can wear on top of that slutty bikini you brought.” It took me a minute to recover from the loss of his cock, I couldn’t believe he basically dismissed me like that, I thought I was being his good slut, but I was getting used to being at his beck and call, unbelievably. I gathered my wits and hurried to the tent with Jade, we both added a t-shirt and shorts on top of our swimsuits. No sooner had we got dressed than I heard a car pull up…

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“You’re a bitch!” Amy said through tears as she slammed the bedroom door shut.

Karen was unfazed by her roommate’s remarks. She had known Amy since high school and they had lived in this house together for their first three years of college. Amy had always been quite the drama queen. In fact Karen probably would have moved out Sophomore year were it not for the addition of there third housemate.

Originally, the girls had rented this house thinking they would each want there own room. Unfortunately last year money got tight for both of them and the girls moved into the same room and brought in Steve.

Karen had known Steve since he first snapped her bra in biology class in high school. They had been friends ever since. Steve nicely balanced out the estrogen levels in the house and at times that balancing effect was desperately needed.

This time was one of them. Karen had just gotten back from a run, when Amy started yelling at her for flirting with some guy whom she didn’t even remember in the bar last night. Supposedly this was the guy Amy knew she was predestined to marry. Of course the guy hadn’t a clue of this and must have been flirting with Karen. At least that’s what Amy had in her mind at the moment.

Karen decided she should at least try to smooth things out. She tried the door. It was locked. She finally managed to take off her running shoes and socks and throw them in the corner. She walked to the other room to find Steve.

“Hey baby, looking good in those shorts. Man you have some legs on you.” a rather annoying and unwelcome voice belted from the couch.

“Hey Brad, where’s Steve?” Karen asked in the most emotionless voice she could muster.

It did cross her mind that running kept her body pretty taught. Before Brad could even answer, Steve walked in from the kitchen with two beers in his hands. From the look on his face these were not there first beers of the day. This was hardly surprising of course as this was Steve’s “Class free” day.

“Hey K what’s up? Man, you look pissed.” Steve stammered.

“Can you straighten out Ms. Prozac? She locked herself in the room again. I really don’t need this today.” Karen unloaded on Steve.

“Whoa missy it’s not my day to baby sit you two. We’re watching the game.” Steve said as he quickly turned on the TV.

Sweaty, hot and pissed off Karen’s face grew red. Her mind ran rampant with the coming flood of insults.

Seeing the brewing storm Steve preempted with “Hey just teasing, I’ll talk to her. Here take a shower and drink this.” Steve said as he handed her the beer.

The sound of the basketball game starting on TV along with Steve’s gesture of peace, calmed Karen enough to grab the beer and march into the bathroom and close the door.

She wasn’t sure how she would drink the beer in the shower but she opened it and took a cold swallow. She had to admit it felt good, tasted good and made her smile a bit. She breathed out. Steve would take care of it. She needed to relax. She turned on the water and slipped out of her jog-bra and running shorts and tossed them in the laundry chute. She held her hand in the water feeling the temperature and looked in the mirror. At 5’2″ with her dark brown pixie hair cut and small frame she could pass for and elf she was thinking. “Well a reasonable etlik escort well endowed elf.” She kidded her self.

The water felt right so she stepped into the shower. The shower felt great relaxing her whole body. After washing up she stood there a while letting the water run over her body and drown everything out. Finally she turned off the water and reached for her towel.

After drying off and putting on lotion she wrapped the towel around her and peaked out the door. Steve and Brad were engrossed in the game as was Eric, the cute guy from next door, who had joined them. She actually had a secret crush on Eric and at first she thought twice about letting him see her without makeup.

Her plan though was to make “the Dash” as she had come to call it from the bath room to the bedroom. It would only expose her in her towel to them for a second. She downed the last of the beer, held her towel close and dashed around the corner to the bedroom door. They hadn’t even noticed. She turned the knob.

“Damn it Amy open this frickin’ door!” Karen shouted with frustration. She could hear the music on in the room and knew Amy was listening to music and still pouting. She pounded on the door again.

“Amy, you got two seconds!”

“Go away!” Amy sniffled back from inside the room.

“AMYY, OPEN the DOOR!” Karen said with deep determination.

Just then she heard footsteps behind her.

“Sorry K, she just doesn’t want to come out. What did you do?” Steve asked.

“What did I do? I moved in with a nutcase that’s what I DID!” Karen shouted now more frustrated then ever.

“Calm down. Here have another beer. Go sit in my room for a little bit and relax.” Steve said offering a beer.

Karen took the beer. She stared at Steve, unsure what to do.

“She is such a nut. I am sick of it. Why should I have to constantly put up with her insanity?” Karen spit out as she opened the beer and took a sip.

Steve put his arm around her to guide her away from the door. For a moment she rested her head on Steve’s shoulder. Then she slammed down the rest of the beer, trying to wash down her growing anger. “I need another one of these.”

She said as she shot past Steve and around the corner toward the kitchen.

About half way into the living room she realized that both Brad and Eric were staring at her towel clad body. Karen froze.

“Now that’s an outfit!” Brad slobbered out.

Karen shot him her most “stab you in the heart” look, and turned back into the hallway.

Brad got up and headed into the bathroom but lingered at the door continuing to take her in.

Steve seeing the situation said, ” Check my room. Something in there must be clean.”

Karen didn’t think that sounded too promising, but Steve’s room would get her away from Brads leering.

Steve was right most of his clothes were piled on the ground and the whole room had a musty dirty clothes smell. The only thing even hanging up in Steve’s closet was his Redwings Jersey.

“Guess this will have to do.” She thought to herself.

She dropped her towel and began to pull the Jersey over her head when she heard a commotion behind her. She pulled the jersey down covering her body and spun around seeing that the eve gelen escort door was ajar. She rushed over to the door. Steve and Eric had Brad pinned to the wall.

“What the fuck were you thinking jackass?” Steve asked in a half sober and very threatening manner.

Brad was laughing and said “Dude, you know how hot your roommate is I was just getting a look.”

Realizing what had transpired she lunged for Brad.

“You asshole.” She blurted out as she began to beat on him. Suddenly she felt an arm encircle her waist and gently pull her back. Eric was now holding her from tearing Brad to shreds.

“Get him out of here” Eric said.

“Dude why are you guys so hyper about this I was just getting a look. By the way Karen that is a cute little star on your back.” Brad stammered as Steve dragged him toward the door. The last statement got him slammed into the door jam on his way out.

Steve slammed the door behind him. There was a pounding on the door after it was closed and some muffled comments but Brad quickly gave up.

Steve looked over at Karen “Sorry, I know he is a jerk. I didn’t even seeing him headed there until the last second” Steve said.

Eric self-consciously seemed to realize he was still holding Karen pretty tight and let her loose.

“Yeah me neither.” Eric said sheepishly.

“Did he see me?” she asked knowing the answer due to Brad’s parting comment.

Neither one of them responded.

Finally Steve said “Why don’t I get you that beer.”

She sat down on the chair. Eric returned to his place on the couch. Both of them looked at the television as if the were starting to get absorbed in the game.

All Karen could think of was the thought of Brad seeing her naked. Had it been Eric she wouldn’t have minded as much. She pulled the blanket which was hanging on the back of the chair over her legs in some attempt at modesty, as she realized that she only had the Jersey covering her.

She suddenly became very aware of her body under the nylon of the jersey. She looked over at Eric. He seemed intent on the TV. Steve came back from the kitchen and handed her a beer and set a tray of cheese and crackers on the coffee table. She had to get up from the chair to reach them and each time had to pull on the hem of the jersey to keep from showing to much, each time replacing the blanket on her legs.

Finally Steve said “Ya know you can sit on the couch we don’t bite. There is plenty of room.”

He was right but she didn’t have much clothing on and it seemed strange to be so close to them with so little on. She decided she was being silly and slid over to the couch and sat between them. She brought he blanket with her to cover her legs.

The game dragged on for several more beers. Steve kept getting up to check on Amy but nothing changed the door was still locked and she her only statement was “Go away!” The game ended but the boys quickly found another one to watch. Karen felt herself starting to get a little tipsy off the beer but it felt good to relax. They were all just kicking back and having a good time.

They all started getting more comfortable on the couch as the game went on. Karen leaned more toward Steve, her head almost in his lap.

Finally gaziosmanpaşa escort Eric said “You can put your legs up if you want.”

Karen looked at him. Wrapped the blanket around her legs so as not to give a show and brought them up on his lap. This put her head in Steve’s lap and Steve sweetly put his arm across her to her other arm.

It was kind of funny, Karen thought to herself that Steve avoided touching her breast. The game went on and so did the drinking. Sometime in the 3rd period Eric pulled the blanket over himself also, and in doing so put a hand on her calf. Chills ran down Karen’s spine but nothing seemed to some of it.

After the game was over a movie came on. None of them moved much just laid there on the couch. Karen was getting pretty sleepy and Steve was gently stroking her hair. Her eyes slowly closed. It felt so good and he was being so gentle. She felt Eric shift.

“Sorry I gotta use the bathroom,” Eric said as he found his way out from under Karen’s legs.

Karen smiled and looked up at Steve. He was looking at her with a smoldering look. There lips touched. She was kissing him; He was kissing her. Then the toilet flushed and she pulled away. Eric came back in and took his place again. Now she was not even paying attention to the movie. He body was feeling Steve’s every move. Steve’s hand was now on her breast, stroking it. She looked over at Eric to see if he noticed but he didn’t seem to . She snuggled closer to Steve. He was stroking her hair again. He felt so warm against her. He leaned down and kissed her. Again they were kissing. His hands began to move across her. The world kind of disappeared for a second. Then she felt Eric’s hand begin to move up her thigh. “Oh my god what am I doing?” she thought to herself. But the attention of these too guys just felt too great. She kissed Steve harder. Eric’s hand continued its way up.

“I should stop him.” She thought to herself but did nothing.

Next she felt her shirt pulled over her head. She was still partially wrapped in the blanket but Steve and Eric’s hands began to find every part of her body. She pulled off Steve’s shirt. Steve kissed her deeper. She felt kissing on her neck and turned to kiss Eric. There hands were attacking her now, finding there way inside her, stroking her. Then there clothes too were off. She grabbed Steve and began stroking him, finally taking him into her mouth. Eric had his fingers inside her driving her crazy. Then for a second they were gone only to be replaced by an incredible feeling of fullness as Eric began driving into her. She came first, then Eric. But they were not done yet, they kept kissing her. Then Steve entered her, driving into her gain and again. She was hit by wave after wave of orgasm. They were all on the floor at this point and they were finding every part of her.

Finally it all stopped. She was naked on the carpet in the living room in the arms of two men. Steve kissed her and got up taking his clothes with him into the bathroom. Eric grabbed his stuff, put on his clothes, gave her one last kiss and walked out the front door. Now she was alone, naked in the living room. She pulled the jersey on and sat up on the couch. Steve came back out of the bathroom.

“Where’s Eric?” he asked casually.

“He left.” She said looking at Steve for some reaction from him. Had he lost respect for her? Did he know she wasn’t the kind of girl to do these things?

“Are we OK?” Steve asked.

Before she could answer, Amy stepped out of her room with a just woke up look on her face.

“I’m sorry guys.” Amy said.

Karen looked at Steve and then at Amy and half heartedly said “It’s ok.”

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“Wow, what a great little place!” I thought to myself.

The food was just right, not too heavy and spiced so nice! And to make everything just perfect, they have someone playing guitar out on the deck. I don’t know how Joanne and I find these places but it just makes a beautiful day like this even better! I’m glad the singer is doing originals and if she does a cover, she at least has the talent to make it her own version. Because if I hear “Tequila Sunrise” one more I’ll just barf!

“So, what did you order us to drink on this beautiful day, babe?”

“Why a tequila sunrise!”

We’re sitting on the deck, the sun is warm, the music is great and the only other people here is another couple sitting a couple of tables away from us. When the singer goes on break, the guy comes over with his girl and introduces themselves.

“Hi, I’m Tom, and this lovely lady is Sandy. We saw you over here and thought that…”

“I just love… the peasant blouse your wearing!” Sandy interrupts and says to Joanne. Before Joanne can answer Sandy is feeling the fabric.

“Well I’m Michael and the lady with the apparent attractive blouse is Joanne.”

“Hi!” Joanne says to Tom and then turns to Sandy and says, “I just love these and the material is so light, I can’t remember where I bought it, but it’s funny I was thinking the same thing about your top. I think that open shoulder look is so… sexy and your blouse has that low-cut neckline. Where did you get that!”

“Gee girls, if you love each other’s clothes so much, why don’t you exchange blouses! But Tom, no matter how much I love that pair of jeans you have on, I’m not switching pants with you, besides you look pretty jacked! Do you work out?”

Joanne reaches out and feels Tom’s arm, “Oh my god, you do work out!”

“Thanks, I’m on a bodybuilding team from the gym I go to. I hope that you folks don’t mind if I show off a little.”

“Of course not.” we say, “Go for it.” Tom takes off his t-shirt. Man is this guy jacked! He does that typical pose with his forearms in the air, Joanne can’t help but rub his chest.

Joanne is still rubbing Tom chest when Sandy says, “Yeah but he’s working out all the time, so there’s no time for me.”

Tom is putting his shirt back on when he says, “Mike’s right, why don’t you girls go switch blouses if you like each other’s so much.” And then he adds with a wink, “I’m sure we’ll be able to tell you apart afterward.”

The girls go off and to my dismay, Tom orders another round of “tequila sunrises”.

I find out that Tom and Sandy live only a couple of miles from here in a modest lakefront house. He also plays a little guitar, so we have something in common to talk about.

When the girls get back, Joanne looks great, Sandy looks good but that low cut of the blouse Joanne now has on really shows off her boobs!

Tom can’t help but say, “You really fill out that shirt a lot more than Sandy did Joanne. Nice! But if I can make a suggestion,” He gives me a wink and reaches over and pulls the blouse down a little to show more of Joanne’s cleavage. “There, that’s better, wouldn’t you all agree, you look Hot now!”

Sandy chimed in, “I know that when we were changing I couldn’t help but look over and admire your breast, Joanne. I wished that you didn’t have a bra on!”

I thought Joanne started sticking out her chest to make her tits looks bigger. She did look “hot” and I could feel myself getting aroused.

Joanne had to be pleased and replied, “Well if it gets any hotter today, maybe someone could un-snap me and I’ll just have to go bra-less.”

“I’ll drink to that! Turn up the heat!”, Tom bellowed

Sandy picked up her “tequila sunrise” and drank it all down, suddenly she looked sad. And she whimpered, “I guess I don’t have the type of body that men stare at.”

Now Sandy is about 5’6″ with one of those long faces. I wouldn’t say she was pretty but she was far from homely. She had nice sandy blond hair and these long legs with a tight little ass. She was wearing a pair of cut off jean short shorts that were beyond being too short.

I had to say, “Hey Sandy, come on, you have those legs that I’m sure men just want wrapped around their faces.” Joanne shot me a look, “So let’s drink to Joanne’s breast and Sandy’s legs.”

“And Tom’s hard body!” Joanne threw in. (She can be such a bitch sometimes!)

The smile was back on Sandy’s face. She uncrossed her legs, stretched them out and spread them apart. She gave me a look and licked the “tequila sunrise” from around her lips.

We’re drinking and eating appetizers. And the nice thing about this couple is they are the touchy type. Which make Joanne and me touchier. When I order more drinks, Tom doesn’t hesitate to give me hug. When Sandy complement’s Joanne, Joanne give her a little kiss on the cheek. When I say my back is sore, Sandy gives me a little back rub. Tom for no reason will pat the girls on the bum. Or Sandy will ask me, “Do you think these shorts are too tight?” and I place a finger eryaman escort under the rim of her shorts and move it along the bottom so I could feel her butt. And of course, Tom keeps pulling down Joanne’s blouse. In short, we are getting along fabulously and everyone is doing some harmless flirting!

After a couple of hours, Tom finally suggest, “We were just wondering if you would care to partake in a bowl of nice smoke that would be perfect for a day like this?”

“Well Tom, that’s very friendly of you, but I don’t want to smoke something and be in a coma for the rest of the day. Unless it is something that’s more cerebral and mind opening.”

Tom just smiles and says, “I knew you two were cool from just looking at you! No this is something that will make your senses open up. Everything will look more vivid. Sounds will be more pleasing. The conversation will be deeper. Touching will be more forefilling.”

“Well Tom, break it out.”

“It’s back at the ranch. Jump in our car and we’ll all go there and maybe we can go for a swim.”

Joanne takes hold of Tom’s hand and says, “Gee I don’t have a bathing suit!” and Tom’s eyes light up!

I’m in this SUV and I’m wondering, how does this stuff happen to Joey and me. We just seem to find a good time! You would think we were all college kids! We’re laughing and joking, just a great time.

As advertised their house is in a great location on a nice big lake. There are no other houses even around it! They have their own private beach with a dock.

“Make yourselves at home, there is a bathroom inside the house and that door leads directly to a half bath. The house isn’t much, but it’s the privacy and the view that we like.”

It seems from out of nowhere, Sandy has appeared with a blender and an array of bottles. As she’s getting some nice frozen drinks ready. Tom brings out this nice big water pipe built for four.

“With just the two of us, I usually never get to fire this baby up.” And he pours in some Apricot Brandy and loads up the bowl. “This stuff will start off slow and then hit you like a tidal wave!”

“Sunshine, great drinks, smooth smoke, and wonderful company! I thank you both.” I announce.

The weed is so smooth no one even chokes or coughs. When the bowl is spent Joanne walks to the end of the dock turns to us and in a very sexy voice says, “I can’t wait to feel that cool water .. all over.. my body.” As she drags her hands up her legs and over her tits and sways her ass! “I’m going in.” And so she slowly peels off her shorts and panties and then slowly removes her blouse and bra. It was a nice little strip tease and all our eyes were on her.

Tom whispered, “Nice Ass!”

Sandy agrees and added, “Nice breast!” And Sandy walked over to Joanne and cupping Joanne’s face with her hands, slowly dragged her hands down over Joanne’s shoulder and over her tits until she has her hands on Joanne’s hips!

I say, “Girl on Girl action to watch, nothing better in my book!”

But Sandy jumps out of her clothes and tells at us strip down. Which is a little disappointing. Her ass isn’t as nice as I thought it might be and her tits are only a mouthful, not like Joanne’s nice round full orbs. Tom and I take off our clothes as fast as we can. Tom has the body I could only wish for. Because he does those body builder contest, he has shaved all the hair from his body. But he must use steroids because saying that his now stiff dick is of a moderate size would be a compliment. It really isn’t that big at all. I have my clothes off and my cock is rock hard.

Just as if she is announcing the winner of a contest, Sandy does the honors and we all cheer,

“Tom has the best body!”

“Joanne has the nicest breast!” As she runs her fingers over Joanne’s nipple.

“I have the legs!” And she grabs, her pussy.

“And Michael has the penis that a girl would want to fill her!”

I don’t feel so intimidated by Tom sculptured body after she said that.

Joanne walks over and gives my cock a stroke, and says, “Please don’t say penis, this, this is a cock!”.

Everyone laughs and we jump into the water and act like little kids in a pool. The sexual tension has diminished so my cock isn’t as hard. The pot is really starting to hit me now, and the feel of the water and the reflections off the water are beginning to play games with my mind. Everyone is splashing and diving under.

Tom says to swim underwater with your eyes open. I do and it’s like being a fish! You can see everything so clear. Sandy tells us to drip water on ourselves and feel it running down. This is absolutely magical! It’s so hard to describe. Your body is warm from the sun and as the water drips off you, it tingles the path down and what’s more your skin seems to glow where the water is dripping. I wish I had a video of this. We’re all standing in the lake, slowly dripping water on ourselves. We are, as they say, totally spaced out. I think I would esat escort have done that all day except Tom finally came over to me and tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, “Look at the girls!”

Sandy has gone over to Joanne and is participating in this with Joanne. Sandy take a hand full of water and drips in on Joanne’s back. She then uses a finger to trace the path that water took. All the way down to Joanne’s butt and then down the crack of Joanne’s ass, Sandy moves to the front of Joanne and does the same thing, letting her fingers move down Joanne’s body until her finger is caressing the lips of Joanne’s love nest.

Both Tom and I are enjoying the show and our dicks are hard again. Tom moves behind me and he starts massaging my shoulders and I feel him place his dick on the crack of my ass. I tighten up my ass muscles to hold his cock between the cheeks of my ass.

Sandy has gone from using her finger to using her hands all over Joanne’s body.

She is caressing Joanne’s ass! She is cupping Joanne’s tits and giving the nipples a little tweak! She is rubbing Joanne’s legs and placing her hands on Joanne’s pussy!

Joanne is getting so turned on! Her eyes are closed and she’s breathing heavy. Her tits appear to be fuller than before. Her nipples are sticking out and rock hard. She is licking her lips with her cute, tight, pointy tongue.

Sandy final kisses Joanne and it’s as if Joanne wakens from a dream. The girls go into a passionate embrace their mouths locked in a hard kiss and their tongues dancing. Joanne is pulling on Sandy’s ass and has a finger trying to slip into Sandy’s butt.

Meanwhile, Tom’s hands are all over me, squeezing my nipples and playing with my dick. He’s starting to pump me from behind and I tell him, “Take it slow big guy! I want that dick up my ass when you cum so I can feel it!”

I can feel his excitement as he rubs the cheeks of my ass!

The girls are in a mad sexual frenzy. Joanne is sucking on Sandy’s tits, Sandy sucks on Joanne’s tits. Their hands are all over each other. Joanne is fingering Sandy and then putting her finger in Sandy’s mouth so Sandy can taste her own pussy juices. They lock in an embrace and Sandy is pumping her pussy into Joanne’s leg. All this time Sandy is slowly moving Joanne over to the dock and when she gets there she has Joanne get up on the dock and spread her legs. Sandy leans over, so her ass is facing us and buries her face in Joanne’s pussy and starts licking like a mad woman.

I tell Tom, “Grab that bottle of suntan oil! Hope you don’t mind but I’m going to fuck Sandy doggy style as she eats Joanne’s pussy, and I want you to fuck me up the ass!”

I make my way over and take Sandy’s ass and with no problem. I find the entrance to her wet pussy. No sooner do I have my dick in Sandy do I feel Tom soaking my ass with the oil and using his finger to open up my tight bum. He then slowly pushing his cock up my ass. I could have orgasmed right then. It hurt at first, but after his dick was in me, it was erotic. (Thankfully he had a small cock. How does my cock ever get into Joanne’s ass?)

Joanne is moaning and starting to get vocal now. She is rubbing her own tits or pushing Sandy’s face deeper between her legs. She can see me fucking Sandy and Tom fucking me. Which turns her on even more! She smiles at me.

She moans, “Lick my cunt bitch! Taste my pussy! Smell my pussy! Do I taste good? Is Mickey’s cock filling your pussy! Is Mickey pumping you good! Lick me! Do you like that dick in your ass Mickey? Pump Mickey good Tom. Fill him up with your cum!”

I reach down between Sandy’s legs and start rubbing her clit. Which actually made her bring her head up for air and then she went right back to eating Joanne’s pussy.

Sandy had her hands under Joanne’s ass and was putting a finger in Joanne’s ass. Sandy was moaning between licking. Joanne was moaning

I was in sexual bliss. My lovely Joanne’s was going to cum getting her pussy eaten by another girl. (What a turn on!) My cock was in a nice warm wet pussy, and I had a dick up my ass pumping me. It was all too much. I moaned, “I’m going to fucking cum…I’m cumming… I’m cumming …don’t stop fuckin my ass!” and then I could feel Tom’s hot cum shoot into my ass which just made me cum even more as he started yelling, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I could feel the head of Tom’s Dick get nice and full and then feel his hot cum shoot into my ass!

Joanne’s breathing was erratic. She was pumping her pussy into Sandy’s face. I could see her fingers dig in and I knew she started cumming. “Lick me deep Sandy. Slide your tongue deep into my love nest and suck out my pussy juices! Lick every drop of my cum!”

And before my dick started going limp, I could feel Sandy’s pussy tighten and felt the wave of an orgasm overtake her. She was moaning and licking Joanne’s pussy at the same time. Again and again, she would push her ass back toward me slamming my dick further into her.

It etimesgut escort was over and for a second all I could hear was the sound of birds and the wave breaking on the beach.

Joanne is lying down on the dock, I went over and started kissing her lovely face. Sandy and Tom came up and started each playing with and sucking on Joanne’s tits. It was as if we didn’t want the sex to end.

Joanne managed to say, “This is fabulous!”

I finally stand up and say, “Hey, what is there to eat around here? I’m famished.” The response I get is different from each of them, “Pussy!” “Dick!” “Tits!” And everyone is laughing,

“That’s for dessert!” I joke.

Tom doesn’t put on any clothes but the girls put on some of Tom’s Flannel shirts. It’s so relaxing.

Sandys throws some ribs on the grill and her an Joanne make up a nice salad. I notice the girls are giggling from time to time and sharing a little kiss.

Tom and I make a nice size fire in the fire pit, and we make some jokes about being careful or someone will get their ass burned. Tom says, “Hey I’m not that one with body hair. You’re the one who should be worried.” As he grabs my ass cheeks.

After we eat we end up sitting around the fire, relaxing with a hot cup of spiked coffee.

Sandy looks at Tom and me and then ask, “What do you think Joanne, Since, a woman knows the female body better than any guy could, was that the best anyone has licked your pussy?”

“I hate to disappoint you Sandy, but Mickey is still the best! And if he had a balloon it would blow your mind!”

“Balloon? Tom do we have any balloons? Could we go to the store! I’ll just have to have Michael eat my pussy then.”

Joanne finally ask, “So Mickey, how did you like getting ass fucked?”

Sandy laughs “What! Do you mean to say that that was a virgin ass before today! Did you pop your cherry?”

“I thought that you might be a virgin Mike, your ass was so nice and tight, Well, what did you think? Want to go for it again?”

“Well, actually it was great, although my butt is still a little sore. I’m so jealous of Joanne getting butt fucked all these years and that I waited so long. Feeling your dick slide in and out of me was so stimulating and the feel of your hot cum pumping into me was just great. But I was thinking that maybe I would try sucking your cock the next time.”

“Well Mike, I was hoping to get my dick into the pretty little pussy of Joanne’s.”

“Somebody start writing this down. I was thinking that because Sandy ate my pussy, I was hoping to eat her and sip on her cum.” Joanne responded.

All this sex talk was turning us on.

I walked over to Sandy and gave her a kiss and said, “You have some serious decisions to make here lady! Do you want me or Joanne to eat your pussy?”

Joanne kissed Sandy next and said, “Like you said Sandy, a woman could do a better job eating you than a man!”

Tom finally said, “I have it and I think we’re going to be a square. Joanne will eat Sandy, I’ll eat Joanne, Mike can get his wish and suck me off and Mike will get the blowjob of his life from Sandy.”

I had to add, “Well in theory that sounds great, but there is no way that it’s going to happen, Hey I’m an Engineer I should know. Do you want to see my calculations? The angle of the tangle is equal to the heat of the meat squared. (Nobody even laughed!)

“No! It Won’t work because you guys will blow your load way before Joanne and me.”

“See that Joanne, Sandy doesn’t have the faith that you can do a good job eating her.” I teased.

“I didn’t say that! Joanne is going to make me cum all over her face.”

Joanne was standing in front of Tom and he was rubbing her butt, “Oh man, would I love to fuck this ass.”

I crawled over and was laying on Sandy, feeling her tits and sucking on her nipples as I whispered, “Sure you wouldn’t rather have my cock in your wet pussy again?”

“Oh that would be nice.”

Joanne turned around and knelt down and placed Tom’s dick in her mouth and was licking nice and fast.

I saw Joanne’s ass up in the air and asked Sandy, “Or maybe you’d like to tongue fuck Joanne’s nice round ass!”

That’s when Joanne rolled over to us and pushed me off Sandy and started sucking on Sandy’s tits, I was rubbing Sandy’s legs and Tom came over to start kissing her face. She was in heaven. Joanne starts moving downwards kissing and licking. She then gently rolled Sandy over and Joanne laid down looking up and her pretty face disappeared between Sandy’s legs.

Without hesitation, Tom laid on the ground and at first started stimulating Joanne with his fingers and I saw his finger fucking her delicious pussy and saw her start pumping his hand. Sandy was already pumping Joanne’s face!

I wanted to fuck all of them. I bent down over Sandy’s ass and start licking her ass and tonguing her butt hole. “Let’s see who cums first!” I thought.

I found the bottle of Sun tan oil and started rubbing them all. I rubbed Joanne’s tits with the oil. I dripped it on the crack of Tom’s ass and fingered his butt hole. I dripped it down Sandy’s ass. Joanne had her arms around Sandy’s butt and was now fingering Sandy’s ass as she licked and sucked on Sandy’s pussy. Tom was doing about the same to Joanne. They were all moaning and sweating and pumping. It was time for me to join the party.

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When we walked into the small pub, the lights were dim and the hour was late. There are were still many people there, some sitting around tables and some lingering around the bar itself. A soft mutter filled the room, the muddled conversations of the pub patrons. Some of the lights were blue, some were red, but most of the lights gave off a dim yellow hue.

I grabbed Rob’s hand and gave him a playful look over my shoulder as I led him across to the bar and ordered a couple of drinks; an old fashioned for him, and a toasted almond for me-no-a lemon drop for me; I was feeling less cozy and more fuck me.

It was a warm summer night, and I was wearing a knee-length deep blue silky skirt, which was loose and flowing. I had paired it with simple heels, and a low cut off-white t-shirt. Through the t-shirt, my bright red bra was visible, and I noticed that Rob had been sneaking glances at it all evening. Sometimes he would slip a finger down my shirt, inside my bra, and fondle a nipple gently. I could feel his cock harden in his pants each time he made this move.

We sat down at a table in a shadowy blue corner, and talked quietly about our day touring the area. Our conversation was light, but we both knew how horny we were and inwardly couldn’t wait to get back to our hotel and fuck for the rest of the evening… Just then, an English gentleman came up to our table with a tall beer in his hand, and asked, “Evening. Mind if I sit awhile at your table?” We agreed, and I invited him to sit on my other side. He was attractive, medium build, with some scruff on his face, thick black eyebrows, hazel eyes and dark messy hair. I was pleasantly surprised by how closely he sat down next cebeci escort to me. Our legs touched, and he was warm.

The three of us made small conversation for a while, maybe 15 minutes, before he commented happily about how open and cheery we seemed to be, with he, a complete stranger from a foreign country. By this point, I had already had three drinks and was feeling bold. At first, I was just playfully touching his arm [his name was William; Will for short] and giggling at some joke or another… Then I began resting my hand on his leg. He gave me a knowing, roguish look. It didn’t take long before I had one leg intertwined with Rob and my other leg caressing up Will’s own. My hand making its way slowly toward his cock. Before I touched the crotch of his pants, I could feel the heat of his hardon. My legs were spread wide under the table, to reach the men on both sides of me. My pussy was slick and dripping wet with excitement.

Still making some casual conversation, I felt Rob’s hand slide inside my skirt, push my drenched panties out of the way, and touch my full clit. The sensation was amazing! My clit was alive with sensitivity, and my entire body tingled as he rubbed his fingers along my sopping wet pussy and clit. The look on Rob’s face was obvious now, and when I reached my hand out to stroke his cock, I could already feel the pre-cum soaking through his pants. With my other hand, I took Will’s hand and guided him into my dripping hole as well. He was no longer making small talk, but kissing my neck instead. Rob started kissing the other side of my neck, and down my chest, pulling out one of my tits discretely çukurambar escort and sucking on it-my tits were standing erect and extremely sensitive. With Rob’s tongue and mouth sucking on my tit, and Will’s warm fingers pushing deeper into my pussy, I thought I would cum right then. It was all I could do to suppress a pleasure-filled moan. I gave a throaty whisper to Rob and Will, “We should go back to our place. Will, do you want to join us…?” Will just responded by kissing me deeply on the mouth, and turning his body more toward my own. He plunged two of his fingers deeper inside me. Rob stopped what he was doing, took a few deep breaths, fished inside his pocket and left a few 20s on the table. Then, the three of us made our way out of the bar and down the cobblestone road toward our hotel block.

We did not make it into the hotel. The ally way was made more shadowy by the absence of the light from a nearby street lamp. Will pulled me into the ally, and spread my legs, while holding me against the wall. He pressed himself into me. Rob was right there with us; he took my shirt off, pinched my nipples, licking them, and sucking on my neck. Before I was aware, Rob had his cock out and was stroking it, rubbing it against my thigh and stomach. My skirt was getting wet from the pre-cum of both guys, and my own juices, once Will had bent down, gone under my skirt, and removed my panties completely. He was licking my clit in slow, smooth, firm laps with his warm, wet tongue. My pussy was gushing and I could tell that I was making his face wet. His hands gripped my thighs, as if I would try to go anywhere else. I let demetevler escort my head back and moaned in ecstasy! It felt sooo fucking good!

After I came-twice-Will stood up and Rob and I bent down. I unzipped Will’s pants and pulled out his hard cock. It was big, maybe 8 inches, and thick. But with Rob’s help, we sucked him to climax in about 2 minutes. We took turns downing Will’s cock, and licked up the sides of it together. He came deep into my throat as he braced himself against the wall behind me. His shallow breathing kept me turned on, and he wasn’t done with me yet, even though he had cum…

Rob had already cum too, and I felt his warm, sticky fluids dripping down my thigh and onto my calf, but he was still hard. Will leaned against some crates on the opposite side of the ally, and was also still hard. I climbed on top of his waiting cock, and his hands gripped my waist. Rob lifted my skirt front out of the way, and licked rapidly at my throbbing clit, as I rode Will slowly and deeply, up and down along his hot shaft. With one of my hands, I stroked Rob at the same time. Rob stopped licking me long enough to stand up and let me suck on his cock too.

Will turned me around so that I was sitting backwards on him, then he stood up and started fucking me doggy-style in a standing position… My own cum gushed out of me audibly, and ran down his balls and my inner thighs. I felt him pulse inside me as he came. Then, he loosed his grip and let me go. I grabbed Rob and steadied his body against the wall, then jumped onto his rock-hard erection, and rode him forcefully. The sucking and gushing sounds made my cumming pussy turned him on so much that he turned around and pushed my body against the wall instead, forcing himself balls-deep inside me until his second climax.

After the ally way, we bid Will goodnight, and walked the rest of the short way back to our hotel. Still a dripping mess, we made it back up to our room safely. Rob spent the rest of that night fucking my extra-sensitive pussy softly. Best. Vacation. Ever.

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Sometimes, a man just has to start over. He’s cruising along, enjoying life, and suddenly he’s face down in the mud. That kind of thing changes a guy. If he’s lucky, things turn out for the best.

* * * * *

Frank, the division manager, called me into his office. He and I had gotten fairly close over the years. My wife, Julia, and I had gone out to dinner with him and his wife a few times, and we had been to parties at each other’s houses.

“Shut the door,” he said. “Come, sit down.”

I did, and he just stared at his desk. This wasn’t good.

“Frank, what’s ….” I began.

“Look, Mike, I don’t know how else to tell you this. I just got off a conference call with corporate. Those shit-heads are closing down the Michigan operation, and moving other stuff around. ‘Cost-cutting and efficiency measures’ they called it. Apparently, they’ve been planing this for months. They told me that you and your entire department are done. I’m sorry.”

“I have to transfer?” I asked.

“They said re-location of employees is expensive, especially in a shitty real estate market. The damn bean-counters call the shots in this company, so very few people are going to move from one operation to another. Every facility is having one or more departments eliminated, and only a few guys are getting offered transfers. You’re not one of them.”

“What the fuck? I’m getting canned?”

Frank wouldn’t look at me, but he nodded his head.

“Effective when?”

“The end of the month. Mike, I’m so sorry. None of us division managers saw it coming.”

“The end of the month? That’s less than three weeks away! What the hell am I supposed to tell my people?”

“We’ll work on that tomorrow. Right now, I want you to go home. I’ll tell your secretary there was a family emergency or something. I don’t know what else to say, Mike. I wish there was something I could do.”

It took me a while, but finally I said, “I know you do. I’m going to take you up on that offer of the afternoon off. Tell Sandy my lunch didn’t agree with me. She and the gang can take care of stuff for the rest of the day.”

“Okay,” Frank said. The poor bastard looked like he wanted to cry.

It’s a good thing there are no windows on the side of the building where I parked. People would have called the guys with the very long sleeved jacket to come and get me if they had seen me sitting in my car, cursing like a raging madman, and pounding my fists on the steering wheel. Sixteen fucking years I gave to this company, pretty much my entire adult life, and they’re throwing me out like a used tampon!

After a while, I got myself calmed down enough to drive home. I needed a drink and some good loving.

Julia would be home doing the same thing she always did on nice afternoons when she didn’t teach a class at the university. She’d be out back by the pool, working on her all-over tan.

“Yeah, that’s it!” I thought. “I’ll park on the street and sneak into the house. I’ll make us drinks, strip, and go out and surprise her. We’ll see where things go from there.”

In the kitchen, I had just gotten some glasses out of the cabinet when I heard something from outside. It sounded like Julia. I couldn’t imagine who she was talking to, so I thought it would be a good idea to see who was out there before I dropped my pants. I walked to the patio door.

Things hadn’t been at their best between us lately, but marriages go through periods like that. Maybe I’m not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. I was completely unprepared to hear my wife moaning to my older brother, “Fuck me harder!”

I have no idea how long I stood there watching him pound her, but for some reason I didn’t move or make a sound until it was obvious they had both cum. Then, I opened the door.

Grabbing for his clothes, my brother stammered, “Mike! Holy shit! Look, man, it’s not what you think!”

My naked wife sat up, my brother’s cum oozing out of her. “Be quiet, Sean, of course it’s what he thinks.” Turning to face me, she said, “I’m in love with him. What should we do about that?”

For a second, I seriously considered which kitchen knives I was going to use on them, but then I decided that wouldn’t be such a good idea. Instead, I said, “This is the icing on the fucking cake! The shit-heads at corporate down-sized me out of my damn career today, along with my entire staff. I come home and find my goddamn brother fucking my wife. What’s next?”

“I didn’t want to do it this way, but I want a divorce,” the woman I learned about love with in high school twenty years earlier said.

“Good idea! I’ll call you this weekend and maybe come over so we can start working out the details. I’m gonna go pack some clothes. Oh, and Sean? Fuck you. Don’t make the mistake of being here when I come downstairs,” I said, walking back into the house.

I spent the rest of the month in a motel, going to the office to finish projects and transfer files to the division that would be taking over our workload. At night, I e-mailed resumes and drank. It wasn’t pretty.

When my job ended, I looked for a less temporary dikmen escort place to live. “Loft efficiency apartment,” the listing said. Yeah, well, it was basically a room above someone’s garage. Two burner stove, tiny fridge, ridiculous bathroom (when I sat on the toilet, my one knee was against the tub and the other against the sink), and a price I couldn’t pass up. There was enough room, if I did it just right, to bring all my clothes here, if I was willing to move boxes and suitcases around a couple of times a week. It was a monthly rental, and I was sure I’d get a good job and be able to afford a decent place in no time.

That didn’t happen.

Severance pay doesn’t last forever, and I sure as hell didn’t want to think about having to live on unemployment while paying my blood-sucking divorce lawyer. After spending two months running to interviews, I started working through a temp agency.

That’s how I met Yazhi. The first time I worked with her, I spent a lot of time trying not to stare. It wasn’t that she was wearing slutty, revealing clothes. We were doing office temp work, and she was dressed appropriately, in a crisp white blouse and a charcoal gray skirt. Maybe it was her hair that first attracted me. It was coal black, waist length, and held back from her face with a large turquoise and silver clip. This exotic-looking girl was a perfect specimen of Native American womanhood.

The second time I worked with her, we took our morning break at the same time. “I remember you from that job a few weeks ago, don’t I?” she asked.

“Yeah, how are you doing?”

“Pretty good for a temp worker,” she laughed, holding out her hand. “I’m Yazhi. Yazhi Sullivan. What’s your name?”

“Mike O’Connor. Irish as you can get.”

“Yeah, I kinda though so with the curly red hair and freckles.” she grinned.

“The kids in school called me Ronald McDonald.”

“Oh, childhood nicknames! I was the only Native American in my class in elementary school. They called me Pocahontas. But she was Algonquin. I’m Navajo.”

“With a name like Sullivan?”

“I’m divorced. I married outside the tribe.”

“What did you do before you signed up with the temp service?” I asked.

“My last real job was as a middle-school English teacher. That was almost two years ago. I’m not going back to teaching. What about you?”

“I was a quality-control engineer. My company down-sized.”

“Are you married?” she asked.

“Almost divorced. The day I got canned, I came home to find my wife having sex with my brother.”

“Ouch!” Yazhi exclaimed.

“Yeah, well, you have to move on.”

“Speaking of moving, we’d better move our asses back to work,” she said.

It was fun watching hers, following her out of the lunch room.

Yazhi and I took our breaks together for the rest of the week. By Friday, I had worked up the courage to ask her out. “Wanna get a drink after work?” I offered.

“Sure, but I don’t drink and drive.”

“I don’t really either,” I said.

“Come to my place. My housemate will be at work. We can just hang out until you think you’re legal to drive. I make damn good coffee.”

“Okay.” We exchanged numbers and addresses, and agreed that I would pick up a pizza on the way to her place.

She lived in an area of the city that I didn’t know very well, so when I turned onto her street, I was surprised to see that it was an area of upscale condos and single homes — much nicer than I had expected. Her house was one of the smaller ones, but it still looked expensive. I checked the address again.

Yep, this was the place. Interesting. I knew she must be earning about the same wage I was, but even without lawyer fees, I could never have afforded something like this, even with a housemate.

Yazhi opened the door as I was coming up the walk. She looked magnificent, dressed in a cropped orange tank top and tight, high-waisted white shorts. The bright bits of cloth contrasted beautifully with her rich, sun-darkened skin. Her nearly straight black hair was hanging loose, wisps of it falling carelessly around her face.

“Hey, Big Red!” she called.

I felt a slight rush of blood to my cheeks. “Big Red” was the other nickname some of the kids started calling me when I got to middle school. I had always been a large child, the tallest and bulkiest in my class. The football coach took one look at me and demanded that I sign up for the team. Most people assumed my nickname was because of my stature. For some, I’m sure it was, but the name started the first day I changed in the gym locker room in front of my teammates. I’m one of those ninety-ninth percentile guys.

That actually presented some problems for me. Even though my physical development was always a couple of years ahead of the rest of the guys, I was the last one in my group to lose my virginity. Why? The girls I got to touch me were scared of the damned thing.

“Come on in,” Yazhi said, holding the door for me. As I walked past her, I caught a hint of desert flowers and spice. I’m used to elvankent escort women wearing cologne of some sort, but this aroma was heady, even though it was very light. She smelled as exotic as she looked.

Her living room was furnished with an eclectic mix of modern and American primitive furniture. There was a large Navajo rug displayed over the sofa, a bison skull on the wall over the fireplace, and a traditional ceremonial headdress in a large display case in one corner of the room.

“Let’s eat in the kitchen,” she said. “Follow me.” Her slender brown legs were topped by a taut, athletic looking little ass that didn’t jiggle a bit as she moved gracefully away.

The kitchen was a sharp contrast to the living room. The rich, earthy colors there were replaced here by stark white walls, dark granite counter-tops, and stainless steel and black glass appliances. There was no color anywhere — just shades of gray. There were a few black-and-white nature photos in black frames on the walls. Even the table was chrome and smoked glass, with chrome and black leather chairs. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed a lush garden beyond the deck.

“Beer or wine?” she asked as she put slices of pizza on plates and carried them to the table.

“Beer, please.”

“Oh good. I know some people like wine with their pizza, trying to act Italian, but I’m about as American as a girl can get. Beer it is,” she said with a smile.

“This is a terrific place,” I said, between bites of my second slice.

“Thanks. My housemate let me take charge of decorating the common areas. She has no taste in decor,” Yazhi laughed. “But I have to give her credit. She was the one who found the place. The back yard was what got us to sign the papers Look at the privacy fence! We tan out there all the time.”

“What does your housemate do?” I asked. I was still wondering how these women could afford this house.

“She’s a model. Does some acting and stuff.”

“Really?”

“Wanna see her picture?”

“Sure.”

Yazhi grabbed her phone off the counter and pulled up an image. “Here she is,” she said, handing the phone to me. The screen showed a stunning blond, her long wavy hair arranged to just barely cover the nipples on a pair of naked, large, firm-looking breasts.

“Whoa,” I breathed. I don’t have a very good poker face.

“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Yazhi asked.

“Yeah.”

“You can look at the next picture too.”

I swiped my finger over the screen, and was greeted by a picture of Yazhi, her back turned toward the camera, completely nude and smiling over her shoulder while her housemate, equally naked, stood with her hand on the Navajo girl’s slender ass. Some care had gone into this pose. Arms, hands, and hair were positioned in such a way that the camera only caught large expanses of beautiful pale or bronze skin, almost, but not quite, exposing either girls’ nipples or genitals. It looked like the picture was taken on the back deck of this house.

“Holy shit,” I muttered.

“I thought you might like that one,” Yazhi giggled, grabbing her phone away.

“Uh, yeah! You ladies are both stunning. She’s a model, huh? What does she do? Swimwear?”

“Some, and lingerie. And other stuff.”

“Other stuff?”

“Yeah.”

“What other stuff?” I asked.

“Nude. Adult photos.”

“Really?”

“Does that bother you?” Yazhi asked.

“Should it?”

“No, it shouldn’t, but some people don’t approve.”

“Screw that” I said. “If a girl has been blessed with a beautiful body, I think it’s great if she’s willing to show it. I guess it pays pretty well,” I said, gesturing around the room.

“Most of the money comes from acting.”

“What kind of stuff does she do? TV?” I asked.

“No, movies,” Yazhi answered.

“Oh yeah? I don’t think I recognize her. What has she done?”

“Some indie films, and some other stuff. More pizza?”

“I’m good. Those were big slices.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re a big guy. Hell, I ate two slices!” Yazhi laughed. “Oh well, I’ll have to do an extra five minutes each on the treadmill and the Bow-flex tomorrow.”

“You have a Bow-flex?” I asked.

“It was my housemate, Ingrid’s idea, but once I read up on it, I agreed to go halves with her. I’ll show it to you later. Want another beer?”

I glanced at my watch. “Yeah, I guess I can have one more.”

“So can I. I’ll just do my penance tomorrow,” she said ruefully. “We can take our beer into the living room. The plates will wait.”

She grabbed two beers from the fridge and walked back into the living room. When I followed her, she said, “Let’s sit on the couch.” She kicked off her sandals, and sat with her legs tucked under her, facing me. “So who is Big Red, really?”

“I was born about twenty miles from here, went to the State University’s local campus, and got a job near where we’ve been working. My high school sweetheart went to the same University, and we got married right after graduation. She went on and got her PhD, and teaches emek escort there now. I had a good job until I got canned. I told you what else happened that day.”

“That sucks, Mike. So you’ve been doing temp work ever since?”

“Yup. I have a bachelor’s degree in manufacturing engineering, but the few jobs that are out there that don’t require advanced degrees go to whiz-kids with wet ink on their diplomas. There aren’t any jobs for middle-aged quality-control managers.”

“You’re not middle-aged! How old are you?”

“How old do you think I am?”

“Maybe I should put you on the treadmill and the Bow-flex to find out,” she teased.

“I never tried a Bow-flex. I used to go to the gym every day on my way home from work. Now it’s just running in the park and free-weights in the apartment.”

“It’s paid off,” she said, giving me the once-over. “Okay, the body is saying late-twenties, but the things you’ve said tell me you’re older.”

“I’m thirty-eight. If I live to be seventy-six, that’s middle-aged. That’s too old for an entry-level job, which is all I’m qualified for.”

“Age discrimination is illegal. Trust me, I know all about discrimination,” Yazhi said.

“I’ve heard some horror stories about the reservations,” I replied.

“Reservations are a lot like white-trash trailer parks or black ghettos. I never lived on one. Neither did my parents. My father is a surgeon and Mom is an orthodontist. They both do pretty well.”

“So, tell me more about Yazhi Sullivan.”

“Okay. We’ll start with age. I’ll be thirty in a couple of months.”

“I don’t believe it,” I said.

“Thank you, but it’s true. I have a bachelor’s in secondary English education, and was working on my master’s when I lost my job. Since I can’t go back to teaching, I’ve been working through that temp service. I know what you mean about the job market.”

“You said you’re divorced?”

“Yes,” Yazhi answered. “I got married right out of high school, which pissed my parents off properly. They didn’t like him at all. Dad used to call him ‘the stupid white boy.’ They wouldn’t have liked him regardless of his race though, because he was trash, but I was too young to see it. When I figured it out, I divorced him and went to college.”

“How long have you known your housemate?” I asked.

“Ingrid? It seems like forever. We were friends in school, but she hated the guy I married. We lost touch, and then we ran into each other again a few years ago.”

“You said she does some acting?” I asked.

“Yeah, but also some still photo glamor shot stuff. That’s where she is tonight.”

“You must be really good friends,” I said.

“We are.”

“I mean, to let you live here and decorate the place.”

“Both our names are on the mortgage, and we split all the bills fifty-fifty.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Mike, temp work is what I do to keep myself active in the mainstream job market. It’s my “mad money” not my only source of income. Ingrid and I do some work together.”

“You’re a model?”

“Yeah. I started as a toddler. I was the perfect little Indian kid to dress up in traditional costume and pose with some sun-dried old guy for tourist postcards. As I got older, I did some fashion shoots for teen clothing catalogs that were trying to be racially inclusive. Being Native American got me some jobs, and kept me from others.”

“I still can’t get over the idea that you’re twenty-nine years old,” I said.

“I was a small baby, and I’ve always been kind of small-statured. That’s even what my name means: ‘little one.’ It’s actually been a blessing. I kept working with those teen catalogs until I was twenty. Then I finally filled out a little and got into some swimsuit modeling and other work.”

As she was talking, I imagined what she might look like in a nice little micro-bikini.

“You wanna see the rest of the place? I’ll show you the Bow-flex”

I followed her out of the living room and up the steps. The wide stairwell repeated the primitive/native theme of the living room.

“That’s Ingrid’s room.” Yazhi pointed through an open door into a huge bedroom decorated in pastel shades, dominated by a king-size canopy bed. “And this is the fitness room,” she said, opening the door to a smaller room with a tanning bed, treadmill, and the fancy exercise machine. “This is where I’ll be tomorrow, undoing the damage of pizza and beer. Let me show you how the Bow-flex works.”

“Okay.”

She made some adjustments to the machine and did a few repetitions of an exercise that was intended to tone her abs, but that also had the effect of causing the hem of her top to rise. I wasn’t sure where to look — at the delicious-looking camel-toe displayed in her tight shorts or the exposed curve of the bottom of her breasts. The bright orange fabric was pulled taut over her nipples, which became more prominent with her every movement.

This woman had a phenomenal body. She knew it, I knew it, and my cock sure as hell knew it. I wondered how long I would be able to stare at her before my erection became too noticeable.

She jumped up and made some changes to the equipment, and then lay down on her belly to do some leg work. Hooking her heels under a padded bar, she worked the healthy-looking muscles of her calves, thighs, and ass. Her ass. God!. With the position she was in, her shorts strained to contain those flexing curves, and the cleft between her lips was obvious.

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I thought I would write to tell you about a training course that I recently attended. I work for a large Financial Services company and occasionally I am sent on residential courses, usually for a week. More often than not these are boring, having to spend time with a group of people I would normally never socialise with. However the course last week was different in that there were a lot of younger, fun and very attractive women on the same course as me. During the week we socialised a lot in the hotel bar in the evening and became quite friendly with a lot of harmless flirting. On the last night myself and a group of 6 girls were left in the bar at midnight and it was obvious that the hotel wanted to close the bar down but we were not ready for bed – knowing that we were unlikely ever to meet each other again. Kathryn suggested we buy some wine from the bar and take it back to her room and we all agreed, buying a bottle each.

Kathryn’s room was larger than the average hotel room with a large sitting area and we all sat down on the floor in that part of the room. When the first bottle was empty I was idly spinning it on the floor in front of me when Louise, another of the girls, asked me if I was planning a game of spin the bottle. I jokingly said that I was game if she was and a couple of the others said that it sounded a good idea. Di said she had never played spin the bottle (in truth neither had I) and what were the rules to which Danielle said that we had to sit round in a circle, the bottle was spun, and whoever it pointed to had to take an item of clothing off. There was silence around the group and I dared hardly breath hoping that there would be agreement to play as being the only man in a group of 7 I thought I had little to lose. A combination of the drink and not wanting to back down in front of the others meant that everyone agreed to play and so everyone sat around in a circle and I said as the only man I would spin first.

At this time I think I should go into a bit more detail on who the girls were. Kathryn, Louise, Di, Danielle, Gemma and Rachel were all in their mid to late twenties, and all were very attractive! Some had partners but I think this night was a case of out of sight out of mind, I was certainly not thinking about my fiancée at the time!! I am 32 and keep myself in reasonable shape and was certainly not worried about taking my clothes off in front of the girls – I was certainly looking forward to them doing the same in front of me.

My spin pointed to Di who took off her shoe and the game progressed similarly for several spins with shoes and socks being the only clothing lost. I noticed that a couple of the girls had nothing left on their feet and realised that before long the game was going to get interesting or someone would chicken out. However with the laughter and sexual tension in the air I really didn’t think anyone would not continue. Sure enough Danielle , who now had bare feet, lost and with a smile around the room she unbuttoned and took off her blouse revealing a nice black bra covering her ample tits. Soon several of the girls had taken their tops off, and then it was my turn to reveal my “6-pack”. By now I was starting to get excited with 4 girls displaying their bras, me with only my trousers and boxers on and a real sexual tension in the room.

Rachel then amazingly lost 3 spins in a row – first her top came off to show us her sexy white bra and then her jeans so we could see her matching white g-string (she had a very sexy bottom which we all saw when she gave us a twirl. Finally her bra came off and we all could see her ‘C’ cup breasts with the nipples already erect. By now my beşevler escort manhood was erect in my trousers and I am sure some of the girls had noticed this. Rachel asked what happens when one of us gets naked (she was obviously closest to this state) and it was Gemma who suggested we all write down 3 forfeits – 1 easy, 1 medium and 1 hard – that we would take once we had no clothes left. We took a 10 minute break while we wrote these down and I found it difficult to take my eyes off Rachel’s sexy bum and gorgeous tits. Di caught me looking and laughed as she pointed out I soon wouldn’t know where to look!!

Back to the game and it was my turn to lose again – leaving me just in my boxers and with a very impressive “tent pole” pushing out the front of them – it was now between me and Rachel who got naked first. The next few spins didn’t come towards us however and to summarise the current state of undress was:

Me – Boxers only

Rachel – g-string only

Di – Bra and g-string

Gemma – Bra, g-string & hold up stockings (she had agreed to leave these on especially for me!!)

Louise – Bra & g-string

Danielle – Bra, trousers (& whatever was underneath those)

Kathryn – Bra, skirt (& whatever was underneath the skirt)

So I had seen 4 beautiful bottoms as well as lots of cleavage and it was obvious everyone was up for a sexy time. Louise lost her bra next so I could see another fine pair of tits and Gemma followed suit next spin, and then it was Kathryn’s turn to lose 2 in a row. She surprised us all by taking her bra off the first time she lost – she and Gemma had the biggest tits and they looked magnificent as the were released from Kathryn’s bra. She then blushed as she lost again and as she took her skirt off it was obvious why – she had no panties on!! So Kathryn was the first to be totally naked and her dark trimmed pussy hair was there for us all to see. As she sat back down her legs were slightly apart and I saw the shiny pink slit between her lips glistening and obviously quite moist. Next it was the moment I had been waiting for – my turn to get naked – and I stood up and performed a mini striptease for the girls. They all cheered as my 8 inch dick was on show for the first time and by now it was completely erect and looking quite impressive. I could see the girls looking at it and a couple of them whispering and giggling – I hoped they were remembering the forfeits that were still to come.

Rachel and Di were naked before anyone got a forfeit and it was Di who was first to delve into the “easy” pile. The rule was you had to stand up and read the forfeit to the group and Di stood to tell us that she had to “french kiss the person on your right” (who happened to be Kathryn). I think this was the first time any of us had considered how the predominance of girls was going to make the forfeits very girl-on-girl, which pleased me no end, but Di and Kathryn certainly didn’t seem to mind as they had a deep kiss with plenty of tongues and Di even stroking Kathryn’s bum as they kissed. My cock was standing up like a flagpole as I watched this, and the bottle pointed to me again next so I had to take an easy forfeit. This one said “Kiss the chest of the person to your left”. This was Gemma who had the most impressive pair of tits and I had a very pleasant couple of minutes kissing and licking them while my hands stroked the flesh at the top of her hold-ups, always an erotic feeling!!. Her nipples became very hard and she let out a couple of involuntary moans as she was obviously enjoying the moment.

The only girls with any clothing büyükesat escort left on were Danielle (who still had bra and trousers), Louise (g-string) and Gemma (g-string and stockings). As it happened Gemma and Louise were next to lose so they were also naked (well Gemma had her stockings on but they were staying!!), and this gave me the opportunity to see 5 different pussies all at the same time. None was very hairy and Louise and Gemma showed they were natural blonds. Di was completely shaven and Rachel and Kathryn had Brazilians with just a thin strip of hair. Obviously Danielle was still a mystery as she was still nearly fully clothed.

Di lost again next and therefore had to get a forfeit from the medium pile. She smiled as she read it and then stood up and told us that she had to masturbate the person on her left for 2 minutes. I was delighted because this was me so Di asked me to stand up next to her and facing the rest of the group. She put her small hand around my cock and gently began to move it up and down – on each downstroke my foreskin was pulled down exposing my bulbous purple end and the feeling she was providing was most amazing. Two minutes actually passed very quickly although I am not sure how much more I could have taken without coming – there was already pre-cum oozing out of my knob which Di thoughtfully licked off as she sat down. Danielle lost next and she said that she was tired of waiting and would take the rest of her clothes off at once – revealing a beautiful pair of tits and another shaved pussy. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so confident because she lost the next spin as well and had to perform a mild forfeit. This was actually the one I had written which required her to kiss the person on either side of her in 3 different places each. She started with Gemma and kissed her on the mouth and both breasts. Rachel on the other side was kissed on her shoulder, bottom and finally pussy (and I could see Danielle’s tongue sneak out and give Rachel’s pussy a sneaky lick at the end of the final kiss).

So now everyone was naked and various forfeits had been done. Di was most at risk because her next forfeit was to be a “hard” one whilst me and Danielle had already performed “easy” forfeits. Louise was the next to do an easy forfeit, and it was easy. She had to kiss anyone in the room – and she chose me. This was a very pleasant experience as Louise is a very attractive blonde and we stood up and had a very pleasant kiss with my cock sandwiched between our stomachs and my hands resting on her bottom. Next it was Gemma’s turn, she had to massage the back of the person on her left – Danielle – for 1 minute. This again was quite tame but I did notice how Gemma’s hands regularly stroked Danielle’s bottom during the massage.

Then Rachel found the bottle pointing at her twice in a row! The first task, an easy one, was for her to kiss the person on her left. This was Louise so she had her second kiss in a short time, this time with another girl. They both seemed to enjoy the kiss and then Rachel had to choose a medium forfeit, only the second one so far. She stood up with a smile on her face and said that she had to pick any girl in the room and perform oral sex on her!! As Di had not been chosen so far Rachel thoughtfully said she would choose her and asked her to lie in the middle of the group on her back. Starting at her feet Rachel worked her way up Di’s legs until she was gently licking her pussy. Di’s legs fell apart and I could see how wet she was as Rachel’s tongue began to concentrate on her clit and began to move more and more quickly. çankaya escort Di was starting to breath heavily and she put her hand on the back of Rachel’s head pushing her tongue deeper until with a squeal she started to shudder, obviously having a massive orgasm. We all gave a round of applause and as she went back to her place Rachel kissed me, letting me taste Di’s juices on her mouth. Di sat back in her place looking very flushed but admitted that Rachel had been fantastic and she that she had experienced one of her most intense orgasms ever.

Only 1 mild forfeit was left – Kathryn – but the bottle next pointed to me. My medium forfeit was very similar to the last one – I had to perform oral sex on the person to my left (Gemma) but this time there was a time limit of only 2 minutes so I did not expect to give her an orgasm. However Gemma was extremely turned on and as soon as my tongue went to work on her blond pussy I could feel how wet she was and how hard her clit was. In less than 1 minute I could feel her starting to tense and soon after she came in a quiet but very sexy way. I had loved her taste and was quite sad to finish but as I knelt up Gemma pulled me to her in a big hug, gave me a long kiss letting her tongue lick her own juices from my mouth. She also whispered that she had just had her best orgasm ever.

It was pretty clear by now that everyone was very very turned on and were thoroughly enjoying the evening. It was also clear that we were all so turned on that we were prepared to do things that we would never normally consider. This was good because the next spin left the bottle pointing at Rachel again, meaning she had to take the first hard forfeit. As she read the paper she blushed and then stood up. She looked magnificent with her slim figure, large tits and thin strip of hair covering her pussy and her pussy lips showing through. She said that she had to kneel with her bottom in the air licking a pussy of her choice while John took her from behind. This was the forfeit I had chosen (which explained why it was the only one that could specifically name me) and I felt my heartbeat quicken at the thought of what was about to happen. Rachel asked Danielle to lie down and she knelt as instructed and began to eagerly lick her pussy – the second different pussy she had licked in 10 minutes!!. The view I had was tremendous as her pussy lips poked out from between her legs – which I gently parted as I knelt behind her. My cock was pointing straight at her sexy pussy and I slowly moved it forwards until it nudged her sex. I noticed that the other 4 girls had all got themselves into a position where they could watch my cock and as I continued to gently push forward they had a great view as my cock parted Rachel’s lips and buried itself deep inside her.

I heard Rachel gasp as she took my full length and the feeling for me was immense as I started to move in and out of Rachel. I loved being able to see my cock stretch Rachel’s pussy wide each time it entered her and very soon I could feel my balls tighten and I knew I would soon be coming. Just then Danielle started to squeal and the sound of her coming pushed me over the edge and I experienced the best orgasm I had ever had. What felt like gallons of come pumped into Rachel’s pussy and it seemed like forever until I started to relax again. Rachel slumped onto the floor with a very contented smile on her face and I could see her pussy with come oozing slowly out. Kathryn had obviously also seen this as she said she didn’t care the bottle hadn’t pointed at her she wanted to taste my come and started to lick the juices coming from Rachel.

This was the end of the game and the start of a free for all where I lost count of the number of different combinations for sex. In total I came 4 different times within an hour – something I never thought possible – coming on Danielle’s face as Louise masturbated me, in Di’s mouth and in Gemma’s pussy as her stockinged legs were either side of me and Kathryn was sat on my face. What a night!

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— CHAPTER 3: Milwaukee —

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*– OCTOBER (9 MONTHS AGO), MONTAUK, NEW YORK –*

“They’re calling it ‘The Heist of the Millennium’. In an unprecedented theft, believed to be the largest single monetary robbery in history, top executives at internationally renowned Jonathan Kwong Enterprises have stolen a reported 4.2 *billion* dollars from the company. CNN reporter Michael Phillips has the story…”

“Good evening, I’m Katie Couric and this is the CBS Evening News. Overnight, he went from ordinary worker on Wall Street to one of the wealthiest and most famous men in America. Tonight, we’ll tell you the incredible story of Jonathan Kwong’s rise to power, and how it might all come crashing down…”

“But we at Celebrity Sightings have the juicy details. Our sources confirm that Jada Sharpley, the daughter of suspected executive Robert Sharpley, has been employed as a nanny to the family’s children for the past several months. Recently released photos of the Kwongs out about town reveal how intimately involved Miss Sharpley was with the family, for example *here* as the children played in Central Park and *here* as Taylor and Ashlyn shopped on Park Avenue with their babies. Our sources _also_ now confirm that Miss Sharpley is one of the missing – and presumed ‘on the run’ – suspects…”

“Welcome to World News with Charles Gibson. In a theft that by far has topped the record of one billion dollars removed from the Central Bank of Baghdad, reports indicate that over *four* billion dollars were liquidated from more than a dozen escrow accounts held in trust by Jonathan Kwong Enterprises. The money was transferred out by top executives of the company and hidden in banks unknown. And the men responsible have disappeared. The FBI is now involved in the hunt…”

“Details on the exact nature of the transaction are still unknown. But with the purchase price reportedly paid to Daniel Hollister, and the assets already sold off, Jonathan Kwong Enterprises is an *extremely* precarious position, now holding a *negative* net worth. Rachel Tamarack. MSNBC.”

“Is the Prince of New York a pauper once again? Jonathan Kwong is no stranger to our headlines. He first made waves when he was revealed to be the unknown inheritor of Jonathan Kendall’s estate nearly five years ago. His whirlwind romance with supermodel Taylor Brynn, along with a whole variety of suspected affairs with various other women throughout their courtship, made him front-page fodder for the tabloids. And he threw the entire New York social scene off its axis little more than a year ago, when it was announced that he was both dating and had impregnated _another_ supermodel, Ashlyn Scott, while still married to his current wife. Since then, the Kwong family has operated under the radar. But now, the intense media spotlight of this financial scandal threatens to put Jonathan’s entire lifestyle right back under the microscope. Already there are rumors swirling around Jada Sharpley’s role within the family, including suggestions of an affair between the wealthy billionaire and the young daughter of one of his top executives. Indeed, our sources say that-“

“Computer: TV OFF!” I barked harshly.

The screen in the family room obediently shut down. Ashlyn blanched, dropped the television remote onto the couch, and looked up at me as I scowled at her. But then a whimper from the ground caught my attention and I forced myself not to have such an ugly face.

“I’m sorry, Joey,” I said soothingly, sinking to my knees and opening my arms. My baby girl pushed herself up onto unsteady feet and toddled over to me, collapsing against my chest at the last moment. As I stroked her hair, I added, “Daddy didn’t mean to yell.”

“It’s everywhere,” Ashlyn breathed. “Every news channel. Even MTV.”

“Well, children aren’t supposed to be watching TV before 2 years. Right?”

Ashlyn shrugged and stooped down to reach for Joey. The little girl returned to her mother as I stood back up.

“JJ?” I queried.

“In his room with Taylor and Evelyn. He’s got a bad rash now.”

I sighed. “Call the doc, okay?”

“Taylor says it’s nothing.”

I shook my head. “Just call him. Better safe than sorry.” And then I turned to walk out of the room.

Ashlyn called behind me. “House calls aren’t cheap, Johnny.”

I froze in place at her words. My eyebrows furrowed, and slowly, I turned back around. Never before had Ashlyn ever mentioned money around me, not like this. Quite simply, money had *never* been an issue.

“‘House calls aren’t cheap’?” I asked incredulously, turning around with a deeply annoyed expression on my face.

She paled. “I just mean… with this whole situation… I mean, I’m sure money isn’t a problem. But you said that this kind of theft could be crippling. I mean… uh. Don’t you think it’s safer not to spend on some things unless you really, uh… Well, how ARE your finances now that…? Oh, shit.”

“WE’RE FINE,” I thundered. Joey quailed again, and I forced myself to calm down bahçelievler escort once again. Ashlyn held her tightly, and as I gathered myself, I stated in a quieter voice, “We’re fine. This is a big hit. No question. But we’re not insolvent yet or anything. We’re fine.”

“But didn’t you have to take out loans to pay Hollister in the first place? How are you going to pay them back now?”

“Financing the payment instead of paying cash was a sound business decision, not because I *couldn’t* per se,” I stated without real conviction. “There’s spreading out of risk, for precisely this reason. More to the point, that’s why they’re called *loans*. I’ve got time to pay them back. Long enough to track down my money.”

“But if you don’t? If you can’t recover it? Where does that leave us?”

Bankrupt. I’d be bankrupt. Everything I’d earned, everything Jonathan Kendall had given me, I’d have lost. Well, maybe not everything. I DID have other assets, after all. But it would be enough to completely destroy the way of life I’d led up until this point. I closed my eyes and sighed. If we didn’t recover anything, I’d probably have to sell the house. I’d have to move my family someplace smaller. I wouldn’t be able to keep Taylor in the lifestyle to which she’d become accustomed. Would Ashlyn even stay with me?

I’d find the money. I’d find Sharpley and Matthews. I HAD to.

“Jonathan!”

Cassandra’s shout pulled my attention immediately, and I turned to look for her. She ran up, caution in her sky blue eyes. And with a grimace, she announced, “There’s been a development about Jada Sharpley.”

****

Cassandra sat in her chair in the home office, rapidly typing commands into the computer. I stood behind her, looking over her shoulder as several windows began to pop up on screen.

“I just got off the phone with Special Agent Farnsworth,” she stated without turning around to me.

I nodded, remembering the lead FBI agent put in charge of the investigation. For the most part, he had tried to keep us out of the loop, explaining that the Bureau would handle everything. But Cassandra had proven to have a stronger willpower than he, demanding access and regular updates. That plus a call from me to a Senator friend had provided the necessary leverage to make sure we were kept informed. “You mentioned a ‘development’.”

Cassandra nodded and pulled up a photo of a comely blonde. The girl looked late teens, and posed prettily with a few friends in front of the Eiffel Tower. I didn’t recognize her.

“Who’s this?” I asked.

“Jada Sharpley,” Cassandra stated through gritted teeth.

“Excuse me?”

Cassandra sighed. “The REAL Jada Sharpley. Here’s what I’ve been able to find in the last hour or so. Bob Sharpley told you the truth about one thing: his daughter Jada had become disillusioned with school and dropped out of NYU. But that’s it. The real Jada packed up and decided to live a bohemian life in France. She’s been there all this time, completely unaware of what’s going on.”

“WHAT?” I barked incredulously.

More photos popped up on screen. “These are just the pictures from her Facebook page. As soon as Jada was declared a person of interest, the FBI put out a bulletin on her with Interpol. French police immediately got a hit on her, as she’d rented an apartment in Montparnasse and opened a bank account with BNP Paribas. They went to arrest her, and found out she wasn’t the same girl we’re looking for.”

My hands went to my forehead, and I blinked rapidly. “So… if THAT’s Jada… then who the fuck was living with us all that time?”

Only now did Cassandra look up at me. “I don’t know. But you remember Maureen? The nanny we had before Jada?”

_Ah, SHIT._ The light bulb went off in my head. “The nanny you caught trying to steal financial records out of this very office!”

Cassandra nodded. “We’ve got an employment history on her. She used to work security for one of Sharpley’s previous companies. My guess is that he sent her in here to set up his theft, only she got caught.”

I paled as my previous suspicions seemed to be confirmed. “So Bob tried again, this time with a girl posing as his daughter. She meant to seduce me. She meant to get me off my guard. She meant to earn my trust. All so she could help him rip me off.”

Wincing, Cassandra just pinched her lips and nodded.

Turning my head away, I reached out and punched the wall. “FUCK!”

****

My eyeballs burned from staring at the monitor for too long. My calves ached, just from the nervous twitch that had my legs bouncing for the past several hours straight. And my neck was sore. I didn’t even know it was sore until Cassandra stepped behind me and started rubbing it, pushing her strong thumbs right into the base of my head where it met my spine.

“Owwww-aaaauuughhh…” My complaint had turned into a sigh of pleasure as her magic fingers went to work.

She chuckled, the most positive balgat escort sound either of us had made all day. “Figured you were due.”

“Thanks. But you don’t have to do that.”

“I’m not doing it for you. I’m doing it for me,” Cassandra replied casually. “I’d been sitting in that chair for so long that my back was stiff. I needed to get up and do *something* other than looking over transactional data.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and dropped my elbows onto the desk so that I could hold my head in my hands as my assistant continued her neck rub. “Ugh… You don’t have to do that, either. You should take a break.”

“Are *you* going to take a break?” she asked before grabbing my head and rotating it to the side. On a tray was my dinner, prime rib, potatoes, and steamed vegetables. It had lain there untouched for the past hour, and by now was quite cold.

I grimaced and put my forehead back in my hands. “I’m not hungry.”

“Jonathan, you need to eat something.”

“Not until we find something.”

“You have to eat eventually.”

“And I will. Just not now,” I stated stubbornly.

Cassandra sighed and started working on my shoulders. I let her do her thing for another minute, and then I patted her hands and sat up straight in a signal for her to stop. And then I grabbed the mouse and returned to focusing on my screen.

The two of us had been holed up in the home office for the entire day. Without a lead on where Sharpley and Matthews had hidden the money, I’d turned to combing their past transactional history. It was a simple matter of habit. Lots of financial wizards got used to running their business through the same international banks. Escrow accounts were commonly held with certain companies. Wire transfers regularly went from Bank A to Bank B to reside at Bank C, etc. Someone knew someone else who offered X benefits or Y kickbacks or Z anonymity. If Bank A suddenly dropped their loan rates or invested more or otherwise indicated that they had a lot more money in the vault than usual, we could start drilling down from there. Maybe it would be coincidence, maybe not. It’s not like each bank would make public record they’d just received a couple hundred million extra to stash. But maybe a strategically placed call to a high-ranking executive would help illuminate the situation.

Maybe.

There were millions of banks. It was like a bigass shell game, peeking underneath each one to see if they had some of my money tucked away. Tracing them all was slow and time-consuming, but it was one way of trying to DO something about the situation. I wasn’t about to just sit back and leave everything to the FBI.

Of course, Sharpley and Matthews might have suspected we’d trace them through their past transactions, so they’d probably used completely new ones. Then, it was a matter of eliminating their most commonly used companies and trying to outsmart them.

Four *billion* dollars doesn’t just disappear. It HAS to go somewhere, and my best financial gurus at JKE were on the case. They were in the same boat I was; if we didn’t find the money, all those people would be out of a job.

But finding it wouldn’t be THAT easy.

Cassandra had tried to re-start my neck rub several times, but I just batted her hands away and insisted, “I’m fine.” She then went around to the other side of the desk. Like always, she sat in the main chair in front of the main screen. I was working on a notebook computer with a spare monitor across from her. But when I saw the haggard look on her face, I shook my head and stated, “You should take a break.”

She scowled at me and stated, “I will when *you* do.”

I looked at the clock. “It’s after 10pm. You’ve done enough for tonight.”

“So have you.”

“I’m not done yet. I think I’m onto something with this Aragon Holdings Corp.”

“Then I’m not quitting, either.”

“Cassandra, you need your sleep. I need you at peak functioning ability.”

“Are you even listening to yourself? You’ve been working just as much as I have, and between the two of us, *I’m* the one who’s actually used to it. Don’t you think *you* need to be at your peak?”

“I’m fine,” I replied coldly and with full conviction. “I won’t rest until I find the bastards that did this to me.”

“‘I won’t rest’ is a figure of speech. It means you’re not going to let it go, which is just fine. But you need to _actually_ rest. Like you said, it’s after 10.”

As if on cue, the door swung open. Taylor stood there, wearing a warm house robe. “Aren’t you coming to bed?”

“Not now, Taylor,” I waved her off, not even looking over at my wife.

“Johnny…”

“The kids?” I asked, interrupting.

“They’re fine. They’re asleep.”

“How’s JJ’s rash?”

“The doctor says it’s hives, allergic to something. He’s not sure what just yet, but he prescribed some medicine and said that JJ will be fine in a couple of days.”

“Good.” I went back to typing and clicking.

Taylor batıkent escort sighed, but didn’t leave. I assume she was making some eye contact with Cassandra, and a few seconds later, I felt my wife come up behind me. Her hands took over massaging my shoulders, and she leaned down to whisper into my ear. “Come to bed, honey. Let me relax you.”

“I need to work,” I replied without turning around.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” she purred, and then I felt the tip of her tongue touch my ear.

Like I was shooing away a buzzing fly, I raised my hand and waved her away without turning my head. Aragon Holdings had lowered their internal bank-loan rate by a full point, a clear sign that they were flush with cash and looking to add more loans. Aragon was California-based, which meant it was just after 7pm. While the bank itself would be closed, it wasn’t too late to call one of the executives.

“Johnny, *please* come to bed,” Taylor whimpered. “I need you tonight. After everything that’s gone on, I can’t go to bed until I feel your arms around me. Come cuddle me, at least until I fall asleep. Then if you really want, you can come back down here and go to work. Please?”

I sighed, finally breaking my gaze from the monitor. I could ignore suggestions that it was good for my health to take a break. It was much harder to ignore the woman I loved asking me for a simple cuddle. “Just give me thirty minutes, and I promise I’ll come.”

****

As the Sun is wont to do, it climbed higher and higher into the heavens as the morning progressed. At some point, it climbed high enough to get _just_ the right angle through the Eastward facing windows, and found _just_ the right gap between the closed drapes to cast an intense ray of light right onto my face.

I rather didn’t like it.

Grimacing, I winced at the unwanted illumination. Instinctively, I turned my head to get away from it, to no avail. Finally, while pinching my left eyelid shut, I cracked my right eye open to figure out where the hell I was.

My office. Of course.

Blinking slowly, I got my bearings and found that I was sprawled out across the couch. My head was on one of the pillows, and someone had covered me with a blanket. My whole body ached. My muscles were stiff. And gingerly, I levered myself up to a seated position.

I took a deep breath and then bent forward. Getting my feet onto the floor, I planted my elbows atop my knees and then held my head in my hands, muttering grumpily. The room was dark save for the beam of light coming through the curtains. But as I stood up, a built-in motion sensor detected me and flicked on recessed ambient lights, not enough to really illuminate the room, but enough to make sure I wouldn’t bump into anything.

I stood and stretched, rolling my head around before reaching up to massage the cricks in my neck. And I was just about to head for the door when it opened from the outside.

“Johnny?” Ashlyn poked her head in. Her hair was back in its casual ponytail, and she wore a pastel green shirt and light khaki capris.

I groaned and nodded, checking the clock. It was after 10am. I wasn’t sure what time I’d fallen asleep, but I’d certainly slept in. “Perfect timing.”

She pointed up at the lights. “The motion sensors. Cassandra had the computer tell us when you woke up.”

“Ah.” I rubbed my head. Only then did I remember the promise I’d made my wife last night. “Shit! Taylor!”

Ashlyn nodded her head, a sympathetic expression on her face. “Yeah, she’s kinda grumpy. When you didn’t show up last night, she came over to my room to cuddle.”

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize to me. I was happy for the company, especially at a time like this.” Ashlyn grimaced, remembering my previous outburst when she’d questioned our financial stability. “Not that a time like this is really bad or anything… I mean, I know that we’re not in… That is… I’m… sure you guys are handling this.”

“We are,” I stated reassuringly. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

Ashlyn nodded, clearly trying to make herself believe, but just as clearly still concerned. I’m sure it didn’t help that every newsrag and TV show was proclaiming that this was the end of the world for me, that my magical run had finally come to an end and my carriage would turn back into a pumpkin.

Just then, a knock sounded at the open door. Olivia, a young blonde maid, stood there with a tray of food. “Breakfast, sir?”

“Mmm… smells great.” I inhaled, taking in the aroma. I thought I smelled maple syrup, and either french toast or pancakes. Dorothy was excellent at both. I gestured to the big desk.

Ashlyn frowned and furrowed her eyebrows. “Don’t you want to come eat with us in the dining room? I know it’s late for breakfast, but I wouldn’t mind an early lunch. And the kids are due for their 11 o’clock soon.”

I shook my head and moved to the desk, sliding the notebook computer aside to clear room for Olivia’s tray. “I’m staying right here. There’s a lot more work that needs to be done.”

“Cassandra’s already on it,” Ashlyn argued. “She’s been up with the JKE analysts since 8am and right now, she’s talking to Agent… uh… Fro… gurt…”

I chuckled. “Farnsworth.”

“Right.”

I shook my head. “Doesn’t matter. I told you everything will be fine, but it won’t be fine until I fix this.”

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I was fresh out of college with a degree in business when I accepted a position with a local real estate firm. It was an older firm, well known and respected in the Tampa Bay community. Longtime area businessman Rolf Vanderhorn had created the agency a few decades ago. Rolf was a short, balding gentleman in his mid seventies who had passed away from a heart attack less than a year before I joined the firm. The viscous rumor around the office was that he died in his hot tub one night while trying to service his nympho wife who was almost thirty years his junior.

Mrs. Vanderhorn, Rolf’s widow who now runs the agency is a tall, very attractive but demanding woman almost fifty years old. Her platinum blonde hair, the hours she spends with her personal trainer and her top shelf silicone implants do wonders to help conceal her real age. She was an outwardly prim and proper lady, who always wore her hair up. She’s has an “all business” type personality that men often find submissively attractive, but most women usually find very rude. If she was a gold digger she certainly had all the right equipment.

There are about nine or ten people in our office including the receptionist. Like most real estate jobs, the hours are long but the pay is good. While most of the women at the agency hated Mrs. “V”, mostly out of envy, all the men fantasized about fucking her silly. I must admit I was not exempt from that popular erotic fantasy. From time to time I would catch myself day dreaming about her firm fake breasts or gazing at her sexy teardrop shaped ass as she walked through the office. Aside from those minor distractions working for her was relatively easy.

It was late march and I was sitting at my desk putting together an on-line presentation for a client when Jenny the receptionist transferred a call to my desk. Jenny was a quiet girl also fresh out of college. She had been with the firm for about six months. Jenny was a dark skinned raven-haired beauty with a fantastic body. She had shapely legs, a pair of 36C’s, and two of the sexiest dark brown eyes I had ever seen on a woman before. She always looked like an angel and smelled very sweet. Her perfume would often linger after she walked past.

Jenny was a native Floridian you might say. Her grandfather was full-blooded Seminole Indian and her grandma was Latino. She smiled very seductively at me as I acknowledged the call she had put on hold for me with a wink. I picked up the phone and said hello. On the other end of the line was a distantly familiar female voice. It was the voice of a girl named Cassandra who had actually dated a frat brother of mine back in college. It was back in college that we became relatively good friends. I hadn’t heard from her in more than a year, well, since shortly after graduation.

She and a few of her horny friends were always hanging around the dorm or at the bar while Danny and the rest of us were partying. One night I banged one of her friends while we were partying and while she and Danny were getting busy in the other room. I had always envied Danny for being able to land such a hot sexy bitch. She was smart too! She was majoring in corporate law as I recall. I always thought that Cassie was always too good for Danny, but then he was always the classic over-achiever.

The line was quiet for a brief instant before I heard her voice.

“Do you remember me?” she asked.

It had been a while, but how could I forget. Cassie as everyone called her was a tall sexy brunette from the South Carolina with a really thick southern accent. Cassie had the kind of accent that will give a guy an instant erection and make his dates roll her eyes with envy.

“How could I ever forget?” I replied.

She then apologized for calling me out of the clear blue. I assured her that it was not a problem and the small talk continued.

Cassie soon told me that she had a week of vacation coming up soon and she wanted to come down to Florida to relax a little. She went on saying that her timing was terrible, turns out it was the week of Spring break and all the hotels were already booked. It seemed she was looking for a place to stay during the time she would be in town. My mind began to race and my groin began to stir as I pondered the exciting possibility of maybe spending a little time with her since she was the fodder for many late night masturbation sessions during my senior year.

She asked if I knew of any bed and breakfast style places where she might be able to get a room for a week or so. I told her no and asked if Danny would be coming with her. She told me that she and Danny had broken up shortly after graduation. She added that she wasn’t dating anyone else right now, so she would be traveling alone. Not wasting any time, I quickly invited her to stay with me.

“I couldn’t impose on you like that.” she said reluctantly.

I told her it was no imposition and that I wouldn’t take no for an answer. And I added that I have a huge condo near the beach and that she was more than welcome.

“I couldn’t put you out like that.” she stammered.

“Look I live Ankara rus escort alone and I have plenty of room. There’s a hot tub on the patio and tanning bed in the back bedroom.” I told her. “You can come and go as you like during the day and at night I’ll show you the town. Besides it will give you and I a chance to catch up on the past and I’d like that.”

Jenny seemed to be listening slightly more attentively than usual from across the room.

Cassie hesitated for a moment pondering my invite, then agreed with a naughty giggle. We talked some more and I gave her my home phone number, the address and directions. It was a slow at the office that day and Mrs. “V” was gone so we talked for almost twenty minutes. The sound of her voice was so soft and sexy it almost gave hard on. She told me again that she appreciated me letting her stay. I told her to be sure and call me the minute she got into town. I couldn’t wait to see her as tawdry thoughts of possibly getting into her panties ravaged my brain.

My sexy friend wouldn’t be arriving for almost another week, which gave me time to get some things in order. During the next few days I cleaned the entire condo, went grocery shopping for two and tried to plan an entertaining week for my upcoming guest. During that very hectic but memorable week I received an offer to go and work for another agency. They said they would like to have me and their offer was very generous. I told them I was very interested but needed some time to consider their offer.

Their offer came just two days before Cassie was scheduled to arrive. My house was ready and I needed to relax. It was nearing the end of a long and busy Wednesday and only Jenny and I remained in the office. As we closed up I asked Jenny if she had any plans. She said no so I asked her if she’d like to go and have a drink or get a bite to eat after work. She said sure, so we made plans to meet at a highly regarded seafood restaurant around seven thirty. She said she would have her younger sister drop her off.

Normally I won’t date women where I work, but Jenny was attractive and seemed to be very discreet. What’s the old adage; never get your meat where you get your bread? I grabbed a cold beer and a shower when I got home then headed out for my rendezvous with Jenny. I had never seen her away from work or wearing anything besides a business suits, so I was very surprised when Jenny walked into the restaurant looking extremely hot in a painted on strapless black mini dress and five-inch black heels.

I stood up and waved as Jenny sauntered her way across the crowded floor. It was obvious from the way her gorgeous tits swayed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The combination of her large bouncing breasts and long tan legs quickly took center stage grabbing the attention of every straight man in the room.

“Wow, You look great!” I told her as we sat down.

“Thanks.” she said flipping long black hair over her back over her bare shoulder.

Her makeup was flawless and her lips were painted a hot sexy shade of lavender.

We ordered a couple drinks and waited for dinner to arrive. As we talked I reluctantly told her about the offer I had received from the other agency. I tried desperately as we talked, not to focus on the awesome cleavage between her tanned round breasts or her prominent nipples, which pressed unmistakably against the soft thin fabric of her dress. My efforts however were futile, I know that she caught my glances two or three times but she never said a word, at least verbally. She did however speak volumes with her subtle body language as the night went on.

“I’m starved; aren’t you?” she asked gripping the straw of her frozen drink at the rim of the glass with her thumb and index finger on her right hand while clutching the long smooth stem with the other.

Her cheeks drew in as she eagerly sucked her drink through the length of the straw. Her dreamcatcher earrings softly jingled like wind chimes when she turned to face the waitress who brought our dinner. Jenny was always wearing beautifully made Indian jewelry around the office, and tonight was no exception.

She wore an intricate choker necklace and a matching bracelet. She was very proud of her native heritage. We talked a great deal during dinner and she seemed really comfortable being with me. Her unrestrained breasts jiggled softly every time she giggled. She had a horny sense of humor and wasn’t ashamed of it. I was seeing a side her that had been hidden until now. I felt her leg brush the inside of mine a couple times beneath the table while we ate. She never spoke, so I didn’t think too much about it.

After dinner we climbed into my BMW and headed out for a little dancing at a hot new club that Jenny suggested we check out across town. She folded the armrest back into the seat and slid over next to me as we left the parking lot. She placed her left hand upon my right thigh as I drove.

“Thanks for dinner.” she said seductively pressing her awesome breasts again my arm as she planted a quick kiss on my cheek. ankara ucuz escort

Her dress crept up slightly, revealing a good portion of her naked ass cheek when she slid back into the leather seat.

I placed my hand firmly on top of hers and told her she was very welcome as she squeezed my thigh. Before long I placed my hand back onto the steering wheel to navigate through traffic. When I did Jenny’s hand began to wander towards my crotch. She teased the inside of my thigh with the tender touch of her gentle massage, never once touching my penis. Once the traffic began to thin out again I took my right hand from the wheel and placed my arm around her and gently pulled her closer.

Jenny responded by turning away from me slightly and pressing her left shoulder back against my chest. She placed her left foot on the floor and propped her right leg up onto the passenger seat. Her legs parted slowly but the clingy dark fabric of her dress still covered her crotch. Her long dark hair flowed across my arm as she eased her head back against my cheek and shoulder. With a relaxing sigh she eased my right hand down onto her right breast. The streetlights flashed across the firm shiny flesh of her inside thighs as we drove through town.

By the time we reached the club, I had Jenny’s sexy dress pulled down far enough that I was able to caress to both her naked tits. Her dress had also hiked up enough to reveal a tiny portion of her soft dark pubes. Her hand squeezed mine and her nipples hardened as my thumb caressed them softly. She pressed her knees together and squirmed with excitement against the soft leather seat. Just as I was about to move my hand towards her crotch we arrived at the club. The place was extremely crowded and we searched briefly for a parking spot.

The only spot we found was probably seventy yards from the door, all the way back in a dimly lit corner of the lot next to a six-foot tall stucco wall. I eased to a stop and backed in as Jenny pulled her dress back up over her breasts and down over her smooth naked ass. We kissed passionately and Jenny rubbed my semi-erect cock through the thin material of my trousers. I closed the moon roof and locked the doors as we headed inside. Jenny had made it clear how she wanted the evening to end.

Her sexy ass wiggled and her high heels clicked in rhythm as we strolled hand in hand across the asphalt lot towards the door. Once we got inside finding a place to sit was almost as tough as finding a place to park. There were people everywhere and the dance floor was packed. Hot couples dancing, scantily clad singles at the bar, the place was a veritable den of inequity. We found a table just opening to one side of the dance floor, that wasn’t as loud or as well lit as the few others that were available.

Not long after we took a seat and ordered drinks Jenny began to get more comfortable. We sat with our drinks kissing and talking about the people on the dance floor for a couple songs before I summoned enough courage to dance with her. A slow song came on and Jenny took my hand leading me out onto the dance floor. I took her in my arms and placed my left hand down upon her ass. Her ass cheek was firm to the touch and her thin cotton dress floated easily across the smooth skin. Her nipples began to harden as we danced.

Before the song was over jenny had her lips locked to mine, her tits pressed against my chest, and she was slowly grinding her crotch against my upper thigh. We sat back down after the song ended and had several more drinks, probably too many as Jenny began to get really hit in the ass. Of course everybody knows about Indians and their liquor. We had been at the club for about an hour or so when Jenny reached over and squeezed my cock. She kissed me on the lips and said she had to pee and that she’d be right back.

The lights from the dance floor lit up her sexy long legs as she disappeared into the mass of humanity on the dance floor. I motioned for the waitress and ordered us two more drinks. When Jenny hadn’t returned after about four songs I began to grow a little concerned. She was beginning to get pretty drunk, so I decided to go and check on her and see if everything was O.K. I walked around the club for a couple minutes before I found a sign pointing to the restrooms. When I rounded the corner of the wide hallway that led back to them I stopped dead in my tracks.

There was Jenny and two other women. The pair, a pretty Cuban girl and a trashy blonde had Jenny pinned against the wall. Her dress was all out of whack and bunched up around her waist. The Cuban girl had her tongue halfway down my date’s throat and her hand was squeezing Jenny’s naked breast. The blonde was kneeling in front of Jenny prying apart her shapely thighs. Her face was buried deep into Jenny’s partially exposed twat. I curiously looked on in total amazement.

Other women were entering and exiting the restroom, but paying very little attention to the horny trio’s antics, as if such things were common place at the club. I ankara yabancı escort stared in disbelief as Jenny placed her hand on the back of the blonde’s head and pressed her face firmly against her hairy pubes. Jenny’s fingers were tangled in the blonde’s shoulder length hair. The Cuban girl caught my stares but kept right on exploring Jenny’s mostly naked body. She slid her tongue down along Jenny’s neck and began to kiss and suck on her hard dark nipples.

The shocking discovery blew my mind, and not wanting to be seen I quickly retreated to our table. Four or five minutes later a very intoxicated Jenny returned, adjusting her top as she sat down.

“I’m sorry,” she said giggling, “I kind of got side tracked.”

After finishing our drinks and following some very suggestive conversation we decided to head off to my place for a nightcap and explore the erotic possibilities at hand, before it got much later. I was getting very horny and it was very obvious Jenny was open for some sexual exploration.

I couldn’t get the image of Jenny and her two new found friends in the hallway out of my mind as we walked towards the car. Jenny was now visibly under the influence of alcohol, she had her arm wrapped around mine and was leaning against me for support while we walked.

“I have to pee.” she giggled as she fumbled with her tiny clutch purse eventually retrieving a couple of unused cocktail napkins from it as we reached the car.

She leaned back against the car with a mischievous grin while I dug into my pocket for the keys.

I unlocked her door and she started to step into the car, but stopped as I walked around to the other side.

“Hold on a second!” she said as I shut my door.

Instead of climbing into the car, she hiked her dress above her waist and squatted down with the napkin still clutched in her right hand, steadying herself on the door opening and the armrest. She then proceeded to spread her legs and urinate right there in the parking lot, sighing slightly with her eyes closed as a steady stream of piss began to flow from her gaping snatch.

The courtesy light in the door illuminated Jenny’s crotch very nicely. It was then that I discovered that her pussy was actually partially shaven and the neatly trimmed patch of hair on the lower most part of her abdomen only served as garnish for her otherwise baby smooth snatch.

“What’s wrong honey, haven’t you ever seen a women piss before?” she asked folding the napkin with her right hand.

I quietly smiled as the urine continued to trickle from her gaping twat.

“You’re something else.” I told her with a chuckle and a smile.

“Does watching me pee turn you on?” she teased emphatically.

I was almost hypnotized by the time the last drop dribbled to the ground. As perverse as it may sound, it was indeed very exciting in a primal sort of way. She wiped herself nonchalantly with the napkin and tossed it to the ground. After doing so she stood up and wiggled as she pulled her thin cotton dress back down over her sexy ass then climbed into the car.

“O.K., let’s go.” she said checking her makeup in the vanity mirror.

Jenny then kicked off her high heels and freshened up her lipstick.

I had just pulled from the parking lot and began the forty-minute drive to my home when jenny undid her seatbelt and turned to face me. She hoisted her dress up over her hips leaned back against the passenger’s door, and lifted her left leg up onto the seat beside me, wiggling her painted toes underneath my ass. She then put her right foot on the floor. Her legs were spread wide and her partially shaven pussy was now in plain sight. I watched attentively as she swabbed her pink fleshy folds with a disposable feminine wipe that she had also pulled from her purse.

“There!” she giggled, “Good as new!” as she wadded the wipe and tossed it over her shoulder, through the open window and out onto the street.

I softly rubbed the inside of her well-toned thigh as I worked my hand slowly towards her twat. Soon my fingers were rubbing the darkened edges of her moist meaty pussy lips. Her mound was soft and swollen and her opening was wet and inviting. I pushed my middle finger up across her clit, pushing it hard against her pelvic bone and moving it from side to side. She moaned with approval and spread her legs even further apart.

Just as we reached the outskirts of the city, Jenny pulled the top of her dress down far enough to release her firm round breasts. Jenny’s naturally dark complexion was nicely accented by the lighter beige triangles created by her bikini that symmetrically framed her nipples and the most tender portions of her crotch and ass. I eased one then two fingers inside Jenny’s rapidly moistening snatch. Soon my fingers were gliding in and out of her hungry twat. Her dark nipples hardened as my fingers slid further and further into her hot wet socket.

Once I managed to get two fingers buried inside her hole I started massaging her clit with my thumb. Her legs twitched and her mouth fell open. She reached over with her right hand and pulled back the shiny wet fleshy hood that concealed her tender love button. Her clit was the size of a tic-tac and just as hard. Before we were half way home Jenny was squeezing her own nipples and violently humping my probing wet fingers. Jenny’s orgasm was building when I pulled my hand from her soggy crotch and placed it back onto the steering wheel.

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His masculine scent filled my senses as I walked past him through the door he was holding open for me. The room was spacious and tidy. No personal items or photos were on display. No clothes were strewn across the floor. The bed filled most of the space with a bedside table on either side suggesting two people slept here.

I felt his arms wrap around me from behind as I took in the chamber. His sturdy hands spread across my stomach and his long fingers traced patterns on my skin through the fabric of my dress. I turned my head into his inviting him to kiss me. His lips caressing mine and sending tremors to my core as his capable hands travelled lower to the tops of my thighs. I opened my mouth to him and he didn’t hesitate, his tongue plunging into me and dancing with my own. His hands brushed my skin where my dress ended and paused to grip the hem before he lifted it over my head, breaking our heated kiss for barely a moment as the material passed between us and he dropped it to the floor. I turned to face him and he was on me, his hands exploring every inch of my body – down my arms, up the tops of my legs, across my stomach, pleasuring my breasts through my strapless bra, down my stomach, a fleeting touch against my aching centre covered by the thin material of my thong – as his mouth devoured mine.

My hands travelled the contours of his body too; moving down his strong neck to the defined muscles on his front, from his pecs down his strong arms and back up them to his pecs before trekking downwards to his drool-worthy abs. I ripped his shirt upwards and he threw it to the ground adding it to our growing pile of clothes as I unbuckled his belt and dropped to my knees looking up at the view as I removed his jeans. I licked my lips as I took in the delicious site of him standing before me in nothing but a tight pair of tented bonds, leaving little to the imagination and making me wet at the thought of stretching to fit his long hard member inside me. His muscles glistened with sweat as I stared up at him, heightening my arousal further.

I stood and our hungry kiss continued as he pushed me back until the backs of my legs hit that big spacious bed of his. We fell onto it together and his hands on my lower back lifted me until my head fell onto the pillows at the top of the bed. He kneeled between my legs and looked down at me as his fingers ulus escort fumbled before removing my bra and exposing me to him. His brown hungry eyes glazed over with his need for me and he bent over me touching his lips to mine in a sinful kiss. Our chests mashed together skin on skin for the first time and his hard muscles against my soft breasts made me need more and I moaned my frustration. His hands held mine above my head and he rubbed his shaft against my centre causing my hips to lift off the bed and my legs to wrap around him. I felt metal on my wrists at the same time his hands wrapped around my ankles breaking my hold on him. He lifted away from me and I tried to pull my hands down only to realise they were handcuffed to the headboard of the bed. I smiled up at him and he leaned in for another quick kiss before sliding off the bed and standing at the end looking down on me. It was as if he was testing himself, to see if he could stand from afar and look at me without touching me. He walked to the side of the bed and his hands ran up the insides of my legs from my ankles to my centre before he gripped the scrap of material I had left on and slid it slowly back down my legs, tossing it to the floor.

I was now lying fully naked before him, handcuffed to the bed. I should’ve felt vulnerable or exposed in this moment but the hot look of desire etched across his features only made me more aroused. He swallowed before walking to the door and leaving me questioning what was to happen next.

He was only gone for a moment before he returned. However he was not alone. She looked like a Victoria Secret model; with endlessly long legs and flowing blonde hair, her large boobs almost popping out of her tight lingerie. She wore little but then I suppose in that moment I wore less. There was no formal introduction, no indication of her name. He closed the door and locked it returning to his place at the side of the bed to watch what was to come. She stood at the end of the bed and striped down, giving us a private show. Her eyes danced with heat as she removed what little clothing she had on to begin with. He groaned with approval as her bra fell to the floor and her large breasts were finally free. I turned to see him yanking off his underwear and springing free himself and licked my lips in appreciation.

I yenimahalle escort felt the bed dip as she climbed on top of me, crawling over my body seductively. Our naked bodies rubbed together. She straddled me as her hands explored further following the natural curves of my body; travelling from my hip bones, across my tender tummy up between my breasts before slowly coming back down to cover them with her small palms causing me to moan. Her hips pushed down on mine as she leaned over me – our breasts mingling together – and interlocked our lips. My wrists ached from pulling against my restraints and I gave in; opening my mouth to hers in a searing kiss I wouldn’t soon forget. He groaned again when she pulled away only to lick backwards down the path her hands had just traced; between my breasts and downwards to my belly button and across each hip bone, she continued her southward trek to my core.

She paused and looked up at each of us before licking my clit, sucking it into her mouth and delving her fingers inside me. I threw my head back and moaned my pleasure at her clearly experienced attack as my body coiled with the recognition of an orgasm on its way. Her mouth was relentless and unforgiving as she licked, sucked and maneuvered, igniting fires within me that hadn’t been lit before. She knew my body better than I did and she pulled me over the edge faster than anyone had before her. My body rocked with the waves of pleasure she brought out of me and I panted when it was over. But we were far from done.

I was released from my restraints in the form of handcuffs and found myself missing them. I was surprised to notice the lingering lines they had etched into my flesh. I only remembered feeling the pleasure without the pain. He joined us on the bed; separating her from me with his body. He draped an arm over each of us and pulled us together on top of him, our faces pushed together. She kissed me with passion as his hand roamed over my body. I was sure his other hand was touching her the same way when he squeezed one of my breasts and she moaned in approval. Heat flooded to my legs at the thought of us exploding together. She pulled my face harder to hers; each of her hands over my cheeks and pulled us downwards to his lap together. His hands moved over our backs as we slid down to his hardened member.

Our kiss broke around his length and I watched as she licked up his shaft from bottom to top before following her lead; our tongues crossing each other’s as we licked and teased him in sync. Her hands reached for his sack to tug and pull on his balls and urge him to come apart at our now enthusiastic endeavour. I pulled her mouth to the top of his length with mine and we made out with one another and his slick tip. It was by far the most erotic moment of my life. I don’t know how I got here but I sure as hell hoped it didn’t end soon as his hand smacked across my backside and he groaned in ecstasy. My hand found its way to the base of his penis and I wrapped my fingers around him; squeezing gently as I moved my fist up and down his smooth length.

His hand journeyed over my body and stopped at my chin pulling me and her up to his height and successfully ending our attack upon him as his mouth met my neck and he nibbled beneath my ear causing me to shiver and her to moan at the sight of my desire rapidly rebuilding. She shifted on the bed to press her body against his back while she massaged his shoulders and he pulled me onto his lap; my heat hovering over his slick and ready member. His mouth found my breast and he pulled an already hardened nipple into his wet hot mouth. I threw my head back and watched her biting his neck as he teased me. I straddled his lap and positioned him at my entrance, my hips rocking of their own accord. She purred something into his ear as he lifted his hips and pushed into me. He thrust into me once, twice and the pressure built inside me causing me to moan.

But he stopped and lifted me off him just at that moment and I let out a disappointed sound at the loss – before I could protest the matter though – he turned me around and laid back on the bed thrusting into me in one movement as she came around to my front and pressed her hands to my chest. I was riding him backwards as she was kissing me and pushing against my boobs and he was making sounds of approval like I’d never heard before. It excited me to think that just watching her and I together had brought him to the brink and now we were driving him to a point of madness. I didn’t think I could take much more when she decided to test my breaking point by moving one of her hands downwards, trailing between my eager breasts and downwards around my belly button before reaching the desired place between my legs. She rubbed my clit as he thrust inside me and I damn near screamed at that moment. I was coming close to exploding when I felt his release inside me and followed him into the abyss.

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Liz rolled over as light streamed through the window, almost blindingly as it reflected off the snow outside. Her eyes only half opened, she felt her husband’s body next to hers and wrapped her arm over his bare midsection, snuggling up to him.

“Good morning honey,” she heard him say as he slipped his arm under her body.

She smiled and murmured sleepily, “Mmmm…morning sweetie. What time is it?”

“A little past eight-thirty.”

“Have you been awake long?”

“About 20 minutes,” he responded. “Just thinking about last night.” He gave her shoulders a squeeze.

Liz opened her eyes a looked up at Ben. “Which part?”

“Oh, all of it,” he replied. “Certainly didn’t expect that to happen.”

“Me neither,” she agreed, more awake now. “I probably should have warned you…Carrie had some sort of plan she cooked up. Not sure when, but she suggested I just follow along.”

“When did she tell you?”

“While you guys were out with the snowmobiles.”

“You didn’t mention that to me,” Ben said.

“I didn’t know it would go like that,” exclaimed Liz defensively. “I mean, I didn’t expect her to give Darren oral in front of us.”

Ben paused before responding, a twinkle in his eye. “What did you think of that?”

“I was surprised, just like you.”

“But it didn’t seem to bother you.” A slight smile crept over his face as he looked down at his wife.

Liz blushed. “Nor you,” she said with a grin. She felt his hand on her shoulder press reassuringly.

“Is there more in store for us that I don’t know about?” Ben asked.

“That, I do not know,” said Liz placing a finger tip on his chin and stroking his two-day stubble.

“What if there is?” he asked.

“I don’t know…it depends on where it goes, I guess,” she replied.

“Well, let’s say tonight there’s more, um, public showing off…” He lightly ran his fingers down her bare back, tracing her spine under the sheets.

“I wouldn’t mind another show,” she said giggling.

“What if they want us to be part of the show?” he asked.

Liz felt her face go red. “Oh, I don’t know… I don’t think I could…in reality.” She paused. “In my mind, it sounds fun, but in reality I don’t know. I’d feel self-conscious.”

“I think you’re much more beautiful than Carrie,” said Ben lovingly.

“Oh, it’s not that. I know you do,” she said. “More that what we do together is private.”

“You certainly didn’t seem to care much about privacy the other night. I don’t remember your exact words but…something like ‘I don’t care if they hear us,'” Ben said with a grin.

Liz chuckled. “That was in the moment, silly.”

“And what if we’re in the moment tonight?”

“What about you?” she asked smiling deviously, ignoring his question. As she asked, she moved her hand lower, brushing against Ben’s stiffening cock. She smiled up at him as she grasped it through his undershorts.

“Does that answer your question?” Ben said with a meek smile.

“It’s one thing to talk about it. It’s another thing to do it,” Liz added with a word of caution as she slipped lower on the bed, pulling Ben’s shorts down to his thighs.

Ben nodded and then groaned as Liz slipped her mouth down over his shaft.

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Ben and Liz decided they’d go out to the kitchen together so as to avoid having to face Darren and Carrie separately and possibly awkwardly. But there wasn’t the least bit of awkwardness. Darren and Carrie were already out in the main room and had brewed some coffee and fried bacon. They all greeted each other with knowing grins, but didn’t directly address last night’s events.

Over breakfast of eggs and bacon, they discussed the day’s plans. “It should be a nice day. No snow in the forecast,” said Darren. “How about we get the snowmobiles out Ben?”

“Definitely,” said Ben.

“I might just relax here,” said Carrie. “Maybe check out the hot tub.” She looked expectantly at Liz.

Liz looked from Carrie to Ben. Finally, she said, “I’d like to go for a ride, but the hot tub sounds tempting too. We could always go for a ride and if the guys want to stay out longer they can circle back and drop us off here.” She hoped this would be a good compromise.

“Makes sense to me,” said Darren.

Carrie smiled, “A little fresh air might do me good, too.”

It was settled. The meal over, they bundled up and went out back to get the snowmobiles going. As predicted, the day was clear, the sky was deep blue and the snow was soft, fresh and undisturbed. Ben and Liz climbed on one machine while Darren and Carrie shared the other. The two couples took off down the snow-covered road, flying past the once-quiet woods around them. They found a trail leading off the main road and led them deeper and higher up through the mountains. Not having to drive left Liz with a lot of time to think as she held on to her husband.

Where did Carrie want to take things? How much was Darren involved with pushing this, or is he just following his wife’s mamak escort lead? Was there a reason Carrie wanted the two women to be back at the cabin without their husbands? All these questions crossed her mind as they sped through the trees.

After about 60 minutes, Darren waved Ben to pull up next to him and stop. “Carrie’s thinking we shouldn’t go much further. We don’t want to get too far out if we want to drop them back at the house.” Ben nodded his assent, and they started the trek back.

At the cabin, Carrie and Liz hopped off and watched the two men speed back out into the winter day.

“Let’s get a fire started and some hot chocolate,” Liz suggested as she pulled her coat off and shivered.

“I had another idea,” said Carrie with a hint of mischief in her eye. “Let’s get a glass of wine and try out the hot tub.”

“I didn’t really bring my swimsuit,” said Liz.

“Oh, I didn’t either. I’ll just wear panties or something,” said Carrie. “Come on. It’ll feel good. I’ll turn it on and get the wine while you get out of those clothes. We can enjoy ourselves while the guys are out.”

Liz smiled. “Okay, see you in a minute.”

Five minutes later Liz entered Carrie and Darren’s bedroom and called out Carrie’s name. Carrie answered from the bathroom, “Come on in.”

Liz found the jacuzzi bubbling with Carrie relaxing in it submerged up to her neck, a cup of wine next to her head on the tile. “Feels so good,” Carrie said with a sigh and a smile.

Liz slipped her pants down her legs and pulled her sweatshirt over her head.

“Just take your bra off. No reason to get that wet,” said Carrie. “Don’t be shy. I took mine off.” Liz hesitated and could feel her face reddening. She didn’t want Carrie to think she was self-conscious about her body, but she felt a little like she was the center of Carrie’s attention. Sure, Carrie had her top off, but she was already under the bubbling water. “Don’t worry, the guys’ll be out at least another hour. We have privacy,” Carrie said.

Liz smiled nervously and gave in, unclasping her bra and letting it fall next to her clothes. Feeling a bit exposed she crossed her arms around her midriff. She could feel goosebumps on her arms and legs and her nipples go taut.

“Come on in…you’ll warm up,” Carrie assured her.

Liz climbed over the edge of the tub and sank in sighing with relief, settling on one of the bench areas of the tub. “Oh, that feels good,” she said, relieved to be warm and covered up by the foam and bubbles.

“You need to loosen up Liz…pour yourself some wine,” Carrie said, nodding at the bottle and empty cup.

“Maybe I do,” Liz said laughing. She hesitated again, realizing she’d have to get back up out of the water to get to the bottle, which was on the tile next to Carrie’s head. She raised herself a little out of the water, covering her breasts awkwardly with her arm.

“You’re so demure…you’re adorable,” said Carrie. “Don’t worry, haven’t you ever been naked in front of women before?”

Liz blushed again. “Yes, yes of course. Just not when I’m the only one exposed. And usually the other women, like in locker rooms, aren’t looking directly at me.”

Carrie laughed. “Okay, will this help?” She rose out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub. It was then that Liz realized Carrie wasn’t even wearing any panties.

Liz’s hand went to her mouth and she laughed. “You have no shame!” she exclaimed with delight. She couldn’t believe Carrie’s brazenness, but she had to appreciate it.

Carrie just grinned. “Make you feel better?” she said with a wink. “I’ll pour you some.” Liz sank back down into the warm water as her friend handed her a full cup of wine.

“Now we’re even,” said Carrie as she climbed back into the jacuzzi. “We’ve seen each other. We both have tits, a pussy and thighs not as thin as we’d like. Now we can get on with the girl talk.”

Liz laughed again, the tension broken, and said, “Here’s to that!” They touched their plastic cups together and took a sip, looking at each other over the rims.

“Soooo…,” Carrie began, stretching out the word. “Last night…what’d ya think?”

Liz looked down and took a sip, giving herself some time to think. “Very fun…we both agreed, I mean Ben and I. You two put on quite a show.”

“I’m glad. You did a good job of getting Ben interested when he came back into the room. Well done. You’re a natural,” Carrie said.

“Well, I don’t know how much I had to do with it.”

“I assume it led to some fun later for you two?” asked Carrie with a raised eyebrow.

“You couldn’t hear this time?” Liz laughed along with Carrie.

“I think I might have heard a few things.”

“We didn’t take things too far?” asked Carrie.

Liz shook her head. “No, you were fine. I’m sure Ben would have enjoyed more, but it was good your clothes remained on or he might not have wanted to go to bed with me!” Liz giggled.

“Oh pshaw,” said Carrie with a wave of her hand. “He’d ofise gelen escort go with you anywhere. And if he wouldn’t have taken you to bed, I would have!”

Liz giggled again, the wine going to her head, “Oh, really?”

“Oh totally,” replied Carrie, taking a sip. “We invited you on this trip. We have to make sure you’re satisfied.”

“Do you seduce all your friends?” asked Liz playfully. She felt something touch her calf, and realized that Carrie had stretched out her foot under the bubbles and was running it up her lower leg slowly. She felt a jolt of excitement shoot through her, and smiled at her friend.

“Only a select few.”

“I should feel lucky then,” replied Liz as she slid a little closer to Carrie and reached out under the water to caress Carrie’s foot and ankle with her free hand. She took another gulp of wine and set her empty cup down on the edge of the tub. Carrie placed her foot on Liz’s lap under the water. Liz smiled at her as she began to gently massage it, running her hands up around Carrie’s calf and then back down to her toes, squeezing them individually.

“Never mind, I’ve given up on the idea of seducing you. You just keep doing that,” she said, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. “You said Ben was good, but he must have taken lessons from you.”

Liz laughed. “I don’t just do feet.”

Carrie opened her eyes. “Oh? Tell me more.”

“Come closer,” said Liz.

Carrie smiled saucily and slid close to Liz. “Who’s seducing whom?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. Carrie leaned back against the wall of the tub, slumping down so that her chin was almost in the water, her blonde hair floating on the water around her head. Liz ran her hands softly up Carrie’s thighs, which were now lying across Liz’s. Liz admired Carrie’s nude body; though distorted underneath the water and bubbles, it was tantalizingly close. Realizing she was probably staring, she looked up and made eye contact with Carrie. Carrie was smiling at her.

“You can stare all you want,” Carrie said laughing. She placed a hand on Liz’s hand. Liz took a deep breath.

“So what about Darren? He’s cool with all this?”

Carrie smirked. “Of course. I’d like to say I’ve got him wrapped around my finger, but I know he enjoys the exhibitionist aspect of it.” She paused. “Well, we both do.”

Liz’s eyes widened. “You’ve done this before?” she asked as she massaged Carrie’s thigh.

Carrie grinned sheepishly. “Well, not like last night. That was a first. But we have…how shall I say it…done things a little publicly before.”

“Such as…?” Liz inquired as she squeezed Carrie’s thigh.

“Any interest in doing my shoulders while I tell you?”

“Sure thing,” said Liz happily. Carrie shifted her position so that her back was to Liz and could sit between her legs. Liz pulled Carrie’s wet hair to the side and placed her hands on her friend’s shoulders, gently rubbing her thumbs into the muscles above her shoulder blades.

Carrie signed. “Very nice…”.

“So, you were saying,” said Liz.

“Oh right…well, there’s been a couple occasions. Remember how we rented that condo at the beach last summer? Well, it had a balcony. So one night we were out there and dared each other to get naked.”

“Ooh, very bold,” giggled Liz as she rubbed her fingers into Carrie’s shoulder muscles.

“Well, we didn’t stop there. I can’t resist a hard cock, and Darren was aroused at this point. You know how he gets, don’t you?” Carrie said with a backwards glance at her friend and knowing smile.

“Oh, you’re so bad,” Liz laughed. “That was so long ago, I barely remember.”

Liz felt Carrie place a hand on the side of her thigh, giving her a reassuring squeeze. Liz enjoyed the touch and gave Carrie’s body a squeeze with her thighs, and then leaned in, letting her nipples brush against Carrie’s back, as she continued her massage more firmly.

“Anyway, we knew there was another couple on the next balcony down from us. We could hear them, but couldn’t see them and obviously they couldn’t see us. But they’d been talking, but as soon as Darren started to moan pretty audibly, they got real quiet. We knew they were listening.”

“Oh my,” Liz’s grip on Carrie’s shoulders got a little more firm, and Liz felt Carrie’s hand start to rub her thigh. “Was that the extent of it?”

Carrie laughed. “Uh, no. After I sucked him for a while I got on top of his lap and we fucked.”

“Right there on the balcony?”

“Uh huh,” Carrie nodded. “I know, naughty right? And there were people down on the boardwalk below us. Most didn’t notice. But one couple did. They looked up at us and watched for a little bit, probably trying to figure out what was going on. But I think they figured it out. We waved to them eventually, and then they moved on.”

It was Liz’s turn to laugh. “I’m sure they got a kick out of that. That’s really hot.” As she said that, she slipped one arm around Carrie’s abdomen and placed her hand on otele gelen escort her belly, pulling Carrie back against her chest, while moving her other hand to the back of Carrie’s neck, massaging her there.

“Mmmm, that feels nice,” Carrie mewed.

“Where I’m massaging you?” asked Liz.

“Mmhmm, and also just being close to you.” Carrie wiggled as if to get closer, and Liz felt Carrie’s hand run up her thigh and grasp the side of her bottom, giving it a playful squeeze.

Liz responded by running her hand down Carrie’s belly just to the point where she could feel Carrie’s curly hair marking her mound, and then back up, letting the top of her hand brush the underside of her breasts. Liz nuzzled Carrie’s neck with her nose, inhaling deeply and replaced her hand on Carrie’s belly.

“You don’t have to stop,” Carrie said.

“No?”

“Mmmm, no, please don’t,” giggled Carrie.

Liz brought her hand back up to Carrie’s right breast and lightly ran her finger tips over the soft flesh, around her nipple, intentionally avoiding it. “Any other times you and Darren have gotten frisky in front of others?”

Carrie signed at Liz’s touch. “Well, that was probably our most public time, but we did it on a camping trip, knowing people in tents nearby could probably hear us. And in a hotel room after hearing the people next door go at it.”

Liz brushed her thumb against Carrie’s taut nipple. “Kinda reminds me of a couple nights ago.” She cupped Carrie’s breast in her hand.

“That was so hot,” said Carrie as she arched her back again and squirmed against Liz’s body under the water. “What about you two? Have you ever done anything in public together?”

“Oh gosh no,” said Liz. “I know, boring, but hey…we’re kinda tame.”

“So nothing with even the chance of getting caught for you?”

Liz paused. “Well, there was this one time in college…but it was just me. No partner.”

“Wait, what?” Carrie exclaimed as she twisted her body around a bit to face Liz. “What did you do?”

Liz’s face reddened. “Well, it was just…know you…me, enjoying myself…oh my, I can’t believe I’m telling you this. Okay, I was really horny and wanted to masturbate. It was at night, I was in my bed in the dorm and I started to do it. Quietly, of course. I had a roommate across the room who I assumed was asleep. But I gradually realized she wasn’t. But I didn’t stop. I could tell she was listening to me.”

As Liz told the story she could feel Carrie’s hand on her thigh tighten, caressing her flesh under the water. Liz paused. “Go on…and?” said Carrie eagerly.

“She wasn’t just listening either,” said Liz. “Every once and a while I could see and hear her sheets moving. She was doing it too. I didn’t let on that I could tell she was paying attention to me though. I didn’t want her to get frightened. But I kept going.”

“You’re so naughty!” said Carrie with glee.

Liz laughed. “I know, I finished up and a minute or so later she did as well. She tried to be so quiet, but I could tell by her breathing and the sounds of the sheets she enjoyed herself.”

“Did you ever say anything to her about it?” Carrie asked.

“No, never did. And she didn’t either. Nothing like it every happened again.”

“See, you’re pretty bold yourself. I’ve never done that with another woman,” Carrie admitted as she turned to face Liz, her face flushed and nipples taut.

“First time for everything,” Liz responded with a grin. “How do you do it?”

“Masturbate?”

“Yeah, are you a fingers-only girl or other…objects…and clit or pussy or both?” asked Liz eagerly.

It was Carrie’s turn to be a little taken aback, both by the subject matter and Liz’s unusual bluntness. “Oh, usually just fingers, though the shower head works well when it’s available,” said Carrie.

“Me too,” giggled Liz. “Though sometimes I lie on top of my pillow and, you know…rub. I’m mainly clit oriented.”

“Oh, yes, that works for me too!” said Carrie, warming to the conversation. “But I also like having something in me when I do it. Sometimes fingers. I used to have a toy for that too. But now I have Darren.” She winked as she moved to sit next to Liz again, their thighs touching under the water.

After a brief pause, Liz said sternly, “Show me.”

Carrie’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

“Yes, show me. I want to see what you do.”

“I’m not doing this alone my friend,” said Carrie with a grin.

“Oh, you won’t be,” said Liz as she placed a hand on Carrie’s thigh.

“Then you need to take off those panties of yours,” said Carrie.

“Deal,” said Liz, as she pushed them down her legs, bringing the sodden panties up out of the water, wringing them out and tossing them to the side of the tub.

“That’s more like it,” said Carrie playfully as she looked down at Liz’s nude body.

“Easier access anyway,” said Liz as she placed her hand between her thighs, running her fingers through the dark, curly pubic hairs.

Carrie responded by running her hand up and down her own thigh, and then she pressed her hand against her sex, cupping herself. “Mmmm, I didn’t realize how turned on I was,” she said. She sank a little lower in the tub, the cleft of her full breasts just exposed over the waterline.

“I like to start slow, trying to prolong it, but that never lasts, you know…I can’t hold back,” giggled Liz.

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