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Working as a field service technician has its advantages and its disadvantages. It gives you a wide variety of work locations, some better than others. It allows you to see the insides of all kinds of airports. You get to spend lots of weeks and weekends away from home. You get to endure the pleasures of a divorce. Yeah, life as a traveling technician is really great. Well, maybe not so much. After a long week working at installing and debugging a control system, I had a long weekend to kill in San Antonio. I’d rather be home where I could go fishing or work on one of my many projects around the house. Instead, I was cooling my heels until I could get back to the plant on Monday.

Having dug through the local attraction listings and getting a few suggestions from the secretaries at the plant, I decided to go take in Sea World and get a look at the famous Shamu. I got to the park around ten on Sunday morning and after nearly an hour of standing in line to get tickets and get through security, I finally got into the park. It didn’t take long to track down the show times for the killer whale and make my way through the winding park roads to his tank for the show.

It was quite interesting and entertaining to watch the big whales fly through the air and do tricks, and it was the most interesting shower I’d ever gotten when the huge fluke flung water into the crowd, saturating those of us “lucky” enough to be sitting in just the right place.

After dripping my way out of the stadium, I made my way to a few other rides and shows, finally breaking for lunch at one of the many eateries within the park. The temperature was soaring into the high nineties, so for me, the thing to do was to head to the water park and chill out for the afternoon.

On the advice of one of the secretaries at the plant where I had been working, I brought a small bag with my swim trunks, some sun block and a pair of water shoes. Twenty dollars and ten minutes later I was changed and was stuffing my still soggy clothing into a locker, ready to explore some cooler activities.

A quick dip in the huge wave pool’s bathwater warm water was fun, but getting out of the water did more to cool my hot body than the water itself did. Feeling a bit better, I wandered around a little, soon finding my way to a large pool full of stingrays that continually circled the artificial rock harbor. I wasn’t really up for paying an extra twenty five bucks to stand in the water and feed the creatures, but leaning over the wall and touching them was fun. The adjacent water slide, a five story high twisting tube of orange, red and green, emptied into a tunnel under the ray pool, providing what was described by some people around me as a spectacular view.

The line was long to say the least, winding up the staircase and moving at a slow pace of only a half dozen or so people a minute. I made a quick guess that it was going to take about forty five minutes to get to the business end of the ride, and muttered something about that fact to no one in particular.

“Yeah. Makes me wonder if it’s worth the wait.” A lady near me answered my unaimed question.

“I hear ya. I’m debating if I want to stand here this long.” I said as I turned to survey the woman. I figured her to be a tad younger than I was, maybe in her early forties or so, a slight bit shorter than my six foot frame with sandy blond hair in a long pony tail and gray-blue eyes that seemed to twinkle as she smiled. The thigh length charcoal gray t-shirt she wore covered what appeared to be a medium build, not thin but certainly not fat either, though just what shape it had was a bit hard to discern from her chest down, the t-shirt hanging fairly loosely after it pushed out over what seemed like a moderately good sized pair of breasts.

“I have the same concern. It looks like a pretty long wait.” She said, snapping me from my survey.

“They say it’s a great view from down under though.” I said, taking a few more steps up the curved path that led toward the first of the stairs.

“Maybe the line will go faster than we think?” She asked hopefully.

“I’d guess there’s a limit to how fast it can go. Looks like one tube every thirty seconds or so. Hopefully they pack them full before they send em.”

“I don’t think they do,” she replied. “My sister said it’s up to whoever you go with as to how many are in the tube, as long as it isn’t over eight hundred pounds.”

“Good thing I don’t weigh that much then, because it looks like I’ll be going alone.”

“Yeah, me too.” She said as we stepped forward another couple feet.

“Well, you’re certainly not over the weight limit.” I joked, looking down at her body again.

She shifted to stick a leg out a bit and tugged the sides of the shirt back to pull it snug across the front of her body. “I certainly hope not. I’d hate to think all that dieting I do goes to waste!”

“I’d have to say it didn’t.” I answered, getting a better look at the shape of her body. There was definitely no excess fat on her, bedava bahis and it was clear that her breasts were a bit larger than I had guessed, maybe a thirty eight C cup or so. “In fact, I’d have to say it did a lot more than go to waste.”

“Oh. Thank you!” She said with a little blush and a shy smile, letting go of the shirt so it hung loosely again. “You’re definitely not going to be over the weight limit either.”

“No. But it’s getting a lot harder to keep the weight off. That two hundred pound mark keeps trying to sneak up on me.”

“Well, doesn’t look it to me.” She answered with a bright smile.

“I appreciate that!” I answered feeling a bit warm inside at her comments.

The conversation turned to the weather and then to jobs. We chatted for almost half an hour as we slowly worked our way up the switchback staircase, making our way out from the shadows onto a sunny section.

“You know. It’s getting pretty warm out here!” The woman, whose name I had learned was Terri, said, fanning herself with her hands.

“I’m not surprised. Standing in the sun on a nearly hundred degree day with a dark shirt on? That’s just asking to be hot.” I said reaching out and gripping a fold of the shirt and tugging on it lightly to emphasize my point.

“Yeah, well…I don’t have my regular suit on under it, so the shirt is to hide my body, which my sister’s suit exposes way too much of!” She replied emphatically.

“Oh? That brings all kinds of things to mind. Just what kind of suit do you have on under there besides your birthday suit?” I asked with a wicked grin.

“Ohhhh You dirty minded man!” She answered with an almost girlish giggle. “If you really have to know, this was a spur of the moment trip to come with them, and I didn’t have a suit with me, so she loaned me one of her bikini’s and it’s a little bit small for me.”

“Hmmmmm I can make a few guesses where it might be small at, and all of them are pleasant thoughts.” I answered.

“You do have a dirty mind!” She exclaimed, reaching out and giving my shoulder a gentle slap.

“What can I say?” I asked with a shrug. “Guilty as charged.”

“Men! You’re all the same! Just trying to get a girl out of her clothes!” She said with an obviously forced scowl that quickly turned back into a smile. “I guess that’s why we love to have you around. Makes us feel good.”

“Well, why not let me make you feel better then. Take off the shirt so you can cool off and I can ogle the too small suit!”

“Like that’s going to happen!” She said shaking her head while the guy in line behind her tried to suppress a grin at our exchange.

“Why not? You’re not bashful are you?” I asked

“Maybe a little.” She answered quietly. “I usually wear a one piece and this one shows a lot more skin than I’m used to.”

“Well, that might be a good thing.” I answered with a crooked grin on my face.

“For you maybe. I’m not so sure about me though.”

“Awwww come on. I’m standing here in nothing but my swim trunks and I’m not embarrassed.” I told her.

“Yeah. Guys are used to running around without shirts on. Women aren’t. If they could guys would probably run around in nothing just to show off!”

I turned and looked over the railing at the mob of people running around the water park. “Well…Gee….Let’s see. Seems to me there are an awful lot of bikini’s running around without shirts covering them.” I said before turning back to her. “How about you join ’em? I’ll promise not to laugh or make any embarrassing comments.”

“Are you trying to sweet talk me out of my shirt?”

“Me? When have you ever known me to try something like that?”

“Well, I haven’t, but then I’ve only known you for twenty minutes.”

“See? Perfect record!” I exclaimed, the guy in line behind her stifling a laugh.

“Men. They’d do or say anything to get a woman out of her clothes!” She said, rolling her eyes and sighing. “I suppose you’re not going to quit until I take it off, are you?”

“Well, I would if you told me to, but I’d much prefer that I win this one.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I have a hunch that the view will be much more enjoyable than leaning over the railing and looking out there!” I said, jerking my thumb over my shoulder toward the railing.

“Fine! Only because I’m hot though!” She said as she reached down to the bottom of her long t-shirt. She quickly pulled it up, skimming it right up and over her head, her blondish ponytail catching for a moment in the neck hole before flopping down into the middle of her back again.

To say the view was good would be like calling the Eiffel tower a little erector set project. The bikini was a combination type consisting of a tiny boy shorts style bottom and a string top that was indeed too small. The triangles of white material with little blue and green flowers covered about half of each of her breasts, a significant amount of what was obviously much more than a C cup trying to squeeze out around the triangles. The casino siteleri strings were snugly tied around her, squeezing her breasts together to create a deep crevasse of soft creamy skin that looked incredibly inviting. Her waist was not skinny, but also I couldn’t call her fat, her waist and tummy almost as even around as her hips, which supported the very snug very tiny shorts style bottom.

“Wow.” I whispered as I tried to stick my eyes back into their sockets. “Nothing to be ashamed of there!”

“Well. Still a bit revealing.” She said, holding the now wadded up shirt in front of her chest.

“Yeah, it is that. Very beautifully so.” I said, reaching for a corner of the shirt and tugging on it.

She rolled her eyes and told me to go catch up to the line, which had moved up several steps while I had been enticing her to take off her shirt. I turned and bounded up the few steps leading to the next platform, and turned to wait for Terri to climb up and meet me. With me now standing at the same level as she was, instead of one step higher, I had to concentrate on not staring at her fantastic tits and at the same time to try and keep my cock from getting any more noticeable than it already was.

Another fifteen minutes passed, during which she seemed to grow a bit more comfortable with not wearing the shirt and spent less time holding it in front of her and more time chatting with me. She explained that she had just finalized her divorce and her sister had badgered her to come with them in the hopes of finding a “hot young stud”. During that time the two of us slowly climbed step by step up to the final platform.

“It’s almost our turn.” She said as we watched the group of three ahead of us climb into a large round tube with a flexible bottom. The tube had hand straps around the circumference of both the top and the flexible bottom, giving the riders plenty of places to hold on to. We watched the light turn green and the attendant pushed the tube from where it was floating to the entrance of the tunnel, where it disappeared moments later.

The ride had two stations feeding the tube and while our side of the platform loaded the other side was already loaded and waiting.

“Ready?” The attendant asked, looking at the two of us and assuming we were together.

I held Terri’s hand while she climbed down into the tube and stepped back while she settled herself into the bottom. “Aren’t you coming?” she called up to me.

I shrugged and stepped toward the tube. “Sure!” I stepped carefully down into the five foot diameter tube across from Terri and sat down. Terri and I quickly tried several leg arrangements and finally ended up with one of each of our legs over one of the others leg. The tangle looked a bit odd, but was fairly comfortable as we leaned back against the tube walls to wait. Terri slipped her hand down through the neck of the t-shirt and grabbed back hold of the handle so that the t-shirt wouldn’t get away during the ride while I looked down briefly at her spread legs and shorts covered pussy, a few curls of blond sticking out of the extremely short legs.

“Here we go!” The attendant said as he grabbed the tube handles and tugged the tube from where it was floating and moved it to the beginning of the huge orange tunnel. The initial drop was actually fairly gentle, but even so, the tube picked up speed quickly, the two of us sliding up the side of the first tight turn as we picked up more speed and whipped down the orange tunnel. We broke out of the twisting tunnel into an open top section, picking up still more speed before zipping into another covered section. With my back to the direction we were traveling I had no idea that the deluge that hit us was even coming. Water gushing from pipes above us drenched us as if we had just run under Niagra Falls.

I shook my head and let go of the handle with one hand to wipe my face as we took another fast twisting S curve, and then just a suddenly we flew out into a slowly moving stream, the tube throwing up a huge shower of water over us as it suddenly slowed.

“That was fun!” Terri laughed as we floated along the slow moving water, the clear tunnel roof part of the bottom of the stingray tank above us. I have to admit that I was only partly paying attention to the rays swimming around above us, my eyes almost glued to Terri’s right breast, which had been completely uncovered by the deluge of water we had gone under.

“Terri, I don’t want to spoil my view, but I think you should fix your top.”

“Oh shit!” She squealed, looking down and trying to cover her creamy breast with one hand while trying to pull the displaced triangle of material back over her oblong areola and bright pink nipple.

“Here.” I said leaning forward. As much as I wanted to just continue to watch her flash me as she tried to fix her suit, we were almost to the end, and I was pretty sure she wouldn’t want to be flashing whoever was at the end of the tube. Surprisingly she moved her hand and let bahis siteleri her tit flop out over the tiny string again allowing me to reach out and cup her breast pressing my whole palm against it. I could feel her hard nipple press into my palm as I lifted and flattened her breast, pulling the material over my hand as it covered and flattened her breast. I slipped my hand out from between the suit top and her soft breast, allowing my fingers to stroke across her nipple as I did.

“There.” I said as I leaned back almost at the same time as the tube bumped against the exit stairs.

Without a word Terri climbed out of the tube with the help of the attendant and walked up the stairs as if she were going to just walk away. With a heavy sigh I climbed out while he held the tube and followed where she had just disappeared up the stairs. I was surprised to see her standing on the sidewalk at the top of the stairs waiting for me.

“Come on.” She said, walking away from the exit of the ride. “You know. I was kind of upset at what you did when you helped me, but then I thought about it, I guess if I had my hand down your pants, I would have given it a little squeeze too.” She said as she walked along next to me.

“I really didn’t figure you wanted to flash everyone.” I told her as I followed along.

“I appreciate that.” She said as we walked along the winding path.

“Where are we going?”

“I think the wave pool.” She said simply, continuing to walk along the paved walk way. I followed her along to the wave pool, where she dropped her shirt on the a sandy spot at the edge and then waded into the long sloped pool stopping only when the water was about four or so feet deep, lapping around her sexy looking tits. She turned around expectantly and waited for me to catch up the few feet I had fallen behind as we waded in.

“I better hold onto these for now.” She said as she reached for my hands. “Don’t want them wandering around, now do we?”

“I guess not.” I answered in a bit if confusion. I looked up at the big clock ticking down until the next wave cycle started and stood in the water with her holding both my hands.

She dunked herself down into the water to her neck, using my hands to pull me down with her. Once under the water she gave me a wicked little grin and let go of my left hand. I almost immediately felt her fingers brush against my stomach as she fished inside the waistband of my swim trunks to find and pull out the string that held the waist tight. “Now that should help.” She said as she tugged on the strings until they were untied. She tugged on the suit waist until it was floating loosely around my waist then looked down into the water to find my hand again and close it in her own.

“Just what are you up to?” I asked looking around at the crowded pool.

“Well, just evening up the score. I mean you did feel me up, didn’t you?” She answered as the people in the pool started shouting the countdown to the next wave cycle.

“Well, given the current state of things, maybe not as much as I should have!” I almost shouted over the crowd noise.

“Well, feel free to remedy that.” She answered, as the first wave rolled past us, lifting us both in the water and pushing us a few feet back toward the shallow end. “Now why don’t you see if you can keep us from floating too shallow here, ok?” She said as let go of my hands on the next wave and allowed herself to float right up against me, her legs spread outside of mine. Her hands quickly pushed the front of my suit down while she wrapped her legs around mine to keep her from floating away.

“Damn!” I said in surprise as her hands grabbed around my cock, my own hands busy trying to keep us upright.

“Damn is right. You’re huge!” She said with a laugh just before the next big wave pushed us back, grinding her swim suit covered pussy against my exposed hard cock as she let go to try and balance herself.

If she thought I was going to stand there and not touch back…well I’m sure she didn’t think that at all. I squatted down between waves to make sure we were both under water up to our necks and reached out to squeeze and play with her tits. I unintentionally pushed the material off one breast as a large wave lifted and pushed us, using my hand to cover her bare tit as the trough dropped the water level to nearly waist deep for a moment.

Several more waves washed over us before the wave machine stopped generating and the pool settled to its calm state. “That was fun!” Terri said with a laugh as she fixed her top while holding herself under water. “I think I need some more sun block though. Wanna come with?”

“Sure thing.” I answered.

“You better tie your suit then.” She giggled, reaching out and tugging it again. Even though she had pulled it back up it was still quite loose around my hips and would probably fall right down if I climbed out of the water. I quickly tied the string and then followed her out of the water. She led the way around from the wave pool toward the lazy river type ride and then turned and headed into a large sandy area that contained a wide array of lounge chairs and a few curtained cabanas. She flashed her wrist band and drew me along past the attendant and across the sand lot to one of the yellow and brown tents.

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Alles begann im Sommer letzten Jahres. Es war Anfang August und das Wetter war einfach nicht zu ertragen. Seit Wochen kein Regen und auch die nächsten Wochen war nichts in Sicht. Doch die nächsten Monate würden sich als die besten Monate meines bisherigen Lebens herausstellen.

Zunächst einmal zu den beteiligten Personen:

Ich heiße Mike und bin 19 Jahre alt. Ich war gerade im Abschlussjahr meines Abiturs. Ich bin 1,90m groß und gut gebaut.

Auch bei den Mädels lief es relativ gut. Ein paar Mal im Monat konnte ich ihn bei der einen oder anderen wegstecken.

Eine feste Freundin hatte ich nicht und mir war bis dahin auch nicht daran gelegen. Ich führte lediglich eine offene Beziehung zu Petra aus meiner Parallelklasse. Sie war 1.75m groß, hatte schulterlange blonde Haare und war auf den ersten Blick unscheinbar.

Sie hatte jedoch einen unfassbar perfekten Körper, eine glatte und geschmeidige Haut, sowie einen sehr einladenden Arsch und ein wunderbar großes C-Körbchen.

Wenn man sie mit einer bekannten Person vergleichen müsste wäre dies Lena Gercke.

Mit von der Partie war noch meine größere Schwester Luisa. Sie ist 21 Jahre alt und ist im dritten Semester ihres Studiums.

Sie ist ca. 1,77m groß, hat schulterlange braune Haare und ist “etwas” beleibter, wenn man das überhaupt so sagen konnte. An ihr war einfach etwas dran.

Ich würde sie so auf vielleicht 70 Kg schätzen. Die vielleicht ein paar Kilos zu viel hatten sich aber perfekt in Arsch, Hüften und Brüste geschlichen.

Wenn man sie mit einer bekannten Person vergleichen müsste wäre dies Alexandra Daddario.

Sie hatte einen festen Freund. Sein Name ist Frank und er sah mir sehr ähnlich.

Er arbeitete bereits und war fast jedes Wochenende bei uns zu Gast.

Zu ihm aber erst später in der Geschichte.

Nun kommen wir zu meinen Eltern. Meine Mutter Hanna ist 39 Jahre alt, ist 1,72m groß und hat kurze braune Haare. Sie ist Hausfrau und für uns da. Ich will nicht näher ins Detail gehen aber wenn man sie mit einer bekannten Person vergleichen müsste wäre sie Scarlett Johansson. Nur das sie nicht blond ist.

Mein Vater Paul ist 44 Jahre alt, ist 1,90m groß und war vom Typ her der Bauarbeiter, arbeitet jedoch in der Chefetage eines größeren mittelständischen Unternehmens. Er ist leidenschaftlicher Hobbyfotograf und da kommen wir nun zum Punkt der Geschichte der den Stein ins Rollen gebracht hat.

Wir alle hatten ein relativ inniges familiäres Verhältnis. Man war offen den Anderen gegenüber und sprach über fast alles. Ein Geheimnis bestand aber darin, dass meine Eltern an Wochenenden immer zusammen wegfuhren, uns nicht sagten wohin sie fuhren und jedes Mal fröhlich zurückkamen. Meist am Tag danach schlichen Sie sich für wenige

Stunden in ihren Kellerraum und machten Fotos. So hieß es jedenfalls immer. Ich war sehr neugierig, hatte aber bisher immer ihre Privatsphäre respektiert und sie machen lassen.

Eines Tages Anfang August war ich gerade dabei nachmittags in meinem Zimmer mit Petra zu vögeln. Bei uns ging in Sachen “Dirty Talk” meist richtig die Post ab, da es uns schönhochschaukelte.

So ritt mich Petra genüsslich und im schnellen Tempo auf meinem Bett und ich zwirbelte dabei ihre Titten. Ich walkte meinen Körper im selben Rhythmus ihrer Hüfte entgegen und krallte mich in ihren prallen und vom Schweiß getränkten Arsch, zog ihre Backen auseinander um mit den Fingern an ihrem Hintereingang zu drücken. “Fick mich härter du Schlampe” und “ramm ihn dir richtig rein, deine Rosette bekommt gleich einen Besuch” rief ich ihr zu. “Ich ficke deinen dreckigen Schwanz bis er platzt” und “ich will deine verfickte Sahne in mir spüren” schrie sie fast durch mein Zimmer. Als wir dann die Position wechselten und ich meinen Schwanz schon an ihrer Rosette ansetze bemerkte ich dass die Tür leicht offen stand.

Einen leichten Schatten konnte ich gerade so auch noch erkennen, der dann aber abrupt verschwand. Von der Größe des Schattens musste es eine kleinere Person gewesen sein, was meinen Vater ausschließt. Ich wurde aus unbegreiflichen Gründen schlagartig noch geiler und härter. Ich stieß Petra meinen Schwanz in die Rosette und krallte mich in ihre Arschbacken fest.

Stoß um Stoß wuchs meine Erregung welche durch das nasse Klatschen meiner Hüfte und ihres Hinterns begleitet wurde. “Treib ihn mir richtig rein du Hurenbock, ich komme gleich” schrie sie lasziv und bearbeitete ihre glatt rasierte Pussy mit der rechten Hand. Langsam und stetig wuchs das Kribbeln in meinen Lenden und zog meine Eier zusammen. Mit einem noch nie dagewesenen Druck spritzte ich in den Arsch von Petra, die gleichermaßen heftig zuckte und stöhnte. Petra sank in sich zusammen und lag nun auf dem Bauch. Ich hatte nun auch keine Körperspannung mehr und legte mich auf sie, obwohl ich wusste, dass ich zu schwer für sie war. Für die nächsten zwei Minuten konnte ich kein Wort rausbringen, geschweige denn mich irgendwie bewegen.

“Was hat dich den so in Fahrt gebracht Mike? Du hast schon länger illegal bahis nicht mehr so ein heftiges Tempo vorgelegt” sagte Petra erschöpft ins Kissen. “Ich bin mir nicht sicher, womöglich lag es an deinem geilen im Licht feucht-glänzenden Arsch” antwortete ich ihr, obwohl ich mir selber eingestehen musste, dass der Gedanke beobachtet worden zu sein, meine Geilheit enorm förderte. Ich beließ es zunächst dabei ihr nichts zu sagen und zuerst selber auf Kundschaft zu gehen.

Ich ließ Petra also im Bett liegen und sagte ihr, dass ich uns ein Eis holen würde. Ich zog kurzerhand meine enge Boxer Short an und ging runter in die Wohnküche, wo meine Mutter gerade die Spülmaschine einräumte. Dies war schon relativ merkwürdig, da sie diese Aufgabe immer meinem Vater überließ. Ich huschte bedächtig an Ihr vorbei zum Kühlschrank und bemerkte kurze Blicke in Richtung meines Schrittes. Mein Schwanz war immer noch sehr geschwollen und hatte natürlich gänzlich an Härte verloren. Jedoch hatte ich einen größeren Fleck an meiner Eichel, die wie ich jetzt bemerken musste, deutlich zu sehen war. Ich griff ins Kühlfach als meine Mutter sich räusperte und mich fragte ob Petra zum Abendessen bliebe. Ich bejahte die Frage und ging mit zwei Eis

am Stiel wieder nach oben.

Auf dem Weg nach oben, dachte ich mir dass es meine Mutter gewesen sein muss, da Luisa draußen am Pool lag und sich sonnte. 100%tig konnte ich es nicht sagen aber die Blicke meiner Mutter waren schon verräterisch. Ich betrat mein Zimmer und fand Petra immer noch so auf wie ich sie verlassen hatte. Ich nahm eine Eistüte und setzte diese zwischen ihre Beine an.

Petra schreckte kurz auf, stöhnte danach jedoch spitz ins Kissen und reckte ihren Hintern nach oben. Ich beugte mich runter und fuhr einmal mit der Zunge durch Muschi und Rosette bis hin zu Ihrer linken Arschbacke, die einen kleinen sanften Biss von mir bekam. Wir schlürften gemeinsam unser Eis und verbrachten noch ca. 1 1/2 Stunden beim Fernsehen in meinem Zimmer.

Das Abendessen verlief ganz normal und ohne Vorkommnisse.

Am Tag darauf waren nur ich und meine Eltern zu Hause. Luisa war bei Frank und Petra war mit Freunden unterwegs. Gegen Mittag rief mich meine Mutter zum Mittagessen runter.

Als ich die Treppen runterkam, bemerkte ich wie es immer heißer wurde. Ich schaute auf das Bedienelement der Bodenheizung und musste mit Erstaunen feststellen, das sich auch nach mehrmaligem Drehen an den Knöpfen, an der eingestellten Stufe, nichts änderte. Ich ging erschöpft in die Wohnküche und wollte gerade fragen was mit der Heizung los sei, als mich meine Eltern quasi halbnackt empfingen. Meine Mutter hatte ihren kleinsten Bikini an, der mehr zeigte als verbarg und mein Vater hatte nur ein Handtuch um die Hüften.

“OK, was ist hier los?” fragte ich schelmisch und mit hochgezogenen Augenbrauen. “Die Heizung ist defekt, lässt sich nicht mehr einstellen und bleibt auf der einen Stufe” sagte mein Vater zu mir. “Wir waren gerade im Keller Fotos machen als wir es merkten und haben uns dann auch gleich nicht weiter angezogen, da es fast unerträglich ist” fügte meine Mutter hinzu.

“Ok, Fotos von Abendgarderobe machen die da unten wohl nicht”, dachte ich mir und konnte meine Augen nicht von Mamas Arsch lassen, der in diesem Bikini so heftig zur Geltung kam.

Klar wusste ich auch vorher, dass meine Mutter einen sehr nett anzuschauenden Körper hat, jedoch wirkte dies bei der Hitze und dem Geschehen vom Vortag irgendwie viel interessanter.

Meine Mutter bat uns sich hinzusetzen. Ich folgte ihrer Bitte und saß ihr gegenüber. Sofort bemerkte ich nun auch ihre Brüste, die vom Schweiß ein wenig glänzten.

Ich schluckte schwer und richtete den Blick auf mein Essen. Nach einer halben Minute sprach mich mein Vater an und fragte mich ob ich diesen Nachmittag schon etwas vorhätte.

Ich verneinte und musste wieder auf die Brüste meiner Mutter schielen. “Du weißt ja das ich sehr gerne fotografiere und das deine Mutter und ich im Keller immer ein paar Fotosessions machen” sagte er. Ich nickte und sah ihn an. “Hättest du nicht Lust, nach einer kurzen Einführung in die Kameratechnik, Fotos von mir und Mama zu machen? Die Fotos, geschossen vom Stativ aus oder Einzelaufnahmen sind auf Kurz oder lang nicht mehr neu für uns, und wir wollen ein paar neue Sachen ausprobieren” fragte er mich.

Ich schluckte wieder schwer und fragte was das den für Fotos sein sollen. “Schöne Fotos von mir und Papa, für unser Fotoalbum” erwähnte meine Mutter und hielt mir ein Fotoalbum, welches sie unter dem Tisch hervor holte, hin. Ich nahm es an mich und laß auf dem Cover ” Fotoalbum Nr.1 ( normal )”. Beim ersten Blättern konnte ich recht ansehnliche Bilder von meiner Mutter im Minikleid oder im Abendkleid sehen. Die Posen waren jedoch immer recht lasziv und leicht erotisch. Auf den letzten Seiten folgten dann Fotos von ihr im Bikini, vor verschiedenen Hintergründen. Die Posen hier waren noch eindeutiger und ließen meinen Schwanz, der ohnehin schon zuckte, nun casino siteleri extrem hart werden. “Die Fotos habt ihr alle im Keller gemacht?” fragte ich und bekam von beiden ein ja zu hören. “Und wo sind die Fotos wo ihr zusammen drauf zu sehen seid?” fragte ich.

“Die sind in einem anderen Album, das können wir dir später mal zeigen” sagte meine Mutter.

Extrem neugierig, geil von der Situation und mit der Hoffnung auf vielleicht ein paar schöne Eindrücke entschied ich mich für das Vorhaben. Besonders meine Mutter reagierte fröhlich und sagte: „Dann lasst uns mal aufessen und dann runter in den Keller oder vielleicht machen wir diesmal auch Fotos am Pool, mal sehen.”

Nachdem das Geschirr von meinem Vater eingeräumt wurde und ich meine Latte durch vollste Konzentration schrumpfen lies, begaben wir uns in Richtung der Treppen. Und wieder musste ich auf den geilen Arsch meiner Mutter glotzen, malte mir aus wie der wohl ohne Stoff aussehen würde und folgte ihr runter. Mein Vater folgte uns und legte dabei sein Handtuch ab.

Darunter kam eine enge Boxer Short zum Vorschein und nicht sein Adamskostüm wie ich es mir vielleicht schon dachte.

Im Kellerraum angekommen erspähte ich zahlreiche Requisiten für den Hintergrund. Zu dem Zeitpunkt war eine Blaue Wand aufgebaut und eine Sonnenliege aus dem Garten stand vor der Wand.

Nach einer kurzen Instruktion von meinem Vater in die technischen Gegebenheiten der Kamera und der angeschlossenen Lichtspots, gab er mir die Kamera in die Hand und sagte: „dann mach mal”

Ich fragte ihn was ich den jetzt genau fotografieren soll und er sagte mir: „Ja zuerst deine Mutter, die wird dir schon ausreichend Posen zur Verfügung stellen.” Zufrieden setzte er sich an seinen Schreibtisch und beobachtete den Monitor, der die aufgenommenen Fotos sofort darstellen sollte.

Meine Mutter legte sich zunächst wie eine Diva auf die Sonnenliege und guckte mich verführerisch an. Sie zog ein Bein an und streckte die Brüste raus. Dann strich sie lasziv mit den Händen über ihre Oberschenkel und ihren Bauch, um danach ihre Brüste kurz anzuheben. Dann drehte sie sich auf den Bauch, schaute mich an und reckte ihren vom Schweiß glänzenden Arsch ein wenig nach oben. Ich machte bereits ca. 50 Fotos von diesen Posen und hatte bereits mit meiner sich anbahnenden Latte zu kämpfen, die jedoch relativ gut versteckt in meinen

weiten Shorts zuckte.

Nun schlich sich mein Vater ins Geschehen und begab sich zu Mutter auf die Liege. Er hatte etwas Öl mit dabei und verrieb es auf dem Rücken sowie auf den prallen Arschbacken der lächelnden Dame, welche durch das kalte Öl erschrak. Sie drehte sich wieder um und ließ sich von Papa das Dekolleté, den Bauch sowie die Oberschenkel einreiben. Dabei versuchte sie stets in die Kamera zu gucken und Körperspannung zu bewahren um mir ein tolles Bild anzubieten.

Ich machte währenddessen keinerlei Bemerkungen, fotografierte vor mich hin und versuchte es zu genießen. Dann bemerkte ich wie sich meine Eltern kurz anschauten und sich danach beide an nickten. Sofort änderte sich ihre Körpersprache in für die Fotos posierend, zu liebevoll und zärtlich zueinander, ohne in die Kamera zu gucken.

Meine Mutter kniete sich auf die Liege, den Hintern in meine Richtung zeigend, und mein Vater stand leicht breitbeinig vor ihr. Zunächst streichelte meine Mutter den Körper von Papa rauf und runter.

Da ich mich unbeachtet fühlte, ging ich in die Hocke und zoomte Mamas pralle Backen ins Bild. Da der Bildschirm auch von den beiden aus zu sehen war konnte mein Vater, von dem ich dachte er würde sich nur auf Mama konzentrieren, meine Nahaufnahmen sehen und sagte stolz: “Deine Mutter hat schon einen geilen Arsch Sohnemann, oder?” Ich errötete sofort und stand wieder auf. Auch meine Mutter drehte sich um und konnte die Nahaufnahme von ihrem Hintern bewundern und lächelte mir zu als sie sah wie ich verlegen guckte: “Keine Sorge Mike, mach

nur weiter so viele und unterschiedliche Fotos wie du möchtest.

Dann drehte sie sich wieder um und stand auf. Sie ging ganz nah an Papa und stellte sich an seine linke Seite, sprich sie umklammerte leicht mit ihren Beinen Papas Oberschenkel und streichelte Papas Oberkörper mit der linken Hand. Papas linke Hand umschloss fast die komplette linke Arschbacke von Mama. Auch Mama ging etwas weiter und streichelte zaghaft über Papas Boxershorts. Ich bewunderte Papa zunächst kurz, da er trotz der aufregenden Situation ohne sichtbare Erregung blieb.

Als sich dies aber als immer schwerer zu bewältigen erwies und Papas Prengel nun langsam anfing zu wachsen, nahm Papa mit der rechten Hand Mamas linke Brust in die Hand und räusperte sich kurz in meine Richtung und fragte:” Du Mike wäre es dir unangenehm wenn ich das Bikinioberteil von deiner Mutter öffne und wir vielleicht ein paar schöne Nahaufnahmen von ihren Brüsten machen?”

Ich nickte zustimmend ohne ein Wort zu verlieren, schluckte schwer und musste kurz meine Latte zurechtlegen, was meiner Mutter nicht poker siteleri verborgen blieb, die eine, wie man es ihrem Gesichtsausdruck ablesen konnte, positive Antwort von mir erwartete.

Mein Vater reagierte mit der Verlegung seiner linken Hand von Mamas Hintern zu dem BH-Verschluss. Ohne Probleme klackte es kurz und die Träger hatten an Halt verloren. Langsam kamen die eng an den Oberkörper meines Vaters gepressten Brüste meiner Mutter zum Vorschein. Das Oberteil wurde von meiner Mutter mit einem kurzen Wurf in die Ecke katapultiert.

Danach gab meine Mutter Papa einen kurzen Zungenkuss. Als meine Mutter die sich anbahnende Latte meines Vaters sah, drehte sie sich mit ihrem Hintern zu Papa und präsentierte mir dabei nun vollkommen ihre Titten. Obwohl ich meine volle Konzentration der Betrachtung dieser schönen Brüste widmete, konnte ich trotzdem ein leichtes Kreisen mit dem Hintern an Papas Schoß erkennen. Papa quittierte dies indem er seine Hände in Richtung Mamas Titten bewegte und diese kurzerhand von unten anhob. Dabei sagte er „Mike, du kannst ruhig näher kommen und diese wunderbaren Brüste aufnehmen, sieh doch wie schön symmetrisch sie sind. Sind die Nippel nicht verlockend?”

Ich sagte kein Wort um die aufregende Situation nicht durch irgendeinen blöden Kommentar zum Ende zu bringen. Schließlich war es um mich auch geschehen und meine sehr weite Shorts konnte meine zum Bersten gespannte Latte nicht mehr verbergen. Ich sah wie dies meine Mutter bemerkte aber weiter keinerlei Reaktion zeigte. Ich ging näher dran und machte Nahaufnahmen. Als nun

auch mein Vater meine Latte bemerkte, brauchte er sich nicht wirklich mehr um das Verbergen seiner Latte zu bemühen. Er ging deshalb an die Seite von Mama, hob wieder eine Brust an und leckte diesmal noch über ihren Nippel.

“Hast du das Mike?” fragte er mich und walkte nochmal die Brust ein wenig hin und her. Ich nickte und konnte nun aus aller Nähe die wundervollen Brüste bestaunen. Als er meine Lippen wahrnahm die das Wort “WOW” aussprachen, fragte er doch tatsächlich: „Möchtest du nicht einmal Mamas Brüste testen? Dann weißt du wie perfekt sie sind und warum ich sie so liebe”.

Ich erstarrte und konnte meinen Ohren nicht trauen. Als jedoch meine Mutter sagte:” Ja, fass sie ruhig an. Sie werden dir bestimmt genauso gefallen wie Papa.” Ich schluckte nochmal schwer und hob meine Hand in Richtung der noch freien Brust, da die andere noch von Papa belegt war.

Beide kamen mir ein wenig entgegen und guckten mich fragend an als ich die Brust in die Hand nahm, leicht quetschte und mit dem Daumen und Zeigefinger über den perfekten Nippel strich.

“Na, habe ich dir zu viel versprochen” sagte Papa. Eine schon recht eigenartige Situation: Vater und Sohn begrapschen die Brüste der Mutter und der Vater bewirbt wie ein Vertreter die zu verkaufende Ware. Meine Mutter fügte hinzu: „Du kannst gerne auch beide in die Hände nehmen und fühlen wenn du möchtest, währenddessen kann dein Vater ja kurz die Kamera halten und wenn er sie schon in der Hand hat gleich ein oder zwei Fotos davon machen, wie du meine Titties streichelst. Ich mag es wenn andere Leute meine Brüste anfassen”

Wie von einem Puppenmeister (namens Geilheit) gesteuert, übergab ich Papa die Kamera ohne die andere Hand von der Brust zu nehmen und führte die zweite Hand zu der anderen Brust. Ich fing gerade an beide Titten etwas fester zu quetschen, was durch Auslöser Geräusche von der Kamera begleitet wurde, als ein heftiger Knall aus dem Erdgeschoss zu hören war.

“Mama, Papa, wo seid ihr” konnten wir Luisa aus dem Flur schreien hören und ließ uns alle heftig aufschrecken. Ich ließ Mamas Brüste los und holte geistesgegenwärtig ihr Bikinioberteil aus der Ecke. Mama zog sich das Oberteil kurzerhand an und sagte dabei: „Das hat gerade so Spaß gemacht, bitte lasst uns morgen weitermachen. Es gibt doch noch so viele Möglichkeiten und Posen”

Ich ging aus dem Zimmer als ich diese Worte hörte und versuchte auf dem Weg nach oben meine Latte irgendwie zu verstecken. Als ich auf Luisa traf sprach sie mich an: „Nah, hast du Mama und Papa unten bei Ihren Fotosessions belauscht?” “Nein ich war im Wäscheraum und habe meine Hose gesucht” antwortete ich ihr. “Natürlich hast du das” sagte sie schelmisch.

Zwei Minuten später kamen Mama und Papa etwas mehr bekleidet als wie vorhin nach oben und sagten: „Luisa, wir hatten doch gesagt das wir bei unseren Fotosessions nicht gestört werden wollen” Ich malte mir nun aus warum das wohl so sein soll. “Ich wollte euch nur sagen das ich und Frank morgen den ganzen Tag weg sind, da wir kurzfristig Karten für ein Festival bekommen haben” sagte Luisa.

“Dann wirst du uns morgen ja nicht stören dürfen nehme ich an” sagte Papa.

Etwas enttäuscht von der Reaktion ihrer Eltern ging Luisa hoch in ihr Zimmer. Erst jetzt merkte ich dass die Heizung wieder normal laufen musste, da ich keine Hitze mehr verspürte.

Ich begab mich danach auch in mein Zimmer und verschaffte mir zunächst Erleichterung. Der weitere Abend verlief ganz normal, jedoch sah ich meine Mutter von da an mit ganz anderen Augen.

Später im Bett wurde ich von meinen Gedanken an den wunderschönen Körper meiner Mutter wach gehalten. Warum ist dies alles passiert und wohin soll das alles noch führen?

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Michael wollte sie überraschen. Eine Woche in London, zur Vorweihnachtszeit.

Um Geld zu sparen war der Flug etwas umständlich, mit Zwischenstopp in Bremen, dort fast neun Stunden Aufenthalt und dann weiter nach London Heathrow, aber das Zimmer in London war super gelegen und wurde erstklassig bewertet. Außerdem sollte der Weihnachtsmarkt in Bremen sehr schön sein und vom Flughafen dort waren es nur wenige Minuten mit der Tram zur Innenstadt. So konnte man also noch einen romantischen Bummel über den Markt machen.

Super lief es zur Zeit nicht zwischen Sahra und Micha, nach neun Jahren gemeinsamen Wohnens ist ihr Sexleben etwas eingeschlafen, sowohl in der Frequenz als auch in der Experimentierfreudigkeit.

Vielleicht konnte der Trip ja wieder etwas Würze in die Beziehung bringen

Der Abend vor dem Abflug ließ zumindest Hoffnung aufkommen.

Sahra schlief schon als Micha auch zu Bett ging, er hatte noch etwas am Rechner zu arbeiten. Als Micha sich zu ihr legte war er ziemlich aufgegeilt. Wahrscheinlich hätte er die letzte halbe Stunde lieber keine Pornos gucken sollen, oder zumindest im Anschluss abwichsen müssen. Er hatte keine große Hoffnung, dass Sahra noch zu einem kleinen Fick zu überreden war, falls er sie weckte. Also fing er an sich langsam neben Sahra einen Runterzuholen, leise, damit sie nicht aufwacht. Gerade als er etwas stärker rubbelte um bald abzuspritzen, hörte er ein gemurmeltes „Sag mal wichst du gerade neben mir?” von Sahra. Sie drehte sich um und grinste Micha an. „…Also?”. Er konnte nur ein verlegenes „Ähm, erwischt” erwidern. Zu seiner Überraschung griff Sahra nach seinem Schwanz und wichste langsam weiter, dann zog sie seine Decke weg und wollte sich auf ihn setzen. „Oh, warte ich hole ein Gummi” sagte Micha etwas verwundert. Sahra übernahm sonst nicht die Initiative. Er stülpte sich den Gummi über und legte sich wieder zu Sahra. Der Fick war dann recht schnell vorbei, aber als er den Gummi abzog und sich schlafen legen wollte, sagte Sahra leise „Ich bin noch nicht gekommen, würdest du… würdest du mich noch etwas lecken?” auch das war ungewöhnlich „Oh, tut mir leid, also klar, natürlich”. Sie hatte eine schöne Muschi, fast immer glatt rasiert und er leckte sie gerne und wusste auch, dass sie sich gerne lecken ließ, nur fragte sie nicht oft danach. Und dieses mal war sie richtig feucht. Er leckte sie zum Orgasmus, nahm ihren Saft in sich auf und genoss es wie ihr Körper über ihm bebte.

Am nächsten morgen mussten sie früh raus, um ihren Flieger zu erreichen. Am Flughafen verlief alles so langweilig und reibungslos wie immer.

An Bord saßen sie neben einem Geschäftsmann aus Bremen, der ihnen einige Sehenswürdigkeiten empfahl. „Ich weiß, dass ihr wenig Zeit habt, es liegt aber alles um oder am Weihnachtsmarkt. Falls ihr mal mit mehr Zeit kommt, könnt ihr mich gerne anrufen. Ich zeige euch dann die wirklich spannenden Ecken.” Dabei zeigte er ihnen ein etwas anzügliches, aber durchaus charmantes Grinsen und überreichte seine Karte.

In Bremen war es sehr schön. Sahra schmiegte sich an Micha, als sie über den alten weihnachtlich geschmückten Marktplatz schlenderten. Etwas abseits des größten Gedränges zog Micha Sahra eng an sich und küsste sie leidenschaftlich, ihre Zungen umkreisten sich zärtlich und es wurde eng in Michas Hose. Saha schien es zu bemerken, denn sie drückte ihren Unterleib fest gegen seine Beule, die dadurch nur noch größer wurde. Wie gerne hätte Micha sie jetzt gerne einfach in der nächsten Gasse vernascht, dafür war es aber nicht nur zu kalt, sondern auch einfach zu voll. Das flüsterte er ihr auch ins Ohr. Sahra kicherte und wanderte mit ihrer Hand zu Micha´ Beule. „ Zu kalt ja scheinbar nicht und so ein paar Zuschauer sollen ja ganz anregend sein. Habe ich gehört.” Sie kicherte erneut und massierte Micha Schwanz leicht durch seine Hose. Dann drehte sie sich weg und ging lächelnd und arschwackelnd ein paar Schritte weiter. Micha war baff, so kannte er seine Sahra gar nicht.

Der Tag verging unglaublich schnell, sie gingen noch in ein kleines Restaurant und schon mussten sie zurück zum Flughafen. Dort stellten sie dann fest, dass ihr Anschlussflug ausfiel und sie erst am nächsten Nachmittag einen Ersatzflug kriegen konnten. Keine Katastrophe dachte Micha, eine geile Nacht in einem kleinen Hotel in Bremen…, sein Kopfkino schlug Purzelbäume seit Sahra sich so lasziv verhalten hatte.

Nach 2 Stunden emsigen Telefonierens hatte Micha aber noch immer kein bezahlbares Hotelzimmer aufgetrieben, so langsam stieg Panik in ihm auf. Sahra sah ihn nachdenklich an und kaute auf ihrer Unterlippe, dann kramte sie in ihrer Tasche und hielt Micha die Karte von Walter, dem älteren Geschäftsmann aus dem Flugzeug, vor die Nase. „Vielleicht kann der uns helfen?” Irgendwie schien sie der Gedanke nervös zu machen.

Es dauerte etwas bis Walter ans Telefon ging. Er schien sich aber aufrichtig zu freuen etwas von ihnen zu hören. „Ihr braucht in kein Hotel, ihr könnt bei mir übernachten. canlı bahis Ich hab ein großes Haus mit Gästezimmer.” Walter gab ihnen die Adresse und verabschiedete sich. „Bis gleich, ich bin übrigens im Laden unten, ihr müsst nur sagen, dass ihr zu mir wollt, Annika weiß dann bescheid.”

„Keine Ahnung wer Annika ist” sagte Micha, „Wahrscheinlich seine Frau, oder Angestellte”. Sahra nickte abwesend.

Der Taxifahrer wusste scheinbar genau wo es hin ging. „Alte Hafenstraße 3? Ach ins Dionysos! Na ihr beiden Hübschen habt noch was vor heute Abend, was?” Dabei taxierte er die beiden und besonders Sahra. Micha schaute Sahra fragend an. Die beugt sich zu Micha herüber und tuschelte: „Ich muss dir was erzählen. Als du im Flugzeug vor dem WC gewartet hast, hat der Walter ein bisschen mit mir geflirtet, ganz harmlos, aber er hat mir dabei erzählt, was er beruflich macht. Halt dich fest, der betreibt `nen Swinger Club”

„Quatsch!”

„Doch, er hat mich gefragt, ob wir das schon mal gemacht haben. Also so im Swinger Club, mit anderen Paaren oder Männern. Ich habe natürlich Nein gesagt und da hat er mich gefragt, ob es mich denn interessieren würde, da habe ich aus Höflichkeit Joaa gesagt und dann hat er ein bisschen erzählt, wie das da so abgeht. Naja, er hat wohl gemerkt, dass mich das ein bisschen angemacht hat und wurde ziemlich detailliert in seiner Beschreibung. Kurz bevor du zurück bist, hat er mir über den Oberschenkel gestreichelt und mich eingeladen, doch mal auf ein bisschen Spaß reinzuschauen. Dann bist du gekommen.”

Micha war baff „Soll das heißen, dass wir jetzt in einen Pärchenclub fahren?!”

„Sieht so aus. Micha, ich habe doch nie gedacht, dass ich den Kerl noch mal wieder sehe und irgendwie fand ich es spannend, so zu tun, als wäre ich interessiert. Der denkt jetzt doch bestimmt, dass wir ihn wegen eines flotten Dreiers oder so angerufen haben. Ich hab echt Schiss. Lass uns doch lieber noch mal versuchen irgendwo anders ein Zimmer zu finden.”

Micha schaute Sahra an. `Ach deshalb war sie so wuschig` dachte er `Der Kerl hat ihr Kopfkino angeschaltet`

Plötzlich musste er lachen.

„Ach was , wir fahren da jetzt hin. Ich bin echt neugierig. Außerdem kann er uns ja zu nichts zwingen.”

Sahra schaute ihn skeptisch an, kuschelte sich dann aber an ihn und sagte „Na gut, so`n paar Nackerte werden wir schon noch aushalten und schlimmeres als in deinen Pornos werden wir schon nicht zu sehen bekommen. Micha schwieg dazu sicherheitshalber.

Die Taxifahrt war schnell vorüber. Sie bezahlten den Fahrer, der ihnen mit einem anzüglichen Grinsen noch viel Spaß wünschte und schauten sich das „Dionysos” an.

Ein großes, eigentlich unscheinbares Haus, bis auf das sanft angeleuchtete Sc***d über dem Souterrain-Eingang. „Dionysos”, in sanft geschwungener blauer Schrift auf rotem Grund. An der Tür war eine Klingel und man konnte durch eine Kamera beobachtet werden. Nachdem sie klingelten, wurde die Tür von einer schlanken und eher kleinen Frau geöffnet. Sie muss so um die 50 gewesen sein, rot gefärbte Haare, schulterlanger Bobby-Schnitt. „Hallo, ich bin Annika. Ihr seid das erste mal im Dionysos?”

Annika trug eine schwarze Hose mit weitem Schlag und eine enge weiße Bluse die sich über einer prächtigen Oberweite spannte.

Micha übernahm die Vorstellung.

„Ja, Hi, also wir sind Michaander und Sahra. Walter erwartet uns.”

„So so, ihr seid die beiden Schnuckelchen aus dem Flieger. Kommt rein. Walter kommt gleich zu euch.”

Annika führte die beiden durch einen kleinen Raum mit Empfangstresen und gemütlich aussehender Couch. Dahinter war ein größerer Raum mit Bar und diversen gemütlichen Sitzgelegenheiten, eine Wendeltreppe führte ein Stockwerk höher, auf drei Monitoren an der Wand liefen Pornos und an der der Bar gegenüber liegenden Wand war ein Büffet mit allerlei Leckereien aufgebaut.

„Wollt ihr etwas trinken?” fragte Annika.

Das wollten Micha und Sahra auf jeden Fall. Micha nahm einen Whiskey Cola und auch Sahra trank etwas stärkeres um die Nerven zu beruhigen.

Außer den beiden war nur ein weiteres Pärchen im Raum. Ein großer muskulöser Mann mitte dreißig und ein junge Frau, vielleicht Anfang zwanzig. Er trug nur einen String und ein schwarzes Netzshirt. Sie trug einen kurzen schwarzen Ledermini über Netzstrümpfen und obenrum ein passendes Leder Bustier.

„Gerade ist nicht viel los, es wird aber bestimmt voller wenn der Weihnachtsmarkt schließt”

„Ist das gesamte Haus für Clubbesucher begehbar?” wollte Micha wissen.

„Ja, das gesamte Haus, bis auf etwas Lagerfläche. Walters Privatwohnung, oder Haus, ist nebenan. Er macht da gerade euer Zimmer Fertig.”

Micha konnte Sahras Erleichterung förmlich spüren und war von sich selbst überrascht ein wenig enttäuscht zu sein.

„Walter führt euch bestimmt durch den Club, wenn ihr möchtet. Er ist …”

„… gerade fertig geworden.” Beendet Walter Annikas Satz, während er die Wendeltreppe Heruntersteigt.

„Willkommen kaçak iddaa in meiner bescheidenen kleinen Lasterhöhle” Er begrüßt Micha mit festem Handschlag und Sahra mit einem Küsschen auf beide Wangen. „Wo ist euer Gepäck?”

„Schon im Flieger” antwortet Micha „Wir haben nur, was wir am Leibe tragen” fügt er lachend hinzu.

„Na, mal schauen, was wir da machen können” erwidert Walter „Kommt, ich führ euch erst mal rum.”

Er führte sie die Wendeltreppe hinauf. „Unten ist der Bereich zum Kennenlernen, ab und an geht es da zwar auch zur Sache, aber der Großteil spielt sich in den anderen Etagen ab.”

Die Treppe führte durch eine breite Diele mit drei Türen und dann weiter nach oben. An den Wänden hingen erotische Gemälde.

„Gleich durch ist die Dusche, rechts und links sind zwei Spielkammern, „Der Tempel” und die „Folterkammer” Walter ließ ein schmutziges kleines Lachen vernehmen und fuhr fort „ ein Stockwerk weiter oben ist dann das „Theater”, die Terasse und zwei Rückzugsräume und im Dachgeschoß die „Sternenwarte”.

Die beiden anderen Gäste kamen auch die Treppe hoch. Die Frau in dem Korsett lächelte Sahra verschmitzt an und streichelte ihr sanft über die Wange und den Hals, endete mit ihrer Hand auf Sahras Busen und knetet ihn leicht. „Na, sehen wir uns später im Theater?”, kichernd zwängte sie sich an ihr vorbei.

Sprachlos sah Sahra dem Pärchen hinterher. Micha klappte der Mund auf.

„Du scheinst Lara zu gefallen” kicherte Walter.

„Äh, scheint so” Sahra räusperte und fing sich wieder und lachte nun auch laut auf.

„Was kann ich hier anderes auch erwarten, aber Walter sag bitte nicht, dass wir hier irgendwo schlafen müssen?”

„Nein,” lachte Walter „natürlich nicht, es sei denn ihr wollt gerne. Wollt ihr denn gleich rüber, oder wollt ihr hier noch etwas abhängen?”

Micha sah Sahra an, die unsicher wirkte, nichts wollte er lieber als zu bleiben, darum antwortete er „Wir bleiben noch etwas, wir haben ja schließlich noch nicht alles gesehen.”

„Ok, und nur um das klar zu stellen, ihr seid hier nicht gezwungen bei irgendetwas mitzumachen. Oh man, ihr seid ja den ganzen Tag auf den Beinen, wollt ihr hier erst mal duschen und dann in etwas bequemeres schlüpfen?”

Die Aussicht auf eine warme Dusche und saubere Klamotten war für beide verlockend.

„Klar, danke” Antwortete wieder Micha für beide.

„Die Dusche ist geradeaus durch, Handtücher sind dort. Ich bringe euch etwas zum Drüberziehen.”

Das Badezimmer war riesig und offen, in der Mitte befand sich ein großer Whirlpool und rundherum waren Duschen an den Wänden angebracht, in regelmäßigen Abständen befanden sich Halterungen zum festhalten. Die Decke war voll verspiegelt und auch an den Wänden gab es genug Gelegenheiten sich selbst zu bewundern. Am Eingangsbereich stand ein Regal mit frischen Handtüchern und diversen Duschgel und Shampoo Pröbchen. Außerdem eine große Ablage für ihre durchgeschwitzten Sachen.

„War ja klar, eine einzige riesige Gemeinschaftsdusche” lachte Sahra mit leicht verzweifeltem Unterton.

„Ach komm, wann haben wir so etwas schon mal. Und wir haben den Raum ganz für uns alleine. Oder soll ich diese Lara aus dem „Theater” holen?” feixte Micha.

Sahra buffte ihm verspielt auf den Arm.

„Untersteh dich!”

„Komm, wir gehen planschen”

Micha konnte nicht anders und musste Sahra anstarren, als sie sich auszog und unter die nächste Dusche stellte. Ihre geilen, festen Brüste mit den großen Warzenhöfen ihre schöne rasierte Muschi und der geile Arsch… . Man war er jetzt geil.

„Na? Brauchst du eine Abkühlung” lachte Sahra und spritzte Wasser in Micha Richtung.

Schnell zog er seine Klamotten aus und stellte sich zu Sahra unter die Dusche. Die quittierte seinen steifen Schwanz mit hochgezogenen Augenbrauen. „Dich scheint die ganze Situation hier ja ziemlich anzuturnen.”

„Dich nicht? Komm, sei ehrlich.”

„Hm, Vielleicht. Ein bisschen”

Micha nahm etwas Gel und rieb damit Sahras Titten ein, knetete sie leicht und zwirbelte ihre Brustwarzen.

„Und jetzt? Immer noch nur ein bisschen?” langsam bewegte sich eine seiner Hände zu ihrer Vulva, die sie ihm bereitwillig entgegenstreckte.

„Mmmmh, naja, wenn du so fragst” murmelte sie und griff fest nach Micha Schwanz.

Micha Mittelfinger verschwand flutschend in Sahras triefendfeuchter Fotze. „Von wegen ‚Ein bisschen’ „ Dachte er, während er sie langsam abwechselnd mit dem Finger fickte und ihren Kitzler massierte. Sahra stöhnte wohlig auf.

„Du hast mir schon lange keinen mehr geblasen, Schatz”

„Echt nicht?” fragte Sahra in gespielter Empörung „Das ist ja ein Skandal!”

Sie sah Micha in die Augen und ging langsam in die Knie, nicht ohne den Augenkontakt zu ihm zu verlieren, oder seinen harten Steifen loszulassen. Duschwasser ran ihr über das Gesicht, aber es schien sie nicht zu stören. Langsam nahm sie seine Hoden in die linke Hand und schob mit der rechten Micha Vorhaut zurück. Ein wohliger Schauer kaçak bahis breitete sich in seinem Körper aus. Als Sahra leicht an seinem Bändchen leckte und dann wieder sehr langsam Ihre Lippen um Micha pochenden Schwanz legte, hatte er Angst sofort abspritzen zu müssen. Aber er schien es kontrollieren zu können. Noch. Sahra wurde forscher in ihren Wichsbewegungen mit dem Mund, nahm Micha Schwanz jetzt tiefer auf und setzte auch ihre Zunge ein. Am liebsten hätte er sie einfach am Kopf gepackt und kräftig in den Rachen gefickt, um zu Spritzen. Tat es aber nicht und genoss den Anblick im Spiegel, wie sein Schwanz langsam von Sahras Mund gefickt wurde.

„Na, ihr beide habt euch ja schnell eingelebt” Schallte es da von der Tür.

Es war Walter. Mit zwei Bademänteln und selbst nur in einem gekleidet.

Sahra schrie, sprang auf und versteckte sich hinter Micha.

„Na, jetzt mal nicht so schreckhaft,” lachte Walter „ich betreibe einen Swinger Club. Da gibt es nichts, was ich nicht gesehen habe. Ihr könnt gerne weiter machen, ich wollte auch noch kurz duschen.

Er warf seinen Bademantel von sich und stellte sich unter die Dusche gegenüber den beiden.

Micha war wie versteinert. Walter hatte eine riesigen Penis. Und auch einen schönen. Das musste Micha neidlos zugeben. Ansonsten sah Walter aus wie ein sich gut gehaltener Mittfünfziger, Bauchansatz und graue Haare, aber durchaus fit. Und natürlich mit einem Riesending.

Erschrocken stellte Micha fest, dass er Walters Schwanz anstarrte. Er drehte sich zu Sahra um, die nichts bemerkt hatte, da sie selbst noch auf Walters Schwanz starrte.

Den schien das nicht zu stören, er seifte sich in aller Seelenruhe ein und wichste dabei seinen Schwanz halbsteif.

Sahra starrte immer noch auf Walters Penis, räusperte sich dann und duschte mit hochrotem Kopf weiter, als sei nichts gewesen.

„Ihr seid ein hübsches Paar ihr beiden, wollt ihr gleich vielleicht wirklich ins Theater?” fragte Walter und musterte ungeniert Sahras geilen Körper.

„Ähm, vielleicht” Antwortete Micha und sah zu Sahra, die sich erneut einseifte und jetzt ebenfalls ungeniert auf Walters Schwanz starrte.

‚Was geht denn jetzt ab?’ Dachte Micha und schaute Sahra zu, die sich sehr intensiv um ihre Intimhygiene zu kümmern schien. ‚Wichst die sich jetzt vor Walter einen ab?’

Tatsächlich. Immer wieder zog Sahra den Mittelfinge durch ihre Spalte, starrte dabei unverhohlen auf Walters dicken langen Schwanz. Dem entging das nicht. Grinsend schaute er Sahra beim wichsen zu, während sein Penis zur vollen, wirklich beeindruckenden Größe erigierte. Und je größer Walters Schwanz wuchs, desto schneller wichste Sahra ihr Fotze. Ihr Atem ging schneller und sie musste sich mit der freien Hand bei Micha festhalten, während sie jetzt mit zwei Fingern ihren Spalt bearbeitete. Micha wusste, dass sie gleich kommen würde. Walter drehte sich leicht seitlich zu Sahra, so dass sein Ständer gut zu sehen ist und zog langsam seine Vorhaut zurück.

Da kam Sahra! Ihre Hand verkrampfte sich in Micha Schulter und ihr leicht vorgebeugter Körper bebte, während ihre andere Hand weiterhin durch ihre nasse Ritze strich. Sie Keuchte und ihr Atem ging schnell und schwer.

„Sehr schön, dann könnt ihr ja eine Etage höher steigen. Es ist die rote Tür. Ich komme nach, muss noch etwas holen, bis gleich” Ein schmutziges Grinsen und er verschwand noch bevor Sahras Orgasmus ganz abgeklungen war.

Sahra hielt sich weiterhin an Micha fest, der sie jetzt völlig perplex anstarrte. Merkwürdig, warum war er nicht eifersüchtig? Er müsste doch jetzt völlig ausrasten. Aber das Gegenteil ist der Fall. Micha war absolut geil, völlig angeturnt. Vor seinem geistigen Auge sah er Walters Riesenschwanz wieder und wieder in Sahras Muschi verschwinden. Der Gedanke turnte ihn wahnsinnig an.

„Oh man, Micha. Es tut mir sooo leid. Wirklich. Sei nicht sauer bitte. Aber ich war so geil. Erst diese Frau, dann deine Finger überall an und in mir, dann dein Schwanz in meinem Mund. Und dann kommt der Typ da mit seinem Pornoschwanz und ich wollte einen auf cool machen. Aber dann wurde ich erst richtig geil und dann konnte nicht aufhören und du hast mich auch nur angestarrt und das hat mich dann noch geiler gemacht…”

„Bst du gut gekommen?” fragte Micha ganz ruhig

„Was?”

„Na, ob du richtig geil gekommen bist?”

„Äh, du warst dabei, Ja! Bin ich. Und warum auch nicht?” Sahra schien wütend zu werden. „Du wichst die ganze Woche vor deinen Pornos. Das hier ist nichts anderes. Ja. Ich bin sehr gut gekommen!

„Du sahst wunderschön aus” Micha hauchte Sahra einen Kuss auf die Lippen.

„Du bist nicht sauer?”

„Nein, du hast recht, es ist eigentlich nichts anderes, als zu Pornos zu wichsen.”

„Naja, ein bisschen anders ist es schon… so vor Zuschauern.”

„War doch nur einer und der war ja auch deine Wichsvorlage”

Sahra musste kichern. „Wichsvorlage! Ja, und du natürlich.”

„Aber du warst ganz schön geil” bemerkte Micha

„Hmm, Joaa.” Druckste Sahra „Nimm es mir nicht übel, aber der hat ja auch ein Mördergerät. Die arme Frau, die den in sich reinstecken muss. Meinst du die Annika vom Empfang ist die, die das ertragen muss? Oh man, wahrscheinlich ist die noch besonders eng gebaut””

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Inspiriert von MagnoliaS – Die Schändung.

“Meine Damen und Herren, in wenigen Minuten erreichen wir München Hauptbahnhof auf Gleis 4, nächster Halt ist München Hauptbahnhof. Ihre Umsteigemöglichkeiten…” Mel klappt erleichtert ihren Laptop zu. Es ist der Abend des ersten Januar – Neujahr – und sie sitzt mit einem mittelschweren Kater seit Stunden im völlig überfüllten ICE. Die Zugfahrt war ihr ewig lang vorgekommen. Sie hat letzte Nacht nur zwei oder drei Stunden geschlafen und ist total erschöpft. Sie sieht auf die Uhr und beginnt langsam, ihre Sachen zusammenzupacken. Es würde noch mindestens zehn Minuten dauern, bis der Zug den Bahnhof erreicht, aber weil der Zug so voll ist, möchte Mel lieber an der Tür warten. Sie steht auf, zieht ihre Jacke an, schnappt sich ihren Koffer und tritt aus ihrem Abteil in den Gang hinaus.

Na super, vor der Zugtür am Ende des Ganges hat sich schon eine Menschentraube gebildet. Mel macht noch ein paar Schritte durch den Gang, lehnt sich dann an die Wand des nächsten Abteils, steckt sich die Kopfhörer in die Ohren und macht Musik an. Ihr Mix der Woche dröhnt los – Techno, was sonst. Es ist stockfinster draußen und sie sieht nur ihr eigenes Spiegelbild in der Scheibe. Sie trägt ein Kleid über einer Leggins. Das bequemste Zugfahroutfit, findet Mel. Sie denkt daran, dass sich in ungefähr einer halben Stunde gemütlich auf ihr Sofa legen und sich eine Pizza bestellen wird. Katerstimmung eben.

Neben ihr öffnen sich mehrere Abteiltüren gleichzeitig. Mel tritt noch ein Stück näher Richtung Zugtür, um Platz zu machen. Nach und nach kommen immer mehr Leute aus den Abteilen und aus dem angrenzenden Wagen. Es wird zunehmend eng in dem schmalen Gang. Mel ist das egal, sie möchte einfach schnell nach Hause. Sie lehnt sich mit der Schulter wieder gegen die Wand des Abteils, schließt die Augen und träumt von der Silvesterparty in der letzten Nacht. Es war eine großartige Party. Viel Sekt, Techno, Tanzen. Und auch ein bisschen Knutschen und Fummeln. Sie hat auf der Party einen wirklich tollen Typen kennengelernt. Erst hatten sie zusammen an der Bar Pfeffi getrunken, dann getanzt und sich schließlich geküsst. Ihre Hand an seinem Nacken, seine Hand an ihrem Po,… Mel muss sich unwillkürlich auf die Lippe beißen bei der Erinnerung daran und sie spürt ein angenehmes Ziehen in ihrem Unterleib.

Viel mehr war nicht passiert, aber sie hatten Nummern ausgetauscht und sie würde ihm heute Abend noch schreiben, ob er nicht mal Lust hätte sie in München zu besuchen… oder sollte sie lieber bis morgen warten?

Von hinten stolpert jemand gegen ihren Koffer und unterbricht damit ihre Schwärmerei. Genervt tritt Mel noch einen Schritt nach vorne, obwohl dort kaum noch Platz ist. Ihren Koffer stellt sie neben sich. Dann schließt sie wieder die Augen und versucht, noch mal in ihren Tagträumen zu versinken….

…..ein plötzlicher Ruck weckt Mel auf. Als sie die Augen öffnet, ist es draußen immer noch düster, kein Bahnhof in Sicht. Der Zug ist zum Stehen gekommen. Das übliche Warten auf einen anderen einfahrenden Zug, vermutet Mel. Egal, darauf hat man sowieso keinen Einfluss, also bloß nicht aufregen und Augen wieder zu… Man, dieser Typ gestern… Wie war noch mal sein Name? Sie ist sich nicht mehr sicher… Na ja, der Name steht hoffentlich irgendwo auf seinem Insta-Account…. Dieser Kuss… Diese starken Hände auf ihrem Körper….

Wieder wird Mel aus ihren Träumen gerissen. Von einer Berührung an der Rückseite ihres Oberschenkels.

Da liegt ganz offensichtlich eine Hand.

Und diese Hand bewegt sich, streichelt.

An ihrem Bein.

Sofort flutet Adrenalin ihren Körper. Ihr Herz klopft. Auf ihren Ohren dröhnt immer noch der bahis siteleri Techno. Sie weiß, dass das hier keine versehentliche Berührung ist. Gleichzeitig ist sie seltsam gehemmt: es ist ihr peinlich. Wie soll sie reagieren? Die Hand wegschieben? Sich einfach umdrehen? Schreien?

Sie tut nichts von alldem. Sie kann sich nicht bewegen. Nicht nur wegen Schockstarre, die sie überkommen hat – es ist auch wirklich kein Platz um nach vorne oder zur Seite zu gehen und der Hand zu entkommen. Vor ihr steht jemand, neben ihr ist ihr Koffer.

Die Hand wandert nun langsam höher, ohne Eile. Sie fährt unter ihr Kleid und beginnt, ihren Po zu streicheln.

Mel spürt, wie sie Rot anläuft. Sie weiß, dass das falsch ist, sie weiß, dass sie sich für nichts schämen muss. Sie sollte sich umdrehen, diesem Kerl – denn natürlich ist es ein Mann, da bestand kein Zweifel – eine Ohrfeige geben, sie sollte schreien, schreien!

Aber sie tut es nicht. Sie kann nicht. Sie traut sich nicht einmal, den Kopf leicht nach rechts zu drehen, um in der Scheibe zu sehen, wer da hinter ihr steht. Stattdessen starrt sie weiter auf die vielen Hinterköpfe der Menschen vor ihr, die nach wie vor gelangweilt im Gang herumstehen und von ihrer Panik nichts wissen.

Die Hand wird fordernder. Sie knetet ihre Pobacken, griff richtig hinein. Erst die eine Seite, dann die andere. Immer noch ganz langsam – wozu auch beeilen, der Zug steht schließlich immer noch, denkt Mel verzweifelt. Wieso hört der Typ nicht auf, es reicht doch langsam, es muss doch reichen…

Die Hand hört auf, ihren Po zu Kneten. Stattdessen wandert sie höher, zum Bund ihrer Leggins.

Nein! Der weitere Adrenalinstoß lässt Mel endlich einen Schritt nach vorne machen. Sie will der Hand einfach nur entkommen. Sie drückt sich noch näher an die Person vor ihr. Es ist ein dicker Typ im Anzug, der den Gang komplett blockiert. Der Mann dreht sich um, schaut sie erbost an und schüttelt den Kopf. Er sagt auch irgendetwas, aber das kann Mel nicht hören, die Musik läuft immer noch. Sie spürt wie ihr wieder die Hitze ins Gesicht steigt. Wieso bloß fährt der Zug denn nicht weiter?

In der nächsten Sekunde ist die Hand wieder an ihrem Po, wandert direkt hoch zum Bund der Leggins und gleitet langsam hinein. Ertastet ihren Slip – Spitzenrand, H&M. Streichelt wieder ihre Pobacken, berührt ihre nackte Haut, knetet.

Mels Herz schlägt ihr bis zum Hals. Ihr Mund ist staubtrocken. Sie tut weiterhin so, als würde sie nichts merken, von dem, was da unter ihrem Kleid passiert. Ihr Kopf ist wie gelähmt, nicht fähig, einen Ausweg aus dieser Situation zu finden.

Die Hand ertastet sich den Weg zwischen ihre Schenkel. Reibt an den Innenseiten ihrer Oberschenkel entlang. Kratzt sie sanft, mit kurzen Fingernägeln.

Nein, Nein, Nein. Mel kneift ihre Augen zusammen vor Scham. Sie weiß, was als nächstes passieren wird.

Die Hand findet ihre Mitte. Zwei Finger streicheln durch den Slip über ihre Schamlippen. Ertasten sanft den Spalt dazwischen. Umkreisen kurz ihren Kitzler.

In diesem Moment fährt der Zug wieder an. Erleichterung durchflutet Mel, gleich ist es vorbei!

Plötzlich spürt sie die Person hinter sich ganz nah. Den Mann. Den Mann, dem die Hand gehört. Weil sie bald den Bahnhof erreichen, haben die Leute weiter hinten im Gang wieder angefangen zu drängeln und er hat diese Gelegenheit genutzt, sich an Mel zu pressen.

Plötzlich hört Mel das Stimmengewirr um sie herum und reißt die Augen wieder auf – der Mann hinter ihr hat ihr einfach einen der Ohrstöpsel herausgezogen. Die Geräusche um sie herum holen Mel jedoch kein Stück heraus aus ihrer Schockstarre. Im Gegenteil, sie fühlt sich noch verletzlicher canlı bahis siteleri als zuvor, sie hat noch mehr Angst. Angst, dass er mit ihr sprechen wird.

Doch er sagt nichts, noch nicht. Dafür fängt er nun an, fester über ihre Muschi zu reiben, immer wieder. Er drückt dabei ihre Slip fast in Ihre Spalte. Dabei spürt Mel, was sie die ganze Zeit befürchtet hat – sie ist feucht. Nass. Ihr Körper reagiert auf die Berührungen, ob sie will oder nicht. Natürlich will sie nicht. Gott, sie schämt sich so sehr in diesem Moment und sie weiß, er wird ihre Nässe jede Sekunde bemerken.

Seine Finger fahren an den Rändern ihres Slips entlang. Er schiebt die Fingerspitzen darunter, zieht sie wieder raus, spielt mit ihrer Angst.

Wie lange noch, bis der Zug den Bahnhof erreicht, bis sie endlich hier raus kann?

Er ist unter ihrem Slip. Fährt mit den Fingern durch den Spalt ihrer nackten Muschi. Spürt ihre Nässe. Er lacht leise und sie hört es erschreckend nah an ihrem Ohr.

“Ich hab’s gewusst, du kleine Schlampe. Du bist total nass. Deine Fotze läuft aus.”

Seine gemeinen und vulgären Worte lassen sie abermals Rot anlaufen und die Augen schließen. Sie schämt sich so sehr. Er kann ihre Reaktion offenbar sehen, vielleicht in der Scheibe, denn er lacht ihr wieder leise ins Ohr.

“Das sollte dir auch peinlich sein, du Nutte. Wer lässt sich denn so von einem Fremden befummeln und wird auch noch geil dabei? Hm?”

Er erwartet keine Antwort und sie könnte sowieso nicht sprechen, wüsste auch gar nicht, was sie sagen soll – hat er nicht vielleicht sogar Recht? Sie weiß es nicht mehr, kann keinen klaren Gedanken fassen.

Seine Finger fahren immer wieder langsam, aber mit Druck durch ihren Spalt. Als er dabei ihren Kitzler berührt, zuckt ein kleiner Blitz durch ihren Unterleib. Dann umkreist er ihr Loch, dringt mit mehreren Fingern auf einmal ein, fickt sie, weiterhin ganz ohne Eile.

“Mhhhmm, diese Fotze hat nur darauf gewartet, gefickt zu werden… die Fotze einer Hure… eine Nuttenfotze… ich wette, du kannst problemlos noch einen Finger vertragen.”

Er schiebt einen weiteren Finger in ihr nasses Loch, der Finger gleitet einfach hinein. Ihr Unterleib fühlt sich jetzt an, als würde er in Flammen stehen. Jedes seiner schmutzigen Worte sendete einen weiteren kleinen Blitz hindurch.

Er zieht seine Finger aus ihr. Ist es vorbei? Sie öffnet die Augen, in den Scheiben vor ihr kann sie Lichter vorbeifliegen sehen, sie sind schon irgendwo in der Stadt.

Er zieht seine Hand ein Stück zurück. Sie spürt eine Welle der Erleichterung, nun wird er seine Hand aus ihrer Leggings ziehen und dann –

seine Hand bleibt in ihrer Pospalte liegen. Reibt hindurch, so wie er vorhin durch ihre Muschi gerieben hat.

Bitte nicht, bitte nicht…

Er stoppt die Bewegung direkt auf ihrem Anus. Beginnt hier zu streicheln und zu kreisen. Wieder steigt Hitze in ihr auf. Es ist ihr unendlich peinlich, dort berührt zu werden von diesem Mann. Hier im Zug zwischen all den Menschen. Gegen ihren Willen.

“Hier wollte ich die ganze Zeit ran, an dein kleines Arschloch.” Sein Flüstern ekelt sie und erregt sie gleichermaßen. Sie hört die anderen Menschen um sie herum nicht mehr, hört nur ihn im einen und den Techno im anderen Ohr.

Sein Finger drückt sich fest gegen ihre Rosette. Presst sich hinein, feucht durch ihren Muschisaft und ihren Angstschweiß. Er geht ganz leicht rein und tut kaum weh. Die Erniedrigung könnte trotzdem nicht größer sein.

“Dein Arschloch ist schön eng… Was ich als nächstes mache, wird dir vielleicht ein bisschen weh tun, Schlampe. Entspann dich einfach, dann hältst du das schon aus. Entspann dich…”

Er güvenilir bahis drückt sofort noch einen Finger in ihr Poloch und beginnt mit leichten Fickbewegungen, stößt ein paar Mal rein und raus.

Dann schiebt er einen dritten Finger hinterher.

Sie muss wohl ein Geräusch von sich gegeben haben, vor Schreck oder vor Schmerz, denn er flüstert an ihrem Ohr: “Psssssst…. Sei bloß still, du dreckige kleine Nutte. Du kommst hier nicht raus, bevor ich nicht vier Finger in deiner engen Arschfotze hatte. Schön still sein. Dann bekommst du danach eine Belohnung.”

Er zieht alle Finger raus und presst dann mit vier Fingern gegen ihren Anus. Er ist nicht brutal, er ist aber auch nicht vorsichtig und es tut ihr weh. Draußen sieht sie Häuser, mehr Lichter, gleich hat sie es geschafft.

Die Finger überwinden den Widerstand, gleiten in sie hinein. Er dreht seine Hand leicht, tastet in ihrem Darm herum.

“Mhmmm, fühlt sich das geil an… du hast eine geile Arschfotze, Miststück. Zum Ficken gemacht. Und du hast sie brav hingehalten. Dafür hast du dir deine Belohnung verdient.”

Er macht noch einige Fickbewegungen und zieht seine Finger dann aus ihrem Po. Seine Hand schiebt sich durch ihre Schenkel zu ihrem Kitzler und beginnt ohne Umschweife, ihn kraftvoll zu reiben. Ihre Muschi brennt. Mel weiß, dass sie nicht verhindern kann, dass sie gleich kommt, die Anspannung ist zu groß. Sie möchte nicht, aber sie kann es nicht verhindern.

“Los, komm, komm für mich, zeig mir, dass es dir gefallen hat, Schlampe. Du liebst es doch, wenn dein Arsch gefingert wird, hm?”

Es ist so ungerecht, es ist so falsch, aber seine Worte geben ihr den Rest und sie kommt mit einer stummen, unsichtbaren Explosion, einem gewaltigen Orgasmus, der ihre Erregung und ihre Angst in sich vereint und beides in sich auflöst.

Der Mann zieht endlich seine Hand aus ihrem Slip und wischt sie an ihrer Leggings ab.

“Meine Damen und Herren, wir erreichen mit kleiner Verspätung München Hauptbahnhof, die Türen öffnen sich in Fahrtrichtung links – in München erwarten Sie folgende Anschlusszüge…”

Nun werden die Menschen im Gang endgültig unruhig, alle nehmen ihre Taschen und Koffer, setzen ihre Rucksäcke auf. Mel weiß: jetzt ist es vorbei, endlich vorbei, sie kann gleich aussteigen! Der Bahnhof wird sichtbar, der Zug fährt ein. Sie drängt nach vorne, was der Typ vor ihr denkt ist ihr jetzt komplett egal, sie will nur noch weg.

“Na na, denkst du etwa, das war es schon? Jetzt bin ich dran. Ich wichse dir auf deinen gierigen Arsch. Und dann kannst du gehen.”

Nein, das wird sie nicht zulassen! Ihre Schockstarre ist vorbei, sie will weiter nach vorne, raus hier, aber der Zug rollt immer noch.

Seine Hand umgreift ihre Hüfte und reißt sie die wenigen Zentimeter zurück, die sie ihm entkommen war. Sie fühlt seinen harten Schwanz an ihrem Po. Die Eichel rubbelt über der Leggings durch ihre Pospalte. Sie will dieser weiteren Erniedrigung entfliehen, obwohl sie weiß, dass es sinnlos ist. Die Zugtüren gehen jetzt zwar auf, trotzdem sind vor ihr noch viel zu viele Leute, die viel zu langsam aussteigen.

“Das ist mein Andenken für dich. Nächstes mal spritze ich dir direkt in dein offenes Arschloch, Süße.” Er stöhnt in ihr Ohr und sie spürt, dass ihre Leggings nass wird. Er wischt seinen Schwanz an ihrem Kleid ab und lässt sie dann endlich los.

Sofort greift Mel nach ihrem Koffer und drängelt aus dem Zug, überholt sogar den dicken Mann im Anzug, seine Empörung ist ihr scheißegal.

Sie rennt über das Gleis, so schnell sie das mit dem schweren Koffer kann.

Sie rennt, raus aus dem Bahnhof.

Sie dreht sich nicht um.

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Es ist der erste Februar. Mels Handy vibriert, als sie gerade in der Vorlesung sitzt. Sie checkt die Nummer auf dem Display, verlässt schnell den Saal und nimmt ab.

“Guten Tag, Frau Hübner.”

“Hallo, Melanie. Ich rufe Sie an, um Ihnen mitzuteilen: Wir haben ihn.”

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My first four stories have been presented in chronological order. This one skips ahead about a year, but I felt I had to write it now. I was a pro domme, and Peter had been my sub, but our relationship had grown more complicated over time.

Peter and I had been fucking and sessioning for a while, and the line between the two was blurring. Whatever it was we were doing, I felt bad about charging him money, so I stopped. Peter, though, felt uncomfortable about not paying, so he suggested that we put the money towards a vacation in St. Barths. It would just be the two of us. I thought that would be nice.

I’d never been to the Caribbean; in fact, I’d never been out of the country. I was psyched to hang out on the beach, eat French food and generally loll around for a week doing nothing. Oh, and there’d be fucking.

Peter rented a two-bedroom villa right on the beach in St. Jean. Normally, it was ridiculously expensive, but we were going at the beginning of the low season, in late April. Peter said it would be much cheaper, less crowded and with fewer Americans. That sounded good to me.

I packed light — a couple of t-shirts and some jean shorts. I also packed a couple of bikini tops and a few form-fitting board shorts for the beach.

When we took the cab to JFK, it was cold and raining. But four and a half hours later, we were sweating on the tarmac of St. Maarten. From there, it was a ten-minute flight to St. Barths in a tiny plane that only sat eight. We found our luggage and got in the line for customs.

Maybe it was my brand new passport, or the fact that I was a short Korean girl traveling with a tall blond guy twenty years my elder, but something aroused the suspicion of the custom officials. The two older women elected to search my backpack and found nothing. But when they opened up my suitcase, they found dildos, harnesses, vibrators and lube. They seemed confused by the dildos, so I smacked Peter’s ass and gave it a big squeeze. Now the ladies understood, and they smiled mischievously at us.

This was going to be a good vacation. We’d just landed, and we’d already been busted for ass-fucking by the authorities.

We grabbed our rental car — a Suzuki Samurai — and drove to the villa. It was adorable, with a small pool and a view of the beach and the bay. We unpacked, took a quick shower and decided to head out and get supplies. We took the top off the car to get some sun and drove off.

Peter had switched into a linen shirt and loose board shorts, and I had on a t-shirt and jean shorts. In the hot Caribbean sun, that was a mistake. I was already sweating through my shirt. I told Peter this was all I’d packed, and he said we should go to Gustavia — the main town — to get me some clothes.

We parked outside a dress shop. I wasn’t normally a dress girl, but sundresses were the standard fare down here. That, and wraps. I found two cute short sundresses, with buttons running all the way down the front. I tried one on in the changing room and stepped out to find a mirror. I wasn’t wearing a bra — I’m only a B cup — and I don’t wear panties with jeans. So I was nude underneath the sundress, but at least I felt cool.

Peter, in the meantime, found a tiny bikini which he handed me to try on. I’m not a girly-girl in New York, but I was on vacation now — so why not? I tried on the bikini top — it fit pretty well. But the bottom only covered about a third of my ass. To me, it felt like wearing nothing.

I stepped out of the dressing room and saw another couple had walked into the store. As I checked myself out in the mirror, I could see that the man was checking me out as well. I adjusted the bikini bottom, pretending to check the fit. But I was really just putting on a little show for my admirer. I rolled the back down halfway, and then rolled it back up. I made sure his eyes were on me, and then rolled down the front, exposing my bald pussy. I waited a few seconds, then rolled them backup.

Peter came over.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Making friends,” I said, with a smile.

I went back to the dressing room and put on a sundress. I was feeling flirtatious and naughty. This was not the normal me, but New York City was thousands of miles away. I decided to have some fun. I unbuttoned the top few buttons on the dress. My tits were still covered, but if I leaned forward, everyone would get a good view.

I went to the cashier to pay, but Peter already had his credit card out. He’d also found a wrap for me to wear with the bikini. He paid, and we headed off to the grocery store.

It was freezing in there, and I felt my nipples go hard. We grabbed a cart and started with the fruits and vegetables. As I reached over to grab a melon, the dress strap fell off my shoulder and down my arm. I had enough buttons still buttoned, so the dress didn’t completely expose my tit. I had to fix that. I unbuttoned another button.

Peter was smiling. He was a big-time exhibitionist, but I’d never done something like this before.

We went over to the meat section, but there a family türkçe bahis there. We got what we needed, and moved down to the wines. A couple of guys were there, inspecting labels, so I reached down to get a bottle from the bottom shelf. The strap fell down, and my left breast fell out.

“Oops,” I said, standing up.

I stood there for a second with my breast exposed. Then I slowly grabbed it and stuffed it back in the dress.

“So sorry,” I said, and kept walking.

We paid for our groceries and drove back to the villa.

“There are topless beaches down here, right?” I asked.

“They’re all topless,” said Peter, “and Grande Saline is nude, too.”

“Then I’m confused,” I said. “When I flashed those guys my tit, they really stared. I’d think they’d be used to the sight by now.”

“I think it’s context,” said Peter. “At the beach, it’s just normal. But in the store, you’re supposed to be clothed. When you flashed your tit, you were asking them to look at it, to consider it sexually. You were being sexual with them.”

That made sense.

“Which, I should add, I find immensely arousing,” he said. “I love that you want to expose yourself.”

We got back to the villa and unpacked. We grabbed towels and a couple of beers and headed out to the pool to get some sun. From the chaise lounge, I could see a portion of the beach, about twenty feet away, and the bay. We were semi-secluded, but anyone walking down to this end of the beach could see us.

“Do you want your bikini?” asked Peter, taking off his shirt.

“No. I’m good,” I said.

I unbuttoned the sundress some more and pulled it over my head. I stood there in the nude and watched the beach. No one was looking at me, but it still felt good to be without clothes outdoors.

“You sure about this?” asked Peter.

“I’m on private property,” I said, “so it seems like it should be legal.”

I laid down on the towel. Through my sunglasses, I saw a group of guys walking down the beach towards us, checking out girls as they went. I spread my legs slightly. When they got to our villa, they stopped. I put my hands on my stomach and slowly moved them down to pussy. I had their attention now. I spread my legs and pulled my pussy lips apart. I wanted to show them the inside of my pussy.

They said something in French and gave us the thumb’s up sign.

“What was that?” I asked.

“They said I was lucky to have a sexy nude woman at my side,” he responded.

“Really?”

So they liked the show. That made me feel good.

We sunned ourselves for about an hour. Peter is very fair, and was starting to turn pink. We decided to call it a day.

“Let’s jump in the pool,” I said, “but take your shorts off first. Be nude with me.”

Peter stood up, looked around and dropped his shorts. I stood up and hugged him. No one was looking at us, but it still felt good. I felt Peter’s cock begin to stir.

“I’d like to suck you off, but I think that would be pushing it,” I said.

“It would be,” he said.

So we jumped in the pool.

Once we’d cooled down, we went inside and showered. It was time for dinner. I put the sundress back on, and felt a little sad about having to wear clothes. I consoled myself by buttoning the minimum number of buttons I needed to keep the dress from falling off. Then I unbuttoned several buttons from the bottom of the dress, creating a slit up the middle. I was now exposing as much of myself as I could without getting arrested.

We drove back to Gustavia to a restaurant called Eddy’s. It was an open-air place, tucked into a garden. We had a dinner of fish, lentils, chayotes and a tomato salad, washed down with a bottle of French wine.

The waiter was a cute young French kid. I made sure to lean in whenever he came by, so he could see my tits. He came by a lot.

We paid and walked down a couple of blocks a bar called Le Select. It was the oldest bar in St. Barth, and a bit of a dive — in a good way. We got a couple of beers and sat down at a table on their terrace.

“So when did this exhibitionist streak arise?” asked Peter.

“Honestly, just today,” I said. “There’s something about this place that makes we want to have people look at me. The people down here are so good-looking, and there’s real sexual vibe to this place — like everyone goes home and has great sex every night.”

I spied a table of guys across the terrace. I positioned my chair so I my legs were pointing right at them. Then I slowly unbuttoned the bottom of my dress even further, almost to the waist. They had stopped talking and were watching me. Then I spread my legs. The dress fell off my legs, exposing my pussy. I made eye contact with the guys, and slowly closed my legs.

They raised their bottles, and I smiled. One guy picked up his cell phone, and pointed it towards me. I figured there was no harm, so I spread my legs again, moving my hands down to pull my pussy lips apart. The flash went off several times, and I closed my legs.

I looked over at Peter.

“I’m iddaa siteleri horny,” I said. “Would you fuck me?”

“Since you asked nicely,” said Peter.

We walked through the terrace towards the bar. Halfway there, I turned to face the table. The bar was to my back so I was safe. I unbuttoned the remaining buttons and opened my dress. I closed my eyes but I could feel the flash go off. I closed my dress, but did not button anything. I smiled at the guys, turned around and walked out of Le Select, holding my dress closed with my hand.

The street was empty except for a couple making out across the way. I put my hand down, and my dress opened up.

“Aren’t you pushing it?” asked Peter.

“No,” I said. “This is pushing it.”

I let the straps fall off my shoulders, and the dress fell to the ground. I picked it up, folded it, and handed it to Peter.

I was now walking the down the street completely nude. It was late, but not that late. I heard a car behind us, and then we were in its headlights. I knew that whoever was in that car could see my naked ass. I kept walking.

The car pulled up and slowed down. Inside were two couples.

“Ask them if they like what they see,” I said.

Peter spoke to them in French, and one of the woman responded.

“She’s says you are very pretty, and have a beautiful ass,” Peter said.

“Merci!” I said.

We walked back to the car and drove back to the villa. I stayed naked, letting the cool wind wash over my body. I reached into Peter’s shorts and played with his cock. When we got back to the villa, we fucked by the pool.

The next day, Peter woke up before me and went out to get bread. I made coffee and sat down by the pool. It was a little chilly, but felt good. When Peter got back, I made him some eggs. We ate breakfast and talks about what to do that day.

“I want to go that nude beach,” I said. “I don’t want to put on clothes.”

We packed some towels and water and headed out. There was few cars on the road, but they honked when they saw me. I assume they thought I was just topless, but I could deal with that. We got to the parking lot for the beach. There were already a few cars there, and another one followed us in.

I got out of the car and grabbed my bag. A couple got out of the other car, and waved. They were in shorts and t-shirts.

“Traditionally, people wait until they’re actually on the beach before disrobing,” said Peter.

“They’re going to see my naked anyway,” I said. “Why wait?”

But Peter was right — it was about context. Walking nude onto the beach caught people’s attention — it said please look at me. It said I want to expose myself to you, I want you to watch.

The beach was huge and we had no problem finding a space for ourselves. Virtually all of the women were topless, and about a fifth of people were nude.

I sat down on my towel, and Peter pulled off his shirt. I started to undo his shorts.

“I can do that,” he said.

?”But I want to,” I responded.

Unlacing his board shorts also gave me a chance to play with his cock. I wanted him to be at least semi-erect when I put him on display.

We laid down on the towel and soaked in the sun. I spread my legs — we had put sunscreen everywhere — and read a magazine. If I saw people come over, I’d pretended to stretch so I could graze my pussy with my hand. Sometimes, I’d rub my clit in a nonchalant way, as if I’d forgotten I wasn’t at home.

When it got close to lunchtime, I rolled over on my side and put my hand on Peter’s chest.

“I’m getting hungry,” I said.

My hand moved down to Peter’s cock. I flipped it on his stomach, and massaged his balls. His cock began to grow.

“We should go,” he said, “before you get me in trouble.”

“No fucking on the nude beach?” I asked. “Not even a hand job?”

I leaned over and frenched Peter. That did it. He was hard now.

“You have an audience,” I said.

He looked over to see three couples. The women were grouped together and were lying on their stomachs, looking at us.

I sat up and spat on Peter’s cock. Without lube, this would have to do. I checked in on the girls. They were still watching. I spat on Peter’s cock again. I picked up the pace.?

“You’re so lucky,” I said. “People are going to watch you cum. No one’s seen me cum yet, except for you. And you don’t count.”

Peter’s ball sac had tightened, so I knew he was close to cumming.

“Please cum,” I said. “Cum in front of those girls.”

His hips bucked and he shot his load into my hand.

I looked over at the girls and licked my hand. At least they would see me eat his cum.

They clapped, and I took a mini-bow. Then Peter and I walked into the water to clean ourselves up. When we got out, the three girls came over. They had cute breasts, but they had kept their bottoms on.

“Thank for the show,” one of them said, speaking with a German accent.

“Thank you for watching,” I said.

“You’re a lovely girl, and your deneme bonusu veren siteler boyfriend has a beautiful cock,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said. “I like it. You can touch it, if you like.”

The girls looked over their shoulders, but they’re boyfriends weren’t watching. They each grabbed his cock and gave it a little pull.

“You can touch me, too,” I said.

They laughed, but one girl stepped forward, licked her finger and slid it up my pussy. I thought they might grab my breasts, but this was better. I grabbed the girl’s wrist.

“Please,” I said, “just a few seconds more. Enough to turn me on. Please.”

I released my grip. The girl kept her finger inside of me, and moved it around me, searching for my g-spot. I moaned.

The girl pulled her finger out of me.

“Thank you,” I said, “thank you for turning me on. I need to go and get fucked now.”

The girls ran off, and Peter and I walked to the parking lot. He wanted to put his shorts back on, but I ordered him to stay naked. We got back in the car and drove off. I played with myself until we got home, and then we walked into the villa, still nude, and fucked. Technically, we fucked, then I ass-fucked Peter, then he got me off again with a vibrator. And then he fucked me in the ass. But you get the point.

We made sandwiches for lunch, and took a nap. After that, it was time for some skinny-dipping. Unfortunately, no one but Peter could see my naked in the pool, so it wasn’t as satisfying. I toweled off and laid out on chaise lounge. Peter went inside to work on his computer.

Occasionally, I would get up and walk around the pool. Usually, there weren’t people down on this end of the beach, but when there were, they would see everything. If they were nice, I’d put a little show on for them, squeezing my tits and shaking my ass.

I was starting to sweat, so I went in to cool off. It was getting close to dinner, and I hadn’t worn a thing all day. Sadly, that would have to end. I put the sundress back on —minimally buttoned — so we could go to the other side of the island for lobster.

The restaurant was called La Langouste, and it was located a short walk from the beach in Flamands. We had a wonderful dinner of spicy lobster, a huge, clawless variety, and champagne. Our bellies full, we drove back through Gustavia, stopping at Le Select.

We were met by smiles at the bar, and I saw why. Behind me was a bulletin board on which were business cards from customers over the years. It was an impressive collection, and seemed to come from every corner of the globe. Also stuck to the board was a photograph of me — eyes closed, smiling, dress flung open and legs spread. One of my flashees from the night before had printed it out and stuck it there.

“There you are,” said Peter, “for everyone to see.”

“I think it’s great,” I said.

I looked around at the crowd in the bar. It wasn’t a large bar, and it wasn’t packed — this was Monday night — so I’d say there were about twenty-five people, mostly men. But each one of them had seen me naked, and when I looked at them, I could see in it their eyes.

Peter ordered a couple of Heinekens.?

“This is you girlfriend?” asked the bartender.

“Yes,” said Peter, “the one in the photo.”

“She likes to take off her clothes?” he asked.

Peter looked at me.

“Yes, I do,” I said.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he said. “She can drink for free tonight if she is naked for one hour.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to get in trouble …” I said.

“You won’t get in trouble,” said the customer to my left.

“I need to be sure of that,” I said. “It wouldn’t be fun to get arrested on vacation.”

“You won’t get in trouble,” said the man. “I’m the chief of police.”

“I like that,” I said, “but I think I want a better deal.”

I reached down and undid a button. I leaned forward so a strap fell off my shoulder, exposing one of my breasts. I wanted to give them a taste.

“I think my boyfriend should drink for free, too,” I said. “Beer only, no hard liquor. And I’ll be nude whenever you want me to be. All night. Or … I could stop.”

I put my breast back in my dress.

?”Two Heineken,” said the bartender, “on the house.”

I stepped back from the bar so they could get a better look. I unbuttoned all the buttons, and let the straps fall off my shoulders and down my arms. Once again, I was nude.

I folded my dress and handed it to Peter. He was shaking his head.?

“Don’t complain,” I said, “I just bought you a night’s worth of beer.”

“I’m not complaining,” he said. “I love that you can do this and enjoy it.”

I sat down at the bar and introduced myself to Eric, the bartender, and Guillaume, the chief of police. He even showed me his badge. And Eric explained that I wasn’t the first woman to get naked at Le Select. A few years ago, he had dared an Australian woman to get naked for an hour in exchange for free drinks and she’d done it. So that became the standard bet. But no one had taken him up on it since then.

We ordered another round, and I put my arm around Guillaume. I was acting friendly, but what I really wanted to do was press a breast into his arm. I wanted to tease him. I gave him a peck on the cheek and squeezed his right hand, pulling it over so it grazed my left leg.

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Do you ever watch any of the porn webcasts and wonder about the rest of the girls’ lives?

All of the characters and actresses in this video are at least 19 years old.

Episode 97) Live Performance

The video begins, and we’re watching a computer screen broadcasting a webcast from a large apartment’s bedroom. A cute, long-haired 23-year-old in a short skirt and blouse welcomes everyone to her latest webcast.

“Good morning, internet friends. This is Misty again. Today’s broadcast is a very special one for me. This is the 4-year anniversary of when I started doing webcasts back in my dorm room. But now I have 2200 regular, monthly subscribers, and I’m thrilled to have many of you watching live and the rest of you accessing the archived video.” She picks up a box on her bed. “I get to show an anniversary gift from Steve tonight to celebrate. Steve is very special to me because he was my first subscriber almost four years ago. You know that he’s sent several items for me to model on my shows. Tonight, he’s sent a new outfit for me to model on my show. You know all know that I adore al of my subscribers, but Steve is extra-special because he was my very first subscriber and has been with me from the beginning, and I would do just about anything for him.”

She takes lays out the items on her bed: a matching lime green bikini and bra set, a short, plaid skirt that looks like a school uniform, and a white, sexy, off-the-shoulder, long-sleeved white lace crop top. She turns on some soft jazz saxophone music in the background while she quickly undressed and puts on the present from Steve. The green bra shows through her top, and the skirt barely covers her butt. She models the outfit for the camera. She leans over to give the camera a good look down her shirt before taking it off and then takes off the bra. She sits on the edge of the bed and plays with her smallish breasts while her legs are apart and her panties are evident. “I know what you like, Steve.” She stands and slowly pulls up the skirt until it’s bunched up at her waist and drops it and spins around and sticks out her butt to the camera. Then she slides the panties down her legs and shares several upskirt views as she begins to masturbate. She returns to the bed and lies on her stomach while masturbating, and the short skirt refuses to hide anything as she writhes around. As her excitement reaches its peak, she pulls off the skirt and spreads her legs wide to give the audience a clear view as she gives in to her orgasm. She lies there for a minute afterwards, enjoying the remnant of the orgasm and showing off her clean pussy to her audience.

She sits up. “Thank you, Steve, for your fun present.” She blows a kiss at the camera. “Thank bedava bahis you to all of my fans for the presents they send. If you want me to model something for you, you can send it here,” and a San Diego PO Box address appears in the corner of the screen. She waves goodbye and blows another kiss to the camera, and the webcast ends.

In her bedroom, Misty puts away the skirt and top and bra and puts the green panties back on. She also puts on a creamy hoodie that comes down to her thighs and goes to her living room to curl up in an easy chair and read a book.

The scene changes. It’s later in the day. She’s watching TV from the same chair, and the doorbell rings. There’s a very pretty, 19-year-old girl there in a t-shirt and jean shorts, carrying a small shopping bag. Misty opens the door. “Hello.”

The girl gushes, “Hi Misty. I can’t believe I’m meeting you in person.”

Misty is taken aback but recovers. “I think you have the wrong house. My name’s Diane.” She starts to close the door. “Good-bye.”

“Wait! It’s me, Steve! Well, Stevie to be more accurate. And I’ve flown here from Miami to meet you.” Diane hesitates. “Can I come in?”

Misty still has a confused look on her face, but she lets Stevie in. “Do you want to tell me what’s up?”

“Well, you know I’ve been watching you forever. I’ve always admired you. I wish I could be as bold and daring as you are, and I’ve had lots of fantasies based on the stories you tell and thinking of you. But I wrote to you and said I was Steve because I was worried that you wouldn’t be interested in a girl’s fantasies.”

“How old are you?”

“I’m 19. That’s another thing I didn’t tell you when I started following you so you wouldn’t be too freaked out.”

“I’m still really confused though. How did you find me?”

“Well, I knew you’re in San Diego because of the PO Box. I taped a tracker to the inside of that box that I just sent to you, and it activated when it found an internet signal, and I was able to trace the box to this address. And I knew you were first story and had a view of the pool because you’ve shown us the view out your window on your show.”

“Well, I’m flattered. I always considered you a groupie. I didn’t know you were a stalker, too. Should I be worried by this?”

Stevie looks hurt. “No, no, I came so I could give you another gift. Happy anniversary.” She takes a box out of the bag and gives it to Diane. Diane opens it, and it’s a transparent, glittery, mesh leotard. We can tell that Diane likes this a lot. “I brought this, and I hope you’ll model it for me in person. Yo’ve always said that you would do anything for me, and maybe …”

Diane takes a deep breath and agrees that she’s casino siteleri always said that and that she would do this for her. “It’s just that you don’t fit the picture of Steve that I’ve always had in my mind.” She looks at the leotard and then at Stevie. “Do you want me to go in the other room and put it on and come out, or do you want to watch me put it on?”

“Please, I’d like to watch, please, if you let me, just like on the web.”

Diane lifts up the hoodie and shows Stevie the green panties that Stevie had sent and that Diane had put on earlier. “Thank you for these, too.” She turns around and bends over. “I remember that you’ve told me that green’s your favorite color.” She pulls the panties up tight to give herself a wedgie. Then she turns back around and plays with the panties before pulling them down. She puts on the new lingerie and models it for Stevie. “I feel so sexy. I’m going to go look at myself in the mirror in the bedroom.” She goes into the other room. The camera follows her, and we see her checking out her body in the mirror.

The scene shifts back to Stevie, who calls to Diane from the living room. “You are so beautiful! And I brought some more presents for you.” She takes off her own t-shirt and then her shorts, and she’s wearing the same lingerie. Diane returns to the room and stops in the doorway, and she’s confronted with another surprise.

“Wow! You look so sexy in that!”

Stevie turns around and poses for her. “You’ve never told us on your show if you’ve ever had sex with a woman.”

Diane answers slowly. “Well, just once. My freshman roommate and I made out after a party. We were both kind of drunk, and we felt uncomfortable and awkward though and never did it again.”

“But would you do it again with your favorite fan?”

Diane considers it while admiring Stevie’s body. “I like to think I’m open to new experiences, so I guess so. And I can’t think of a sexier fan that I care more about than you. And who suddenly turns me on a lot!”

Stevie walks up to Diane. “I’ve dreamed about kissing you for a long time.” The two women kiss several times, then Stevie takes a step back. “Do you like it.”

Diane smiles. “It felt a lot better this time. Let’s keep going.”

Stevie steps up to her again and takes one of her hands. “Great. And while we kiss, will you finger me?” She moves the hand under her leotard. The two women kiss again, and Diane is rubbing her. Stevie gets more and more turned on. While they’re kissing, she pulls off her leotard. They continue kissing while the rubbing becomes more intense until Stevie has an orgasm. Stevie continues kissing her but not as wildly. She pulls down Diane’s top so she can lick bahis siteleri her breasts and then her stomach. She leads Diane to the bedroom and maneuvers her onto the bed on ere back. She kisses Diane’s thighs then pulls the leotard the rest of the way off and gives her an orgasm with her tongue and fingers.

The two women kiss again. Then Stevie sits on Diane’s face so she can get her pussy licked. Before she has an orgasm, she rolls off and tells Diane “I have one more present for you.” She scampers out the door to the living room and returns with shopping bag. She takes another box out and gives it to Diane. Diane opens it, and there’s a Hitachi magic wand in it.

“You always just use your fingers on your show, but I thought we could have fun doing this together.”

Diane looks a little concerned. “I have a very sensitive clit, so I’ve never needed to use a vibrator. I’m worried that they’re too intense for me.”

“But will you try it with me. I have one, and I love it. And we can put it between us and cum together.”

Diane nods, parts her legs, and waits for Stevie to put them into position. Stevie turns it on and places it against Diane. We can tell that Diane likes this but is overcome with feeling and can’t speak. As her moans get louder and more frequent, Stevie joins her and puts her own clit up against the vibrating ball as well and joins in the moaning. The two girls both are convulsing but trying to keep in contact with the wand while it generates an intense orgasm for them.

After they cum, Stevie puts aside the wand so they can press their pussies together. They’re too exhausted to do anything but enjoy their pussies slowly grinding against each other. Diane can tell she’s complete, and she turns around so she and Stevie can just slowly finger each other and continue to kiss. Stevie says “I’m so tired, but I don’t want you to stop touching me.”

“Don’t stop touching me.” They continue kissing and fingering. “I just had an idea. Do you want to be on my next webcast?”

“I don’t know about that.”

“You don’t have to undress if you don’t want to. But I’ll wear that leotard again, and you can be in charge and have me model any way you want and tell me how to take it off and what to do. And then you can masturbate me for the camera until I cum.” Misty is rubbing Stevie more vigorously now while she’s thinking of this. Stevie can’t talk. “This could be the start of a whole new segment on the webcast, and you can be my first special guest.” Diane leans over to kiss Stevie’s breasts and stomach. “And you can stay with me until then and we can spend all day and night until then in bed together.” She gets on her knees and is pumping her fingers in and out of Stevie with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. Stevie spreads her legs as widely as she can and has an orgasm. Finally, the two women cuddle again and have a long kiss.

“I would love to be your cohost next week.” They kiss again while the scene fades.

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We met online. My husband had been playing around with my profile and filled in marital status as “married but looking”. I was surprised one day by an email from a stranger looking for a “little extra”. Now I wasn’t opposed to “extra”. Mike has been trying for years to get me to do some heavy “flirting” in front of him without any prompting from him. He always loved the idea of the “slut wife”. But I usually chickened out or screwed things up somehow when I had to initiate something. I needed to make some serious restitution.

So anyway, I decided to see where things would go with my “new friend”. We wrote back and forth a few times, sharing our likes and dislikes. He wasn’t looking for a new wife. He wasn’t looking to just screw. He was into tantric sex. I wasn’t really sure what he had in mind but it sounded interesting and safe to me. I wasn’t looking for a new husband, just someone I could have fun with and fulfill my husband’s fantasy. I told him of my fantasy of teasing and flirting in front of my husband with another man. Amazingly he didn’t run!

After months of sporadic emails, I decided it was time to put my fantasy into action. I wanted to meet my friend, I’ll call him James. We finally were able to work out the logistics of our meeting. Mike and I were going to New Hope on Saturday evening. We decided to get a room for the night so we could wander around without the worry of driving too far. James was going to meet me (and Mike) around 8 o’clock at Triumphs.

The parking lot was packed. We parked our car in the back corner of the lot next to the railroad tracks and woods. It was a little bit of a hike to the bar. The street lights in the parking lot were just enough to see where we were going.

James had seen my photo but I told him to look for me in a black button down blouse and short black skirt. Now I am not a Barbie by any stretch. I have straight auburn hair down below my shoulders, blue eyes and a smattering of freckles that have taken years for me to accept. I am tall, 5’9″ and curvy with long legs. My tits are average size but overall I am proportioned well. I have been told I look pretty damn good for 45.

We got there early around 730pm. I was nervous as hell but my pussy was tingling. I had put on my red lace bra and panty set and a pair of thigh high stockings and a pair of “fuck me” pumps. My black button down blouse was just a little too tight and exposed my red bra through the openings down the center. My skirt kept sliding up exposing my red silk encased ass cheeks. The appreciative stare from the group of men at the corner bahis siteleri bar was just the confidence I needed.

We found our way to the back bar area and ordered a drink. Mike and I were chit-chatting for a little while when I noticed James coming through the front door. I had given him an idea of where we would be, but the bar was crowded and we were a little further down towards the back. He worked his way around. He spotted me and smiled as he made his way to a seat next to me. I smiled and said “hi” and kept talking to Mike. We weren’t supposed to know each other. It was only a matter of minutes when Mike excused himself to the men’s room. I leaned towards James and gave him a peck on the cheek and a nice view of my little red bra. He looked me up and down and grinned. I asked him if he liked what he saw and he smiled yes. I had turned my stool towards James and crossed my legs, giving him a nice view of my “V”. Mike returned shortly and started to talk to James while I sat between them. It was small talk but the banter was getting hot between James and me.

James and I had agreed on a “signal” should there be chemistry between us. I would tell them I had to go back to my car for something that I had dropped out of my bag. He would stay by Mike for a few minutes and then excuse himself to the men’s room. Knowing my husband as well as I do, I knew after a few minutes of me not returning, it would be just a matter of time before he came out to see if I was alright. It would give James enough time to find me and begin to enjoy the show. So as I downed my drink I said I was excusing myself to go to the girls’ room. I picked up my bag and rummaged through it and finally said to Mike, “I think I dropped my lipstick in the car.” He asked “Do you want me to go get it?” “No, that’s alright. I’ll go.” I said as I stood up, not giving him a chance to say or do anything. I turned and winked at James as I headed towards the restrooms & the front door.

It was dark as I made my way to my car. I passed a couple walking but overall it was quiet. I went to my car and leaned back against it facing the buildings, the street light highlighting the area. I was so excited I began to rub my tits through the fabric. I could hear someone walking on the gravel. I pulled up my skirt and began to finger my pussy. It was James. He stopped at the end of the van next to me and watched as I slowly undid the buttons on my blouse exposing my red lace bra. I reached my hand in and pulled out my left tit and gave my nipple a little twist. I still had my left hand in my panties canlı bahis siteleri rubbing my clit. I reached up and undid the bra in the center letting it fall back exposing my tits. I rubbed and pulled at my nipples while I went back to fingering my pussy. It was hard to keep my eyes open but I watched as James began to rub his growing crotch. As I shoved my finger deep inside me, I heard James moan. This caused me to shudder from the excitement of being on display, knowing I was being watched and could be seen by anyone else who could walk by.

I swirled my thumb over my clit with my finger buried deep in my pussy and grabbed my nipple and pinched it with my other hand. James moved closer and released his cock from his pants and began stroking it slowly not moving his eyes from me. I reached up with my pussy soaked finger and slowly began to lick my juices from my fingers as I continued to pull and twist my nipple. I could feel my pussy juices running down my leg. I was so hot! I moaned as I stuck my finger back inside of my cunt and began finger fucking myself. I rubbed my clit feverishly and could feel myself building towards a mind blowing orgasm.

Once again I heard footsteps slowly heading towards us. I looked up to see it was Mike who stopped as I looked up and was standing quietly across from us. He stood back against a car and silently watched as James and I got ourselves off. He could see everything from where he stood. I slowly turned around and leaned my tits against the cold windows of the car and spread my legs wide as I pushed my ass out for James’ pleasure.

My skirt was all the way up around my waist. I pulled my panties to the side and began rubbing my hands up and down my ass, pulling my ass cheeks apart and pulling my panties up and down my crack. I reached back around and began rubbing my clit, moaning as I leaned into the car, pressing my nipples on the cold glass.

James walked slowly towards me pumping his stiff cock. I turned my head to face him and watched. I could see precum glistening at the head of his cocks. I now turned around and leaned back against the car, with my legs spread, forcing my hips out and exposing my pussy to him. He came within 3 feet of me and stopped, pointing his rock hard member toward me. We stared at each other as we stroked ourselves towards orgasm. I wanted to reach out and grab his cock, but I could feel myself getting close. I shoved my fingers deep in my pussy as I frantically rubbed my clit back and forth. The cold air was running over my erect nipples feeling like cool güvenilir bahis soft hands brushing against them. I could hear people laughing in the distance. I began to cum as I watched James stiffen and lean back. He shot his load straight up. The first stream hit me on my neck, the second, my chest. I rubbed his cum into my tits and then I scooped up the glob on my neck and licked my fingers clean. We leaned back against the cars, spent.

Slowly Mike walked towards us. I could tell from the size of his crotch that he liked what he had just saw. James looked nervous, but Mike smiled at him, reassuring him that he wasn’t pissed off as he walked up to me.

“Turn around” he said. I turned around and leaned into my car. James started to go but Mike turned to him and said, “Hey! You’re welcomed to stay and watch what I’m going to do to my slutty wife.”

He slid his cock from the confines of his pants and rammed it into my pussy almost lifting me off the ground. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard and fast. “What a nasty bitch you are, exposing yourself and masturbating in front of a stranger.”

I could feel him getting harder as he plunged his cock deep within me. He kept pumping and talking dirty to me. I pushed back and met each thrust.

“Fuck me hard”, I yelled. He reached around and grabbed my tits as he plowed into me filling me with cum. I felt him relax and lean into me. Mike slowly pulled out of me and tucked himself back in.

“Look at the mess. You got your cum all over my cock. Now, you need to clean it.” I turned and got on my knees in front of Mike. I turned and looked at James. He was standing there, with his again, rock hard cock in his hand, staring at us. I reached out and began stoking him as my mouth went to work cleaning off Mike’s cock.

“That’s good for now.” Mike said. “But I think you need to take care of that problem you caused James.”

So I turned to face James and then leaned down and took his cock in my mouth. I slowly licked the head down to the base and up again. I cupped his balls in my hand and began sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue around his head. I could see Mike out of the corner of my eye watching intently.

“That’s right, suck that cock. Do a good job, you slut! Show this guy how much you like sucking cock. Shove that cock down your throat!” James was pushing his cock down my throat deeper and deeper. I was in heaven. I licked and sucked and squeezed my mouth up and down his cock until I felt his balls tighten. He moaned as he shoved his cock down my throat and sprayed cum all over my tonsils. “Swallow it baby. Take it all!” Mike ordered. I eagerly obliged as I gobbled every last remaining drop.

“Now,” Mike said. “Lets go have another drink. Oh and don’t forget your lipstick this time” as he slapped my ass and headed back to the bar.”

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Elena

When I opened my eyes, I was groggy enough that it took me several seconds to remember where I was. I blinked a few times to let the room come into focus, and I could see the sheer curtains in my bedroom dancing in the breeze coming through my window. I smiled to myself, remembering that I had brought those drapes to every home I lived in as an adult, and about the only thing from my childhood that I still owned. As I gradually became more awake, I remembered the great time I had the previous night with Tamara, the woman who hadn’t wanted to be at that party any more than me. The woman that was absolutely wonderful company, one that I was very attracted to, but also a woman that was married and very straight.

While certainly experienced, I am not an expert in dating and relationships, but I know chemistry when I see it, or more accurately, feel it, and I definitely felt it. I could tell that Tamara stayed pretty guarded,, which made sense given the kind of self-absorbed asshole she was married to. Even so, she had let her facade slip a bit, and by the end of the night, had let me see the real her. The real Tamara was smart, funny, engaging, playful and a blast to be around. Straight or not, we hit it off and she responded to me, even after finding out my sexual orientation. In fact, it didn’t even faze her, which just made me like her all the more. I gave her attention and she ate it up like cotton candy, not in a pathetic, needy way, but in a good way. I had just met her but already liked the hell out of her.

So the question in my mind was, how could I let her know I had a great time being around her that didn’t come across as creepy or uncomfortable? Calling or texting her would seem too pushy, plus if Alan saw it I sense it would go badly for her. Just then I remembered that she had given me her business card, which made me smile. She had taken the initiative, the first step, a fact which delighted me but at the same time, something I didn’t want to read too much into.

I reached down to the floor and retrieved my little black purse (I affectionately refer to it as my “party purse”) and retrieved the card and stared at it for a second. Her business address was printed in small letters on the bottom right, making the corners of my mouth curve upwards into a goofy grin. I had an idea, one that hopefully would be both clever and nonthreatening. Grabbing my cell phone off the nightstand, I dialed the number of a local florist I used on occasio and they answered on the second ring.

“Best Buds, how can I help you?” came the familiar voice of the owner, an old and dear friend of mine.

“Hey Hank! It’s Elena!” I said, my voice unusually chipper.

“Uh oh, I know that tone all too well, so you have finally found yourself a new girl?” Hank joked, knowing my last breakup a year ago had been rather acrid.

“Ha ha, very funny, no it’s just a friend, A straight friend, I might add,” I said, almost giggling.

“Not buying it, but ok. What do you want to do?” he said with a chuckle.

I thought for a moment. A rose seemed like a good idea. A single rose. Red would be way too pushy and probably scare her off, purple would be maybe too much also. Pink, yes pink sounded perfect, it wasn’t too bland or too forward. I cleared my throat. “A rose, a pink one. That’s subtle enough, right?”

“Good choice, you don’t want to scare off the poor girl before you get her to fall madly in love with you,” Hank said, a smile in his voice.

In the rest of the conversation, I provided her name and her office address, with no card or note or anything else. A pink rose showed appreciation, not romance, but also left the door open in a way. I wanted it to be sweet but ambiguous enough to give me an excuse to claim it was just a nice gesture and not anything more. I spent the rest of the day worrying I had overdone it, but also felt anticipation at how she would respond.

Tamara

I loved going to work. It was the one place I felt safe enough to be myself, without any fear of the jealous, insecure reactions that Alan had all too often. I considered it my oasis, my world, the sphere where I could have a measure of control and self-determination. My coworkers were great for the most part, every now and then we would get a new sales rep who would either make fun of me as a woman in IT or relentlessly hit on me. I could never stand up to my husband, but at work I could let my inner bitch out when necessary, which fortunately wasn’t often. Needless to say, when a man chose to overstep, I handled it swiftly and firmly.

I walked casually over to my desk and dropped my purse on the credenza in my cubicle and sipped my coffee, turning to look at my calendar to see what my appointments looked like for the day. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of color in front of the keyboard, making me look down to see what it was. I almost snorted my coffee once I realized it was a rose, a single pink rose, whose scent was incredible. bonus veren siteler At that moment, I found myself wrestling with two completely conflicting reactions, anger at someone clearly hitting on me, and delight at being important enough to make a gesture to. I felt my face redden, signaling that the first feeling had won out.

I grabbed the rose and thrust it into the air. “Hey, not interested here. Married!” I blurted out in a loud, irritated tone. I am somewhat introverted, so when all eyes turned on me, I regretted saying anything. The look of shock and surprise on everyone’s faces pretty much told me no one there was responsible for the flower in my hand. Courtney, who sat in the cubicle next to me, whispered, “Floral shop delivered it a half-hour ago, pretty sure it wasn’t anyone here.”

I felt my cheeks turn bright pink, and clueless what to say now that I had accused the entire office of hitting on me. “Um, guess… I spoke out of turn. Sorry. Must have been my husband.” I stammered, trying to cover my outburst. I knew better though. Alan had been romantic once, but it was something that never happened now. I would have felt more confident repeating my baseless accusations to the office again than accepting he would have done it.

Picking up the rose, I took in the sight of it, it was flawless, fragrant and in bloom. Now that I was over my initial reaction, the feeling of delight came back, since it now seemed to be a genuine gesture by someone and since they didn’t even reveal who they were it felt nonthreatening. I deeply breathed in the scent and just let myself enjoy the moment for a few seconds before turning my attention to work. When the word enjoy popped into my head, it made me recollect the events of saturday evening at the hotel, and of meeting Elena.

Elena, the delightful diversion at a party I had been dreading for weeks, who I found out was gay, not that it mattered. She had been nothing but respectful, though admittedly a flirt, but certainly nothing even close to inappropriate. Had she sent the rose? What was it supposed to mean? Did it mean anything? Did it even matter? At that moment, I had far more questions than answers, and it made me feel disoriented, and admittedly a little strange. Was it butterflies I was feeling? Certainly not, I was straight, married, and had no inclinations towards women. As I thought more about it, perhaps I was just unaccustomed to attention these days, but had to admit it did make me feel good, important even.

While it was still questionable if the rose was from Elena or some secret admirer, instinct told me that it was indeed her, and I could picture her mischievous grin as if she was watching me make that discovery. Come to think of it, I had been the one handing her my business card, so it all made sense. Hadn’t I invited her to have coffee? Yes, it seemed to all make sense now, but I realized that I hadn’t gotten her contact information. I frowned, realizing the ball was in Elena’s court since she knew how to reach me but not the other way around.

As I was pondering what to do, an email alert popped up on my computer screen, drawing my attention. I clicked on the email, which was titled simply “Coffee tomorrow?” The sender was Elena Carver, telling me what her last name was, and the email itself had a map to a Starbuck’s about a mile from my office. I felt my tummy flutter a bit, which I attributed to the emotion of the previous few moments, but did find myself liking the idea of sitting down with her. I did say ‘friends’ to her, right? No harm then. Ok, it’s a friend-coffee-date-not-a-date then!

Elena

I got to the Starbucks forty minutes early, which I admitted to myself was overkill and probably a bad sign that I already had a crush on Tamara. I had been down this road a time or two before and it never ended well, feelings were always one-sided and the other girl tended to either run away or withdraw emotionally. In either case, there were hurt feelings all the way around. Still, I couldn’t help myself, trying to play the mental gymnastics that would convince me it was all harmless.

I picked this location for a reason. It tended to lean more heavily on drive-through orders, so the lobby was more sparsely attended. In addition, there was a cozy spot with a partial doorway that had room for just two comfy chairs, and while it wasn’t completely private, it had that effect. I positioned the chairs around the small round table so that they were far enough apart that it would provide adequate distance and avoid appearing too intimate.

I found myself looking at the time on my phone constantly, a rookie move for sure; I had to get my mind straight, no pun intended. It took me a while earlier in the morning to figure out the look I wanted to go for. I opted for a navy blue skirt and jacket, with golden embroidery on the lapels, a frilly white (and non-revealing) blouse, and heels. I thought I looked both feminine and professional, bahis an image I happen to love.

I caught sight of Tamara as she approached the front entrance of the coffee shop, the wind tossing her hair about slightly as she walked. Her choice of outfit was a smart one, a red pencil skirt that hugged her hips, a white v-neck blouse that did show a bit of cleavage, and red heels. I liked my look; I loved hers more. She broke into a broad smile when she saw me, and headed over to the little room where I was now standing. Her smile was infectious, I simply had to match her expression.

“Hey there!” I said, thrilled she had accepted my invitation.

“Hey yourself! Gawd I love your outfit!” Tamara said, almost giggling.

Without thinking, I reached out and embraced her, and then almost panicked that I had assumed that was all right with her. “Oh shit, I shouldn’t have just assumed…”

“Oh hugs are fine, I am kinda touchy feely myself.” she responded, settling into the hug comfortably. Her perfume filled my nostrils and the feeling of her body against mine was absolutely delicious, her curves pressing to mine, the warmth was both comfortable and sexy. It felt like we were connected, as women, and friends, and yet something more than that. I didn’t want it to end, but also worried I was enjoying it too much and that she could tell. I reluctantly pulled back from her and settled into my seat. I was a little confused at the interaction, I definitely wanted it, but she seemed remarkably open, almost suggesting that she actually enjoyed the contact.

Tamara smiled as she settled into the other chair, speaking as she sat down. “Um… so… did you… send something to me this morning?” she asked. I could swear I saw her cheeks getting pink.

“Maybe,” I responded with a smirk, trying to gauge her reaction.

Tamara giggled, “Just so you know, I stood up and accused just about everyone in the office of being the culprits,” she muttered, “So embarrassing!”

I studied her body language and expression before responding further, the last thing I wanted was to come across as some sort of predatory lesbian seemingly intent on bedding her. As before, she was being guarded, but her posture was relaxed, open even, and there was no expression of fear or even concern on her face. No, it was something else, like it was more than just acceptable, it was welcome. Even coming from another woman, Tamara was enjoying the attention. Feigning concern, I leaned in, careful not to touch her. Light flirting at the party had been one thing, and attributable to the alcohol, which was far from the case now. “Listen, I was just trying to say I had a great time hanging out with you the other night. I hope I didn’t…”

“Oh, no, no, no, it’s fine, I haven’t gotten flowers in years,” she said, adding, “It was very sweet and considerate, and I so appreciate it.” As she spoke, she touched me on the arm, innocently, but it was contact all the same.

I reached up and slipped my hand over hers, squeezing it lightly to reassure her, “I just wanted to…” I hesitated for a moment because the words that were coming to mind were, give you a kiss that will rock your world, or make out with you for an hour, or even eat your pussy and make you feel incredible. I really wouldn’t have said that out loud, but there was something about her that I found impossibly attractive. “…respect your boundaries. That’s what friends do.” I pulled my hand away and leaned back in my chair.

I cleared my throat and looked her in the eyes. “So…IT? That has to be a more male dominated field than insurance even,” I said with a smile.

Tamara rolled her eyes and then laughed out loud, it was a full, genuine laugh and it made me smile. “Yeah, the good old boy’s club. It started out rough for sure, I got snubbed at work a lot and faced some reluctance by my first customers. I worked my ass off and won them all over. Of course, there are times I still get attitude… or hit on.” she said, rubbing her chin, apparently to take care of an itch.

I watched her eyebrow twitch as she uttered her last sentence, so i could tell there was more to the story. I just nodded, not pressing her for more information than she was willing to share, at least just yet. A moment later, it dawned on me that we were sitting at a coffee shop, and we were sitting empty handed. “Hey,” I began, “I got you drinks last time, looks like you are in need again. What can I get you?”

“A vanilla latte would be awesome. Yeah, I know it sounds pretty girly.”

I chuckled as I stood up. “No need to justify it, hun, and girly is just fine. We can form our own girl’s club, how about that?” I said, starting towards the doorway.

“Sounds great!” I heard her say.

Within a few minutes, we were back in our little cozy corner, chatting away like old friends. It felt like we had been friends for years; we had a lot of common interests, like hiking, gardening, travel, and others. deneme bonusu “I really like pottery classes.” I said at one point. “It gives me a creative outlet and satisfies my need to create things.”

“Oh are you kidding me?!” Tamara suddenly blurted out, my statement clearly triggering great enthusiasm in her. “I was an art minor back in college, I loved ceramics! I used to have a room full of my work. Gawd, I miss doing that so, so much.”

I just giggled out loud in response to her highly animated response to my admission. “Wow, well now I know how to wind you up,” I commented. “When was the last time you made something with pottery?”

I watched the excitement drain out of her as soon as I asked the question, her body language and facial expressions identical to the moment that weekend that her drunk husband interrupted our time together. She retreated behind her practiced mask, and replied, “Well, life got in the way, I suppose. Work, family, and…”

I already knew there was far more to her reaction than met the eye, plus I am a great poker player, and know a bluff when I see one. There was no way in hell I was going to just let that answer stand, and decided I had built up enough good will to push the envelope a little bit. “Bullshit,” I said, in a calm tone, to prevent sounding overly aggressive. I wanted to give her a push, not a bitch slap.

Tamara was unfazed by the remark, which made me think either she hadn’t heard it or was just ignoring it altogether. Then, it hit her, like it had to sink in for a moment before she realized what I had said. Her face went pink. “Um… excuse me?” she said, almost in a whisper.

“Come on, Tamara, I know we are not lifelong friends or anything, but do you really think I believe that? You went from relaxed to exuberant to almost depressed in the space of seconds. So, once again, I say bullshit.”

She composed herself for a moment, looked me in the eye confidently, and simply responded, “Well then, the truth is that I simply lost interest.”

Part of me admired just how good Tamara was about putting on a convincing and world-class front that should have earned her an academy award. It was polished, practiced and very believable, but unluckily for her I was world-class at reading people. It was one of the many skills that had made me successful as a professional businesswoman. Looking past her disguise, I could see a woman who was afraid, isolated, and in need of a friend, someone she could trust.

“Look, I think it was more than a good buzz that made you trust me enough to just be yourself at that party, or the coffee just now,” I said, taking a sip of my black coffee. “Behind that smokescreen is a pretty, awesome, and amazing woman that I would love to be friends with. The person you are pretending to be is anything but that.”

By the look on her face I could tell that was the first time she had not gotten away with her protective play acting. Her expression went from shock, to worry, to fascination, and back to worry. Again. She closed her eyes for a moment and let out a very deep sigh, one that I thought would make her lungs collapse.

“Ok,” she said, no longer whispering, and opening her eyes to look at me. “The truth is that Alan hated them and said they were ugly and not worth keeping, so threw them all away one day several years ago when I was at work. I cried for a week. And I never made a thing after that.”

I watched her sit up straight, as if a thousand pound boulder had just rolled off her shoulders, but in the next second she burst into tears, lasting for possibly as long as a minute. I pulled her into a sisterly hug and just patted her back, hoping that it would come across as comforting and not anything else.

Once she regained her composure, she grabbed a napkin and wiped her eyes, including the mascara that had run a bit, leaving black streaks down her cheeks. “Feel better now, Tamara?” I asked, making sure I included her name in the question.

“Wow, yeah, I had no idea how much I needed that. Or how much I needed someone smart enough to see right through me. I can pretty much guarantee you, that has never happened before, not even with my parents,” she said, taking another deep breath. Damn she was beautiful, even when vulnerable.

“Well, be careful, I charge a steep price for therapy like this,” I laughed, poking her in the side.

“Well I haven’t felt this liberated in years, so I will gladly pay that price.” she quipped, now clearly relaxed with me. “Who should I make the check out to?”

I grinned. My next move was going to be epic. “Not that easy, hun. You have to go to a pottery session with me, no excuses,” I said with a smile.

Tamara’s mouth dropped open, as she was caught off guard by what I had said. After a second she smiled and answered, “Ok, you’re on.”

Oh this was going to be fun!

Tamara

I have to admit that I had Elena in mind when I started getting ready for work that morning, mainly because I wanted to impress her. Maybe it was silly, but she was so confident and sure of herself, and had carved a place for her in a man’s world, that I wanted to be more like her. Plus, I didn’t want to appear as someone deserving pity, on any level.

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Author’s note: Welcome to the continuing story of Shannon’s reluctance. This chapter is about Shannon doing as she is told, that’s why it has been submitted under the BDSM category.

We were sitting in the Mustang outside Ernie’s strip joint a few hours later. I could hardly wipe the smile from my face. Johan had just told me I was better than any of the three girls we watched strip, even without taking off my clothes.

He fired up the rumbling engine and I relaxed into the leather seat. As he turned around and backed up a bit he said, “Baby, you were so good. You could easily have been a stripper.”

I giggled, bringing my sunglasses down over my eyes as we took off on our way back home. I think it was around three-thirty, but I wasn’t wearing a watch. I retrieved my lip-gloss from the center console and applied it ‘to protect from the wind’, just like it said on the side.

God, I had so much fun. Ernie turned out to be such a fatherly guy. He was adorable to ‘his girls’. He always praised them and they all seemed to like him a lot. He said I was great, really great, and that I could come back anytime. He was so cute the way he apologised to Johan for saying so.

I was lost in thoughts of actually stripping and feeling pretty pleased with myself as we raced up the road.

Johan’s words played over in my mind. “…You could easily have been a stripper.” As I thought about it, the smile on my face turned into a little frown. I had an uncomfortably queasy feeling in my stomach. Surely he didn’t mean anything by that. It was just a turn of phrase. I tried to convince myself it was a compliment. I could feel myself breathing harder as I watched the countryside fly by. Surely he didn’t really think I might have ended up as a stripper if he hadn’t ‘rescued’ me from my small town anonymity? I swallowed and felt my face get hot as I thought about it.

It might have been true. I might have ended up doing exactly that. I was very young when I first met Johan. At that age, working at Dougherty’s Drug Store was pretty cool. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go to college, and I certainly didn’t have any grand plans. I’ve often wondered what might have happened to me if I hadn’t bought that new bikini with my birthday money all those years ago. I might never have caught Johan’s eye.

Oh, c’mon. You loved it.

I sighed and slumped further down in my seat. Closing my eyes, I tilted my hips a little so the plug felt better. The Ben Wahs started clicking again almost immediately and I sat up straighter to stop them. I wasn’t sure if I was in the mood any more. We were almost to the freeway on-ramp when Johan interrupted my thoughts.

“I’ll stop up here at the gas station and you can remove that plug, okay baby?”

I turned towards him and was a little short.

“It would be better at home. I can wait till then.”

We pulled in anyway.

We stopped next to the pump and Johan leaned over to me, kissing me warmly and lingering. It was such a nice kiss and I felt bad for thinking naughty thoughts. I also felt his warm palm against my breast. Then his thumb began caressing my nipple. It hardened instantly and I pressed into his hand and whispered against his lips, but it kind of came out wrong.

“I’ve been a naughty girl.”

Johan pulled back and stared open-mouthed.

“Really?” he chuckled.

I blushed all over again. I really hate how I do that. Well, kind of. It’s just… I don’t know, embarrassing. It’s like I can’t hide what’s on my mind.

“No, I meant…”

“Well, naughty girl,” he continued, leaning back into his seat and letting me do the same. “I like the idea of you looking into the mirror as you slide that butt plug out of your ass. So I want you to do it.”

Doing my best acting, I tried not to smile and let out a big sigh. “Yes, Sir,” I said, glancing at him then down at my hands. I didn’t want him to know I was getting excited all over again. Mind you, one nipple was swollen, throbbing and poking through my top already.

“Hey. I’ll let you take the beach bag. You don’t have to walk back to the car with it in your hand,” he smiled.

I giggled and looked around. There was no one watching us.

“Might be fun!” I grinned. Then the tingles started in my pussy again.

“No. I want you to be discrete, little one. But I do want you to wash the plug in the basin. And don’t stop, even if someone comes in.”

I swallowed. “God,” I thought. “That could be embarrassing.”

My nipples tightened even more at the thought of having to continue cleaning my butt plug, even if someone caught me. Then I started to get real nervous. What if someone walked in while I was sliding it out of my ass?

“You’re bad,” I whispered, blushing scarlet.

“I’m just having fun. Aren’t you? No? Lucky that doesn’t actually matter, isn’t it!”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“Meanie.”

“Go on, I’ll fill up.”

I sighed for real this time.

“All right.”

I grabbed the beach bag and headed for the Ladies. illegal bahis I took deep breaths as I walked around the side of the building to the bathrooms.

I dreaded sliding out the plug. It always made me feel weird. Like, ‘shuddery’, as my asshole stretches open then the plug pops free. I’d have to support myself on the basin in case my knees buckled. It’s so intense I usually lie down afterwards.

Pushing open the heavy, hydraulic door, I entered the bathroom and put down the beach bag. I looked at myself in the mirror, then down at the basin in front of me. The door creaked as it slowly closed. In the mirror I noticed there were two cubicles behind me.

“Hellooo?” I inquired, making sure I was alone.

No one answered and I looked back at myself in the mirror. I ran water and made sure I was happy with the temperature. Soap was handy. I was ready. I bit my bottom lip as I looked into the mirror. I reached behind myself and grasped the hem of my skirt in my fingers.

God, I hope no one comes in.

I took a deep breath and slid my skirt up so it rested on top of my ass. Closing my eyes, I caressed my naked ass cheek with my open palm and moistened my top lip with my tongue. God, my mouth was so dry.

Mmmmm… I could do with another spanking.

Reaching back with my other hand, I slid two fingers around and under the edge of the plug. I set my feet apart and bent forward a little.

I hesitated and listened as hard as I could, in case someone was about to come in. I couldn’t hear a thing and resolved to go through with it. Spreading my feet a little further, I bent right over, leaning on my left elbow and making a fist with my fingers. My hair dangled down into the sink, making a wavy curtain around my face. I tightened my grip on the plug and took a deep breath, closing my mouth to muffle any sounds. Perspiration broke out on my top lip and forehead.

I‘d certainly be a sight if someone walked in right now.

I closed my eyes and started to pull. Jesus, it was like being turned inside out. My poor little asshole stretched and stretched and I held my breath. Then suddenly the plug slipped free.

“Ohhhhh…” I moaned, as the air whooshed out of me. I shuddered as I inhaled, my breath catching in my chest. Taking four or five heaving deep breaths, I started to calm down and deal with the burning pain in my butt. I looked up into the mirror.

I look like I’ve just been brutally fucked up the ass.

I giggled and in seconds I’d regained enough composure to drop the plug in the sink. Leaning back up again, I quickly started washing it. I was gasping for air.

Just then the door pushed open and a young girl stood in the doorway, watching me from not two feet away. She had gothic makeup on and wore a black shapeless tunic and skirt. She had black stockings on and what looked like black work boots on her feet. In her hands she held a bucket and mop. For a second she just looked at me until she realised what I was doing. I blushed fiercely.

“Ahh… some big guy just told me someone threw up in here,” she said.

“That was probably Johan, trying to embarrass me.”

“Aw, girl. Your boyfriend is evil.”

“He’s my husband.”

“Husband then. I can’t believe you’re so brazen. Is that a butt plug?”

“Yep, and I can’t stop until I’m done, so…”

“Is that what he told you?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you always do as you’re told?”

I glanced over at her. She was smiling cheekily, like she’d won the lottery. She had nice big teeth.

“Only if my husband tells me.”

She hesitated a little.

“That’s cool. Um, I’ve never seen a real butt plug before.”

I was done so I rinsed it off under the tap, then dried it off and held it up in front of her.

“Nothing special,” I winked.

“You’re amazing.”

I tossed the plug in the beach bag and washed my hands and dried them.

“I’m just me,” I said quietly.

She shook her head and backed out of the restroom, the door creaking again as it closed behind her.

Adrenaline hit me like a train. My heart pounded in my chest.

That was incredible.

It was absolutely unbelievable what I could do when I was just doing as I was told. No responsibility. Just do it. Like ‘Nike’! And God… such fun! The small town girl in me would never have done that. Never! I giggled and fixed my hair.

Hello? What are you doing? You’re in a goddamned convertible for goodness sakes!

I laughed out loud. I felt a bit light-headed. Leaning down, I grabbed the handle of the beach bag and took one more look in the mirror. God, I felt so… alive! I shook my head and smiled, then pushed open the door and headed out to the car.

I slipped into my seat and Johan grinned at me like a Cheshire cat.

“You!” I said, laughing and smiling.

“Having fun?”

“Oh yeah, sure,” I replied, rolling my eyes, giggling, and pinching his arm.

In minutes we were roaring up the highway. The sun was creeping casino siteleri lower and it was getting cooler. Thankfully Johan had put the top up on the Mustang.

I figured I must have been getting used to the Ben Wahs, because the constant clicking wasn’t revving me up so much. It was pleasant and relaxing. I laid my head back and hummed along to Johan’s favourite Doobie Brothers CD.

“Baby?”

I turned toward him.

“Mhmmm?”

“Suck my cock.”

I bit my lip and glanced down at Johan’s lap. A shiver ran through me. I hadn’t sucked a cock in a car since I was a teenager. And it definitely wasn’t moving!

“Show me your eyes. Take off your sunglasses.”

I perched them on my head then thought better of it and opened the glove box and tossed them in. Before I’d had a chance to close it, Johan had a request.

“Take out the dildo and give it to me.”

I retrieved the long, thick blue dildo and blushed as I placed it in his hand.

“Good girl,” he said, watching the road and holding up the dildo between us. He slowly moved the tip in a circle. I swallowed. I was feeling horny again. I wondered what he wanted. Did he want me to suck his cock? Or did he want to tease me some more. I found out straight away.

“This is what you fuck yourself with, isn’t it?” he asked with a wry smile.

“Yes,” I whispered, watching him drive.

“Kneel up and face me.”

I got up on my knees, turned towards him and looked around. People were starting to turn on their lights on the freeway. It must have been later than I thought. It was just beginning to get dark and I figured whatever I did, it would be pretty hard to see me.

“Slowly slide out the Ben Wahs. No hands.”

Oh, God. Previously, when I tried to do this, I almost made myself cum without touching. I swallowed. My mouth had gone dry. I licked my tongue around inside my mouth and swallowed again. I moved my knees a little apart and held on by wrapping one arm around the headrest of my seat.

“Pull up your skirt. Watch yourself.”

“Okay,” I breathed, feeling my face growing hotter.

Wrapping my fingers around the hem of my skirt, I watched as I lifted it up above my pubic bone. I licked my lips and glanced up at Johan. Lights from cars coming in the opposite direction lit his face. He was regularly glancing over at me. Alternately I tightened down on the balls and released again, concentrating on squeezing them out of my body. I felt the first errant droplet of my pussy juice as it tickled its way down the inside of my thigh. I trembled.

“Baby?” Johan asked.

“Y…Yes?”

“I want you to hold the dildo in your hand. Hold it up so everyone can see.”

I hugged the headrest tightly as I took the dildo into my hand. Still squeezing the balls, I imagined I could feel them slowly sliding down the hot wet channel of my cunt. My mouth fell open and my breathing became ragged as I glanced at Johan again and saw him unzip and drag his hard cock out through the opening in his pants. He started stroking it and it got even bigger. I could hardly tear my eyes from it. God, it was so nice and big. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted a mouthful of his hot cum to swallow.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone suck me off while I was driving. Suck my cock, baby.”

My skin tingled and my hard clit pulsed. I licked around the inside of my dry mouth again.

“Keep trying to squeeze out the Ben Wahs. If you succeed, cram that dildo up your cunt and fuck it hard. I’ll even let you cum.”

Suddenly determined to try extra hard to expel the balls, I moaned softly and moved under his arm and brought my mouth down around his pulsing cock. I locked my lips around it and swabbed it with my now wet tongue. I sucked hard and moaned from deep in my chest as his cock slid deeper and deeper into my mouth. I squeezed and squeezed those fucking balls as I slid my mouth back up to the head of his cock and then forced it back down again.

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Fuck your mouth with my cock.”

Taking a quick breath at the top of each lunge, I also squeezed down hard on the Ben Wahs. The combined effect of tightening my pussy and practically gagging on Johan’s iron hard cock was insane. Over and over I sucked and licked as my head bobbed up and down. At the bottom of the next plunge down his rigid throbbing flesh, I swallowed hard and the head pushed into my throat. I moaned and tightened down more, feeling his hand come down on the back of my head. I was squeezing and squeezing and was sure I could feel the Ben Wahs getting closer and closer to the entrance to my pussy. Just a little further and I could ram the dildo into my cunt!

Johan pressed down and my eyes rolled up into my head as I felt his cock swelling and throbbing. He was about to cum! I squeezed tightly on the balls in my pussy and sucked harder. As he spoke he gripped the hair at the back of my head and my lips slid up his cock till all I held in my mouth was the head of his cock. poker siteleri

“Oohh, b… baby, gonn.. gonna cummm… don’t sw… swallow… don’t… ahhhhhhhOOOOOHHHHH!!!”

I trembled and moaned loudly as Johan erupted in my mouth. Hot cum shot into my mouth over and over, coating my tongue and pooling behind my bottom teeth. Johan’s groans were music to my ears and I could feel my thighs trembling and my pussy twitching around the balls. By now my thighs were slick with my wetness and the car smelled of hot pussy. I tried one more time to dislodge the balls and I felt one drop out of me.

“Oohhhh,” I moaned, feeling it dangle and swing back and forth on the string of latex connecting the two balls. I was in two minds as I sucked softly, enjoying the cum-coated head of Johan’s cock in my mouth. It was delicious and so nasty to swirl it around with my tongue while keeping a nice tight seal. At the same time I almost whimpered when I realised I could hardly find the strength to keep squeezing and pushing at the remaining ball.

“Get it all baby, I’ll help you up. Remember, don’t swallow.”

Johan’s fingers tightened in my hair and slowly raised me as I sucked his cum into the back of my mouth, using my tongue and lips to clean him as I was raised back up to my knees by my hair. It hurts a bit when he does that, but it’s so primal. It just makes me so wet.

Just as I got to my knees and wrapped my arm around the back of the headrest again, we bumped up the driveway of a 7/11 and the other ball fell out of me and onto the seat. That was when I did whimper. I hadn’t realised we were off the highway and minutes from home.

“Awww,” said Johan, noticing. “Poor baby. Not quite quick enough, were you?”

I slowly shook my head and pouted a little. My body was trembling with need. Swirling his warm creamy load in my mouth distracted me though. I love having a mouthful of hot cum, having proof of the pleasure I’ve given. By now most of it was over and under my tongue, but I couldn’t help swallowing just a little when it again slid to the back of my mouth. It wasn’t very much that I lost, and I just dipped my head forward to let it gather on my tongue again.

“C’mon, let’s get an ice cream cone,” he said after parking.

I shook my head harder and opened my eyes wide. Tipping my head back a little so I could talk, I opened my mouth and realised I wasn’t going to be able to speak properly without losing some.

“Cag I wallow ig irst?”

“No. C’mon.”

I closed my mouth and sighed through my nose. Johan got out of the car and I opened my door and meekly followed. God, this was insane. I quickened my step to catch up to him and he chuckled as he took my hand in his. We walked through the automatic doors into the store, and straight over to the ice cream bar. The guy behind the counter walked over and asked what we’d like. Johan thankfully ordered for both of us as I was in a daze. I couldn’t exactly talk anyway. Not without spilling cum down my chin. We then moved over to the cash register to pay and Johan picked up four packets of a dozen condoms and said something that made me blush scarlet.

“Will four packets be enough, baby? There’s a lot of guys at that party.”

I almost swallowed so I could scream at him! I just shook my head in utter embarrassment and looked down at the floor. My face had never felt hotter. God knows what was going through the mind of the young guy behind the counter. He stuttered as he spoke.

“There’s a j… jumbo pack of a hundred on the n… next shelf down.”

“What a good idea,” said Johan, chuckling. “She’s going to be very busy tonight.”

I almost died of embarrassment. I was trembling and my hand was gripping Johan’s so hard, just to keep from falling to my knees. I glanced up at the cashier guy and he was about to put the huge packet of condoms into a paper bag.

“No bag,” said Johan. Then turning to me he added, “you’ll carry them, won’t you, baby?”

Mechanically I reached out and took hold of them as the guy slid them across the counter to me. Then he handed Johan his change. Johan was holding both ice creams in one of his hands and he turned to me.

“All set?”

I nodded quickly at him and looked back down at the floor. I just wanted to get out of there. My pussy was dripping wet and my nipples were throbbing. My face was incredibly hot. It must have been so red.

We turned to leave and the guy bade us farewell. “Happy fucking!”

All I could hear was the young guy giggling and Johan laughing as he and I escaped through the automatic doors and into the night air.

He let go of my hand and opened my door. I picked up the Ben Wahs and dropped them in the center console then climbed into the car. Thankful I wasn’t making a spectacle of myself anymore, I tossed the useless condom pack onto the floor and Johan passed me my ice cream before closing my door for me. He made his way around to his side and I watched him all the way. He hopped in apparently pleased with himself and I just sat there, with a mouthful of cum.

“Mmmmm… cum and chocolate ice cream, baby. Eat up!”

I almost giggled.

God, I think I’m going nuts.

I sucked ice cream into my mouth and shivered as I swallowed the mixture down. He was right. It was fucking yummy.

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I walked up to the house and knocked hard on the door. It was Valentine’s Day, and I had gone to my parent’s house to get dressed for my date on my way home from work. I was running late as it was and I hoped my parents were still there, because I’d forgotten the key to their house. I’d left my dress there so that I could surprise my boyfriend, Nick, with my new outfit.

After a few moments I went to knock again. Just before I could, the door swung open and my father appeared in the doorway. He was dressed in an undershirt and slacks, obviously in the middle of getting ready.

“Rachel?” he began, “what are you doing here?” he asked.

“Hey Daddy! I’m just on the way to my date with Nick but I left my dress here to change into.” I explained. “Didn’t Mom tell you?”

“I guess it slipped her mind. Come on in, princess.” He said, motioning me in.

I was already in my 20s, but my dad still had pet names for me. I had to admit I’d always been a daddy’s girl, and as a result we were very close. It was kind of embarrassing to be called “princess” all the time, but I loved my dad.

I walked in to the house, passing by my father. I suddenly felt like he was staring at my ass, but I brushed it off; he obviously wouldn’t do that.

“So, you’re not going to your date in that? You look really good already.” he said, pointing towards my current apparel. I was wearing a blouse and a tight, grey skirt, as I had just come back from work. I was an associate at a medium sized law firm, and as a result I was always dressed for the courtroom.

“Well, Nick and I are going to a hotel this evening, actually, so I thought I’d spice things up and wear a really nice dress.” I set my keys on the counter, noticing I had accidentally brought in the room key to our hotel suite. I set that down, too. “What are you and Mom doing?

“We’re actually going to a hotel tonight, too! We got a great deal for a one night suite, so we thought we’d take that. She’s upstairs getting ready right now.” My dad resumed getting ready, tying his shoes.

“Oh, I see. I hope you guys have fun! Anyway, Daddy, I’m in kind of a hurry so I’m going to go get dressed. I’ll be in my room.” I didn’t want to be late for my date.

“Okay, sweetie. Your mother will still be getting ready for a while, but I have to stop at my office for something, so I’ll be leaving in a bit. If you leave last make sure you lock up the house.”

“Alright, Daddy!” I said, walking towards my room.

I entered my room, picking up the outfit that I’d left on the bed a day earlier. My room was still exactly the same as it was when I lived with my parents during high school. They’d never had any desire to use it for something else, I guess. I held up my dress to my chest and turned towards the mirror on the wall, one I’d used for years all throughout my childhood. It was a thin black dress that was tight at the top and flowed loosely near the skirt. As an extra surprise for my boyfriend I’d gotten some lingerie, a lacy garter belt and bra, completely with the stockings and everything.

Realizing I would be late for my dinner I began to undress so I could get ready for the date. I unbuttoned my blouse and stripped off my skirt. I removed my bra and panties so I could put on the special lingerie. Before doing so, I decided to admire myself in the mirror.

At 25, I honestly felt like I looked great. I was very petite, only about 5’3, and I was just over 110 pounds. I exercised daily to make sure I kept in shape and took as best care of my body as I could. I had a thin waist and wide, shapely hips. I ran my hands over my hips and then turned to the side to admire my ass. It was perfectly round from yoga and squats, and I often found people staring at it when they thought I wasn’t paying attention. I had perky, C-cup breasts which fit my frame perfectly. I lightly rubbed my breasts, enjoying my body. My boyfriend and I hadn’t had sex in almost a week, and I was getting a little frustrated. I couldn’t wait for later tonight!

I snapped out of my trance and began to dress for the evening. I put on the lingerie and did a turn in the mirror, studying how it looked on my body. It made me feel incredibly sexy, and just a tad naughty for wearing it under my dress. I was definitely excited for my date. I zipped up my dress and went to the bathroom to touch up some of my makeup.

It took about 40 minutes to get everything finished, and soon I was almost ready to leave. As I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, I heard the front door open and slam closed. I figured it must have been my mom leaving, as my father had left almost half an hour ago. I thought nothing of it and collected my things, heading to the front door. I picked my keys up off the counter and realized my hotel key was gone.

“Where could it have gone?” I said to myself, looking around in the kitchen. I was seriously going to be late, so I started to get a little frantic. I walked into the living room and found it sitting on the coffee table. “Strange,” I thought canlı bahis to myself, “I swear I left it on the counter. Someone must have moved it.” I put it out of my mind as I checked if I had everything I needed and stepped out the door, making sure to lock it.

I got in my car and started to drive to the hotel. It was one of the really big, fancy ones in the downtown area and I was actually really excited to see what it was like. Nick and I were going to have dinner and then spend the night in the suite, just the two of us. I pulled into the valet, leaving the car with him, and walked into the lobby.

I looked around for a minute, trying to find my boyfriend, when I heard my cell phone ring. I took it out of my purse, seeing that Nick was calling me.

“Hello?” I answered as I pressed the button.

“Hey Rachel,” he began, “I have some bad news.”

I immediately stiffened. What now? It was Valentine’s Day! “What happened, Nick?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t anything important.

“Well, I got in a little wreck. I’m completely fine, but I’m gonna be late.” He explained.

“Oh no! What happened? Are you sure you’re okay?” I was disappointed that he’d be late but at least he was okay.

“Some guy rear ended me. I’m afraid it might take a while.”

“How long?” I asked.

“I’ll probably be like an hour late. I’m really sorry, babe. I wish this hadn’t happened.”

“It’s fine, Nick. I’m just glad you’re okay.” I told him. Inside, however, I was pretty let down.

“Well anyway, I don’t think I’ll make it to the dining hall in time. You should just go up to our room and order some room service if you want it. You can get the champagne ready for us, at least!” he said, trying to make light of the situation.

“Okay. But how do I know which room we’re in? I was waiting for you to show me.”

“Oh, it’s on the back of the key. It should have the floor and room number. You’ll be able to find it.”

I turned the key around in my hand, seeing the room number. “Oh, alright. I found it. I’m gonna head up there now. I need a drink.” I said, trailing off.

“Okay, babe. Sorry again. I’ll see you in an hour or so. Bye.”

“Bye.” I said, ending the call.

I knew it wasn’t his fault, but I was pretty mad that our evening was going to be cut short. “Today of all days, huh?” I thought to myself as I headed towards the elevator.

I found the suite and ordered some champagne before even taking the time to admire the room. I waited a few minutes before someone brought it up, already chilled. I set it on the table beside the bed and opened it, looking around at the room for the first time. It really was beautiful. It was pretty big and decorated very nicely. I poured myself a glass of the champagne and started drinking.

I waited for about half an hour, drinking probably more than I should have. I’d finished about two thirds of the bottle of champagne before I started to get impatient, and a little drunk. I had never been able to hold my liquor very well. Another problem was that whenever I started to get drunk I got horny. That combined with my week without any sexual relief was getting me really bothered.

Suddenly I got the idea that I’d just skip everything else and go straight to the sex as soon as my boyfriend got here. I was tired enough of waiting, and I didn’t want to waste any time once he did arrive.

I started taking off my dress, cursing the fact that my boyfriend wouldn’t even see it on me. “At least I have the lingerie,” I thought to myself. I stripped down to my underwear and looked at myself in the mirror. I certainly hoped he would like it. I felt naughty waiting for him in the room with nothing but my bra and panties on. I turned off the lights and got on the large bed, waiting for my boyfriend to arrive. I still sipped on some of the champagne and I was pretty noticeably drunk now.

Just as I began to get tired of waiting, I picked up my phone to see if there was any update. Just as I did, I heard the door open. He was finally here! “Hey baby.” I said, setting my glass and phone down on the desk. He turned around and walked towards me.

“Hey you.” He said, sitting down next to me. It was very dark, and we couldn’t really see each other’s faces, just the outline of our clothes and bodies.

I immediately pressed my lips to his, kissing him softly. “You’re here early; I couldn’t wait to see you.” I whispered.

“Me either.” He said, pushing me down on the bed and returning a kiss. His arm crept up and began to massage my breast, making me wet with his touch. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but he sounded kind of different. I pushed the thought out of my mind as his tongue swirled in my mouth.

He broke the kiss and looked at me. He could faintly see the outline of my clothes, and noted what I was wearing. “Is that a garter belt, baby? Naughty. Did you get that just for me?” he asked. I could barely make out his smile.

“Yeah,” I said, blushing. “Do you like it?”

He roamed his kaçak iddaa hands over my lower body, feeling up my legs and squeezing my ass. It felt amazing being handled by his strong hands. He seemed rougher than usual.

“Fuck yeah, baby. You’re so fucking sexy.” He once against pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me passionately. He groped my breasts while I felt for his cock. I met his cock through his pants, feeling that he was already very hard.

“Have you been thinking of me, baby?” I said, giving his manhood a light squeeze.

“All week.” He reached around my back, unclasping my bra in the dark. I slipped it off, letting my breasts fall to my chest. As our eyes adjusted more to the dark, we were able to see more of our bodies. He began to undress as his eyes roamed what he could see of my body.

He kissed me again as his hands squeezed my firm, naked breasts, causing me to yelp out in pleasure. “Oh!” I screamed.

“Fuck, I forgot how great your tits were. They seem even perkier than normal” he said, massaging them some more.

He moved his mouth over my sensitive nipple, and I could feel his hot breath on my body. Suddenly, he took my areola into his mouth, flicking my hard nipple with his tongue. He roughly squeezed my ass with his hands, and I arched my back as he continued to suck on my breasts.

“Oh fuck, baby!” I screamed. “Yes! Suck my tits! Don’t stop!” I was finally relieving my frustration, and I was getting desperate.

I felt his hand move from my ass and lightly graze my wet slit. My panties were already soaking wet by this point, and I was getting more aroused by the second. His fingers traced the outline of my pussy, driving me insane. He placed his hand on the inside of my panties, lowering his fingers down towards my wet, shaved pussy.

I moaned loudly as his finger touched my bare pussy, his mouth still working on my left breast. He slowly pushed one finger inside of my tight pussy as he removed his mouth from my nipple. “Damn baby, you’re so wet tonight.” He whispered in my ear as he began to kiss down my neck. Shivers went down my spine as his finger teased my wet pussy and his mouth roamed my body.

Suddenly, I felt him unclasp my garter belt and start to pull down my panties. I lifted my hips, giving him better access, and he all but ripped them completely off. He lowered his mouth towards my pussy, kissing my stomach and body all along the way. My boyfriend had never made love to me quite like this before!

I gasped audibly as I felt his hot breath against my naked pussy. “Fuck, baby!” I screamed as I felt his wet tongue tease my puffy pussy lips. He gently rocked my clit with his tongue as he once again inserted a finger inside my tight, sopping pussy.

He began to eagerly lick my pussy, darting his tongue in and out of my tight, young hole. “Oh God!” I yelled in between breaths as his finger moved in and out of my wetness. He expertly ate my tight pussy as his mouth continued to worship my body.

“Fuck, baby! Lick my pussy!” I yelled, feeling like puddy in his hands. My boyfriend had never been an exceptional at eating me out, but I guess this time he’d surprised me.

He picked up the pace, darting his tongue in and out faster and faster as my juices flowed out. I’d never been so aroused in my life, and he continued to lick my wet pussy lips and grope my tits with his rough hands.

As he continued, I finally began to reach the edge. I began to climax as I shattered on his expert tongue, cumming harder than I could ever remember. “Oh fuck!” I yelled as loud as I possibly could. I couldn’t control myself, even if other people could hear. My juices soaked the bed as my orgasm coursed over me, his tongue still licking my sensitive pussy.

Finally, my orgasm began to die down, and I pushed his head away from my overly-stimulated pussy. He got up and laid down on the bed next to me. I rolled over onto his chest, my hard nipples pushing into his naked chest. He kissed me on the mouth and I could taste my juices still on my lips.

“Holy fuck. That was amazing!” I said, still gasping for air.

He rolled on top of me, apparently ready for round two. “You ready, babe? I can hardly wait any longer.”

I tried to collect my breath, but gave in to his desire. “Yeah, hang on, baby.”

I felt around in the dark, my small hand touching his manhood. I gasped slightly as I felt his cock. It was the hardest I’d ever felt it. I was still drunk, but I was pretty sure it felt bigger than before. It seemed humungous in my hand. I could barely wrap my hands around it.

I shook it off, remembering that my boyfriend was pretty well endowed in the first place. “I’m just drunk,” I thought to myself.

He climbed farther over me, pressing his lips to mine, teasing my tongue with his. I lightly pumped his cock in my hand, making sure it was completely hard, and started guiding it towards my pussy. I took a deep breath as his cockhead rubbed against my wet slit.

“Alright, baby. Fuck me!” I kaçak bahis whispered, breaking the kiss.

Slowly, I felt his cock press hard into my pussy. In one movement his cockhead popped into my tight cunt, stretching my entrance. I gasped as his considerable size stretched my tight walls.

“Holy fuck you’re so big!” I screamed. My boyfriend was definitely not this big before. I tried to think of any reason why he would feel bigger, like maybe he had taken something, but I was interrupted by his enormous cock sliding farther into my pussy.

His massive erection stretched my tight cunt, filling me up more than I ever had been before. It was almost so big that it was painful. “Fuck, you’re splitting me in half, baby! Why are you so big?”

“I don’t know what you mean, baby. I’m the same as always. But holy shit your pussy is so fucking tight.” As he said that he took my breast into his hand, roughly caressing it and pinching my nipple. He continued to slide his cock all the way into my pussy until he finally bottomed out to my hilt.

I cried out in pain as his cockhead hit my cervix. “Ouch, fuck!” I screamed. It certainly hurt, but slowly it began to fade away into pleasure. He withdrew his cock about half way before pushing into me again. He started to slide his enormous cock in and out of my pussy, picking up a rhythm. I began to match his movements with my hips, fucking him back and squeezing his huge rod with my tight pussy walls.

He continued to pound my tight hole with his manhood as I finally got used to the size of his large shaft. He fucked me like I’d never been fucked before, pistoning his cock in and out of me furiously. He groped my body and passionately pressed his lips to mine as I bucked against him.

“Oh fuck, your body is so fucking hot, baby! I love you!” he moaned as he pumped his cock inside me.

I was stunned that he’d chosen now of all times to tell me he loved me for the first time, but I was too busy being driven wild by lust to care. “I love you too! Keep fucking me, baby! Fuck me hard on your enormous cock!” I moaned.

Suddenly, I felt him start to tense up, and I knew he was getting close to the edge. I wrapped my legs around his waist allowing him to penetrate me even further. He bounced me up and down on his cock, using me like a toy.

“Oh God! I’m about to cum!” he groaned in between breaths.

“Okay, baby! Cum for me! Cum deep inside my pussy!”

He stiffened a bit before pushing inside me one last time, again hitting my cervix. This time it hurt way less; it was almost pleasurable.

“Fuck!” he yelled, unleashing his giant load inside my pussy. I could feel ropes and ropes of his cum shoot out, deep in my fertile womb. His hot seed entirely coated the walls of my pussy, filling me to the brim. Out of all the times we’d had sex before, I’d never felt this much cum.

He continued to shoot his load inside me, filling me with what felt like buckets of cum. I felt him taper off as his orgasm subsided. His last shot of cum splashed my insides before he stopped, almost collapsing over me.

“Fuck that was amazing, baby. Have you been working out?” he asked as he began to withdraw his enormous cock from my tight hole. He pulled out with a “pop” leaving me feeling empty, save for the massive amount of his cum that was oozing out of my wetness. My pussy felt completely filled with his cum.

I rested for a moment before I felt a hand on my leg, rubbing the inside of my thigh. I still had the stockings from my garter belt on, and apparently he really liked them. I tried to ask what he was doing before he suddenly moved, interrupting me.

He got off the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach, his hands hold my hips from behind.

“What are you doing?” I asked, thinking he couldn’t possibly be hard again. He usually never was.

He squeezed my ass from behind and ran his re-hardening cock across my wet slit.

“I’m gonna fuck your tight, perfect ass” he said, running his hands over my round cheeks.

He pressed his cockhead into my asshole as I realized he actually wanted to fuck me in the ass. My boyfriend had asked to do it a few times, but I’d always declined. This time I was a little drunk and still weak from my orgasm. I reasoned that since it was Valentine’s Day I’d let him, though it didn’t seem like he was asking. I’d never done anal before, and I momentarily wondered what it would feel like.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, I felt him push the tip of his cock inside my asshole, lubed up by our cum. I resolved that it would be fine, and focused on taking his massive girth.

“Okay, baby!” I said, giving him permission after I’d momentarily adjusted to his size. “Fuck me in the ass with your thick cock!”

With that, he began to slide his cock deep inside my ass. His enormous manhood stretched me as he completely filled my ass with his cock. It was painful at first, but as he bottomed out inside me and I adjusted, the pain faded away.

He took a few moments before grabbing my tight ass with both his hands and pulling part-ways out. In one motion he pushed back into me, this time much more easily now that my asshole was lubed with his cum. He began to pick up a pace, fucking me hard in the ass as I began to enjoy it.

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