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A couple of years before we decide to get married, Beth and I took a vacation in Jamaica. It was a glorious change in weather from home. We left home on the fifteenth of February where it was minus fifteen degrees Celsius and there was already just shy of three feet of snow accumulated in the yard. The snow banks on the side of the roads was higher still. With a forecast of more snow we went to bed the night before our departure with feelings of trepidation, that the morning might bring the bad news that flights were canceled.

We awoke to clear skies and sunshine and caught a shuttle from the motel, where we could leave our car at no additional cost, to the airport, only fifteen minutes away. Things went quickly at the airport and we were soon on our way to sand and sunshine. We left early and with the time difference, arrived before two in the afternoon to sunshine and a temperature in the mid eightys.

Before we had even left the airport, a local entrepreneur was trying desperately to sell us a cone about six inches long sealed at the top by folding the thin cardboard over on itself. Inside was an unknown quantity of Marijuana or as he called it, “Ganga”. We weren’t interested and realizing he wasn’t making a sale, he walked off to find someone else. There was a big shuttle bus with the hotel name on the side and along with twenty or more people, we loaded luggage and found seats. A half hour later, after driving through lush countryside, we hit the populated area where the hotels were located.

Having collected our luggage, we entered the two story hotel and waited our turn to check in. There were several staff members behind the front desk to look after new arrivals but only one of them held my attention. There was a tall woman, possibly in her early thirties wearing a colorful dress that was struggling to contain her large breasts. The material of the dress covered a fair amount of her breasts and tied behind her neck leaving a lot of cleavage exposed showing a deep valley between them and a little of both inside curves when she leaned down. 😍😍 Her hair was short and curly and there were several laugh lines on both sides of her eyes. Her skin was the color of milk chocolate and she had a very pleasing laugh during her conversation with the couple she was dealing with.

It was finally our turn and once checked in, we learned that the hotel didn’t have a restaurant but the one on the beach did and also featured an all you can eat buffet every night. Our room was on the second floor overlooking the pool. The patio door opened onto a decent sized balcony with a couple of chairs. On the balcony, we could see that the hotel was a “U” shape with the pool in the middle and a walk way fifty yards or so from the back edge of the pool with a railing. We took care of unpacking quickly leaving us with plenty of time to check out one of the queen size beds in the room. We had to change into cooler clothing but once naked, well, you never want to waste an erection.

Beth pulled the covers down and crawled to the middle and lay on her back before spreading her legs. The view as always for me was breathtaking and one I enjoyed every time I got to see it. Beth is a natural blonde so fair skinned and even with a tan, not very dark. She has shoulder length curly blonde hair parted in the middle and it frames a pretty face with a small nose, full lips and startling blue eyes. Without shoes she is 5′ 4″ but depending on heel height has on rare occasions been 5’8″ tall. On the rare occasions she has worn heels, the calf muscles are more pronounced and makes you want to caress them. Her waist narrows and then flairs to wider hips. The cheeks of her ass are firm and well defined. This for me is a hand magnet and I frequently caress or simply grab one cheek or the other simply because I can.

Looking at my girlfriend lying on the bed, my eyes drifted from her face to her breasts with nice erect nipples to her flat belly and the blonde hairy bush covering her offered pussy. Getting into bed with her, I dove face first between her legs. The next fifteen minutes or so was spent licking, sucking and nibbling until I heard her screaming in pleasure and my face was suddenly wet from her orgasm. With the first one out of the way, now was the time to slide up and in. My stiff cock met no resistance as I slid into Beth and she moaned with delight. A slow steady pumping and some attention to her tits and nipples did the trick and a squeal of delight signaled her next orgasm. “Ooohhh fuck that was good! You need to fuck me harder and faster Doug.

Without removing my cock from her tropical hot pussy, I learned back on my heels so I could rearrange her legs. Once I had them spread further apart and her knees up I learned forward placing my hands on the bed near her armpits. Now in the right position I started pumping my cock into a very receptive wet cunt. Apparently I wasn’t pumping fast enough became Beth said “Come on Doug you can fuck me harder than this! Make me scream! Fuck me faster!”

My hips rose and fell rapidly and soon with genitals hitting genitals, a slapping sound and heavy breathing was all kırşehir escort that could be heard in the room. The exertion caused sweat to form on my forehead as I continued to fuck her. The tightness of her hairy pussy gripping my cock was getting to me so I warned her that I was ready to erupt. “Come on honey, make your juicy cunt cum all over my cock! I know you love to be fucked so cum for me!”

This seemed to do the trick and what started as “OMG, OMG, turned into a Ooohhh fuck that’s it, yes, fuck me harder I’m gonna cum!”

Beth’s orgasm was loud and her ass bouncing on the bed triggered my orgasm. I emptied my balls deep inside her pussy. While lying in bed beside her, I realized that the little bit of dirty talk may have had something to do with Beth’s orgasm. Definitely something to file away. A little while later and a short walk, got us to the dining room of the other hotel. All you can eat buffets provided what we needed to go with pleasant conversation. We wrapped up super with coffee and dessert before taking in a floor show and were back in our room before ten. The long day had finally caught up with us so, into bed and asleep quickly.

The next morning while walking through the lobby heading for somewhere to eat, we saw a sign announcing that there was going to be a wet T-shirt contest pool side at two this afternoon. Beth told me that we needed to be back so she could enter the contest. Just as we went out the gateway before the road, there was a small building that had been hastily erected so a mother and daughter could cook and provide food for the laborers who were currently renovating a hotel on the other side of the road. The special of the day was conch and dirty rice. We got one serving and two cold sodas to eat on the way to the beach.

Brunch finished, we walked along the beach looking for just the right spot. When Beth saw a washed out area that provided some privacy on both sides, she announced that it was the spot to spread our towels. We lay on our towels soaking up the warm sunshine but after ten minutes, Beth became restless and started rubbing between her legs. She sat up to unfasten her bikini top and dropped it beside her. Lying back, her hand went back to rubbing which worked the material of her bikini into her pussy. There wasn’t much material to start with and now at least half of it was inside. The thick blonde bush was getting wetter as was the crotch of her bikini.

Watching her caused me to stiffen and the head of my cock was quickly sticking out the top of my bathing suit. Beth stopped rubbing and pushed her bikini out of the way so she could use her fingers to fuck her pussy. It didn’t take her long to cum all over her fingers and when the orgasm subsided, she informed me that she needed my cock inside her. When she sat up, it was to pull the bikini bottom off and before she straddled me, she pulled my swim suit down. She grabbed my cock to guide it in as she straddled me and immediately dropped down taking my entire length.

With my cock inside, she started riding like there was no tomorrow. I could see her lovely 34b tits bouncing up and down as she rode me. Her nipples were rock hard and I used my index and middle fingers to pinch and pull them. I learned quite early in our relationship that nipple play makes her really horny and heightens her orgasm. I caught some movement on the beach and moved my head. ” Ah Beth, there’s a couple on the beach watching us.”

I never in a hundred years imagined she would say ” Do you think they would come closer to get a better view? Would it be OK with you if they do?”

My cock had a mind of it’s own and I hesitantly said ” I guess” which caused her to half turn, continue to ride and motion to the couple to come closer. They didn’t hesitate to walk towards us and stopped where they both had a clear view. They were an older couple, maybe mid forties kind of ordinary, the type of couple who might live next door. Beth said” Hi, I’m glad you came over to watch, it makes me really excited to be watched. Oh, by the way, I’m Beth and this is my boyfriend Doug. We’re here for a week of fun in the sun and this is some of the FUN.”

The couple watching intently as Beth rose and fell on my cock said they were Marie and Don and were also here for a week and this was definitely the most FUN so far. Marie was getting worked up watching Beth and hesitantly put her hand over her pubic mound and started moving her hand up and down and seemed to be really pushing her middle finger into the groove between her lips. It didn’t take long before the material was wet. Seeing this, Beth said, “Doesn’t that feel good? You should move the bathing suit out of the way so you can really rub your pussy. “

Marie didn’t hesitate to pull her bathing suit to the side and exposed her big thick dark brown haired pussy. Prominent lips were on display as soon as her index and middle fingers started rubbing between them. From the look on Don’s face, he couldn’t decide if he was going to watch his wife masturbate or Beth ride my cock. He was rubbing the front of his suit when Marie push his malatya escort hand out of the way. She freed his erection and grabbing it with her left hand, started jerkig him off. Don, bless him reached over and pulled one nice sized tit out of each side of the one piece bathing suit.

What a fantastic sight, my naked girlfriend riding my cock, tits bouncing, a complete stranger with great tits exposed and rubbing her hairy pussy while she jerk her husband’s stiff cock. Don must have really been enjoying his wife’s hand action because he suddenly started jetting ropes of cum which because of where he was kneeling went all over my chest and stomach. Marie was a close second and screamed with pleasure with the intensity of her orgasm. It might have been the second or third wave of her orgasm that caused her to squirt. With each wave, she squirted and now I was getting wet.

The squirting from Marie’s pussy and ropes of cum out of Don’s cock did the trick and Beth let out her own scream of pleasure announcing her own orgasm. She moaned and screamed as she ground her pussy into my pubic bone and rubbed back and forth. Her actions as well as the sweet nectar flowing from her pussy triggered my orgasm. The intensity was unbelievable and I think there was enough force to it that Beth must have felt it. It was one of the strongest orgasms I have ever had and this clearly was caused by the company and their actions.

Marie and Don were surprised by the squirting because in their years together, it had never happened. I was a wet sticky mess so when Beth got off my pelvis, she bent over and took my soft cock into her warm mouth and sucked and licked to clean our juices off. This caused my cock to swell and by the time it was clean it was erect. Marie was impressed and looking at Beth said, ” Would it be OK for me to jerk your boyfriend off?”

“He does like that, you jerk his cock and I’ll suck on the knob. Will you be cleaning the cum off his chest first?”

Marie’s answer was, “It’s Don’s mess, he can clean it up. “

Marie grabbed ahold of my cock and started pumping. After a few pumps, Beth’s mouth covered the end of my cock and she started sucking enthusiastically. She was going down as Marie’s hand went down and back up to march the stroke. The feeling was incredible and I jumped a bit when Don’s tongue touched my belly where some of his cum had landed. OK, this was getting weird but, the warm tongue licking up my belly caused a tingle. Weird, but felt good?? Both ladies were rubbing there pussy while they tended to my cock. Looking up I could see the movement of Marie’s tits as she pumped my cock. “It would be nice to taste Doug’s cum when he shoots sighed Marie.”

Beth took her mouth off to say “I don’t have a problem with that. Doug can tell us when he’s going to cum and you can wrap your lips around the head so you can get it all.”

It didn’t take much longer before I was warning them that I was ready to cum. Beth’s lips left my cock and Marie’s lips took their place. Several more strokes did the trick and I was shooting stream after stream of warm salty cum deep into Marie’s mouth and she gobbled it down as quickly as she could. Beth let her orgasm be known by again screaming in pleasure. Marie moaned around my cock as she orgasmed as well and again squirted. While getting there bodies back into their suits, Marie and Don thanked us for a memorable experience saying that they would remember it for a long time to come.

They were walking away when Beth started walking towards the water still naked. She didn’t seem to be concerned that someone might see her but then again, she just fucked me in front of strangers. I hurried to catch up and then it became a race to get to the water first. I let her win because I love her just that much. In the water, we cleaned up as best we could and raced back to get our towels to dry off. Once dry and back in bathing suits, we headed back to the hotel so Beth could participate in the wet T-shirt contest.

We arrived with twenty minutes to spare and Beth went through the process to enter. She was given a hotel T-shirt and pulled it on over her bikini top. While she waited, she did that woman thing where they reach under their top and remove their bra or in this case, bikini top. Once removed, it went into her beach bag with the towels and sunscreen. Beth took some time to look at the other women with hotel T-shirts to see where the competition might be. While she did that, I was staring at her nipples. There hadn’t been a drop of water anywhere near her but two hard peaks were stretching the material and trying hard to escape.

Her observation of the competition left her feeling pretty confident about winning. In her words, one was skinny, one had big tits but had to be at least forty pounds over weight while the others were kind of ordinary and a bit lumpy in the wrong places. There was a call for the contestants to come over by the side of the pool and the crowd of husband’s, boyfriends and wives not participating parted to let them through. Four random guys including me were picked to judge. The niğde escort women lined up and one by one had a bucket of water poured over their chests from behind. Apparently it was cold water because now everyone’s nipples were erect.

Now wet, the contestants were encouraged to walk around and flaunt their stuff. Most of the women just walked through the crowd and pass the judge table but Beth was in it to win it and as she walked in front of the table, she lifted her T-shirt and shook her bare tits at us. There were a lot of hoots of appreciation from guys in the crowd who also got a look and it seemed to me that she had just clinched first place. The heavy middle aged woman seemed to want to win as well because as she walked pass the table, she pulled up her T-shirt and bra. Her ponderous tits dropped free and when she shook them side to side, it was quite a sight. There were even more hoots from the crowd. The vote was close but it seems that sometimes size does matter and in this case, big tits got three votes to Beth’s two.

I learned something else about Beth after the decision. As we walked away, Beth started to rant a bit. “I can’t believe that the big tit woman won! Did you see the big roll of fat hanging over her shorts? How the hell could those guys vote for her? I’m pretty sure that these firm tits and great nipples are a lot better than those big milk tits are”

I told her that I thought she had better tits and if it made her feel any better, big tits husband voted for her along with me. That got a laugh from her and we spent the next half hour or so waking around so the T-shirt could dry. I have to say, there were a lot of guys and even a few women who stared at her nipples which could be seen clearly until the material dried.

We went to the buffet at the other for supper where they made money on the food Beth ate but lost money on me. The buffet consisted of steak, lobster tails, roast beef, pulled pork and corn on the cob. The cobs of corn were cut in two. Beth got her plate and had the server put two lobster tails, pulled pork, roast beef and two pieces of corn on it. I had that as well as a steak. We ate at a leisurely pace and when finished, Beth didn’t want anymore but I went back for seconds getting another helping the same as the first. When I finished eating, I went back for thirds and the server shook his head as he filled my plate again. With the plate empty again, it was time for dessert. We ordered coffee and then there was a choice to make, with six choices, it was tough for Beth but I just had one of each.

With supper out of the way, we left the dining area and went to the large room that was used for the nightly performances. The show was great and we leisurely strolled back to our hotel. We chatted about the day and the trip to Dunns River Falls we were going on in the morning. Beth had a new bikini that she had packed and was going to give me a preview when we got back to our room.

Back at the room, Beth riffled through her suit case and pulled out a bikini that was just about the same color as her hair which was good because after stripping out of her clothes, pulled the bottom up and it really didn’t hide her hairy bush very well. I guess the saving grace was the near color match but about a half inch of hair was exposed above the top of her bikini bottom and she was going to have to do a little bit of landscaping on the sides. She fastened the top and it fit perfectly. It drew attention to her firm 34b tits and just a hint of areolas could be seen if you looked closely.

Reluctantly we trimmed some hair on the sides but left the strip of hair above with a pair of travel scissors before going to bed. Waking early, Beth walked around the room naked and went out on the balcony to see what the weather was like. There were some appreciative whistles from somewhere below and Beth came back inside with a big smile on her face. “It’s another day in paradise!” She said.

We got ready, Beth putting her bikini on under shorts and a loose pink T. We caught the bus with the rest of the tourists and were on our way to the falls. Once we arrived and got off the bus, Beth removed her shorts and T which went into the beach bag. I took my time rubbing sun screen on her nearly naked body, enjoying every minute of having my hands on her lovely body. We had a great time at the falls as did everybody else. Returning to the hotel, when Beth removed the skimpy bikini the contrast of colors was startling. Her previously covered areas were white while the exposed skin was bright red. She donned loose shorts and a pink T so we could go for supper.

We had a quick supper and went looking for a store to buy some moisturizing lotion to possibly lessen the effect of the sun burn. We found what we needed and headed back to our room where I was going to apply it to all burned areas. ( Am I a lucky guy or what??) Beth stripped and laid on her back on the bed so I could apply the lotion. Squeezing a handful, I started at the front of her shoulders and worked my way to her toes. The lotion was cold but I don’t think that was why her nipples stiffened and they were soon just as erect as I was. As I worked the lotion into the skin above her tits, I took the time to pinch each nipple which caused her to moan a bit. I worked down and while rubbing lotion on her stomach she spread her legs just a bit and yes, the hairy bush was starting to get wet in the middle.

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My name is Mike, and I don’t know why I like to see my girlfriend show off her hot body but I do. I stopped questioning it a while ago and decided to simply enjoy it. We both get extremely turned on by it and it has served to fuel a decent sex life between us. It’s something that keeps the spark going by giving us that little thrill when life gets too routine. Sometimes we get a good laugh from seeing the reaction from men who are lucky enough to witness some of her exhibitions but it always leads to a great night of wild sex.

I first met Vicki when we were in college. We didn’t know each other extremely well but we traveled in the same social circles. She was on the cheerleading squad and was dating a guy, my roommate, Adam, knew who was on the football team. I developed a crush on her from the first time I laid eyes on her at a large party. My roommate got invited and brought me along with him. As soon as I walked into the off-campus house of several football players, I scanned the room for girls that I could potentially talk to and my eyes were drawn to Vicki.

Vicki is tall with dark hair, a slender figure, big blue eyes, with a Hollywood smile that will light up a room. I’m a leg man and I immediately became attracted to her because she has the longest legs I’d ever seen and was wearing a very short jean skirt. She had on a form-fitting knit shirt with a scoop neck that buttoned down the front with a couple of them undone to reveal a hint of cleavage. Vicki was talking to another girl and they were laughing and smiling. As I started to make my way over towards her, I stopped immediately in my tracks when I saw a large guy, about 6’5″ and 250 lbs., come over to her, put his arms around her, and kiss her.

My immediate reaction was, “Fuck, she’s got a boyfriend, and a big one at that.”

Her boyfriend was a linebacker on the football team. Just my luck to develop a crush on a girl whose boyfriend could crush me like an empty beer can. I was six feet tall and was about 175 lbs. at that time so I wasn’t small but I wasn’t that big or tough either. I got even more envious of him when I saw him grabbing her ass. I figured she must be fucking him too. I could only dream that one day I’d get the opportunity to fondle her ass and make wild, passionate love to her. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to be the day.

During that party, I took every opportunity to catch a glimpse of Vicki. I was infatuated with her. When she sat down in one of the chairs, more of her legs were exposed and I found it difficult to take my eyes off her. I caught a couple of views of her pink panties when she crossed those spectacular legs of hers. I took a mental picture of the muscle definition in her slender thighs. Her calves had just the right amount of muscle to them too. I would later find out that Vicki was a runner and worked out at the gym to keep a nice figure and be in condition for her cheerleading.

From that day forward, I tried to never miss a football or basketball game, all under the guise of maintaining school spirit, but in reality, I was going to the games to see Vicki in her cheerleading outfit too. Seeing her shake her trim body in her short pleated skirt or booty shorts and crop top was the highlight of my day. Not only did she look great in her uniform, Vicki is flexible too. She was able to do splits, back flips, and would raise one leg straight over her head. Oh, what I wouldn’t give for one date with Vicki. During my freshman year, I loved Vicki from afar. We socialized in a group occasionally and got to know each other casually but I never got a chance to ask her out on a date. She dated the guy on the football team for the entire year and I had to live with an unrequited attraction to her. I dated several girls but I still wanted Vicki. Maybe it was because I knew I couldn’t have her that made her more attractive to me but I still wanted her.

Things got a little crazier in our sophomore year when I started dating a friend of Vicki’s. They weren’t close friends but it still brought us into Vicki’s social circle so I got to know her a little better. By that time, Vicki was now dating someone on the basketball team and I figured I missed an opportunity to ask her out in between her relationships. As I got to know her better, I wish I could say that she was a bitch but she was far from it. Vicki is as good a person inside as she looks outside. She is intelligent, charming, and always wants to help others. Maybe that’s why she is a social work major. Getting to know her better only intensified my crush on her.

The more I got to know Vicki, the more I realized that she liked displaying her gorgeous body. Don’t get me wrong, she never dressed to overtly exhibit herself but she liked to wear short skirts, tight shorts, and low-cut or crop tops. She had killer legs so I was always checking them out and I got the occasional upskirt. She had perky breasts and I was able to get a downblouse view now and then. Her blue eyes and broad smile were just as attractive as her other attributes. She was the total package.

Vicki and I dated various people throughout our college years but we never mersin escort seemed to be single at the same time but we kept running into each other or socializing in the same circles. I was still going to sporting events to check her out as a cheerleader, hoping one day the stars would align so I could ask her out on a date but that never happened. Unfortunately, after graduation, I lost touch with Vicki. I followed her on social media but neither one of us posts very often. Even though I had no idea where she was, I still had fond memories of her and would think of her often, especially when seeing cheerleaders at a sporting event or on TV. I would check them out on the odd chance Vicki would be one of them but that never happened.

Several years later, I was out having a few drinks with Adam and another good friend, Blake, for happy hour. We were standing in a crowded bar joking around and having a good time. I noticed that my shoe had become untied and I crouched down to retie it. As I was tying my shoe, I noticed a gorgeous pair of woman’s legs walking past me. I knew those legs as a mental picture of them was permanently embedded in my brain.

I immediately called out, “Vicki?”

She looked down and inquired, “Mike, is that you? What are you doing down there?”

Holy shit, it was her. My heart started to flutter as I rose to my feet to see her beautiful face and those gorgeous eyes, “Wow, it’s great to see you again, Vicki. I was just tying my shoe. How have you been?”

Adam knew how I felt about Vicki and was grinning. He explained to Blake how this was the woman I had a crush on all through college. Vicki and I started talking and catching up on what was going on in our lives since we graduated. I was working in logistics for a major manufacturer and she was a social worker in an agency that helped young moms. Vicki looked as lovely as ever and I could tell she was still working out. She still had her trim figure and killer legs. I tried not to stare at them but couldn’t help looking down to catch a glimpse of them while we were talking. The best news was that she was single and not dating anyone.

Vicki was leaving when she ran into me but I got her phone number and we agreed to get together to catch up on old times. I felt like I was in Heaven, I don’t think my feet touched the floor. I don’t know if it was going to be a date or a friendly meeting but I was going to get my chance to be alone with Vicki. I watched those long legs of hers as she walked away. Her dress was swaying back and forth across her ass with each step she took.

When I went back to my friends, I told them, “I’m going to marry Vicki someday.”

Adam laughed and said, “Yeah, sure you are. She never looked twice at you in four years of college and now you think she’s going to marry you. Good luck with that.”

Blake laughed too and said, “Maybe we need to cut him off, I think he’s had too much to drink.”

“Go ahead and laugh guys. You’ll see.”

I had another beer with my buddies and we all left to go our separate ways.

I kept thinking, “When should I call Vicki? Should I wait until tomorrow or the next day? I don’t want to seem anxious, even though I was.”

I then thought, “Call her. This is fate that brought you together. This is your chance. Don’t blow it now.”

So I called Vicki on the drive back to my apartment. She was a little surprised when I asked her to go to dinner and a movie with me on Friday night.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Mike?”

Several thoughts were rushing through my brain, “Oh shit, what do I do now? Maybe she doesn’t want to go on a date. Maybe she thought we’d get together as friends. Shit, did I just blow it? Fuck it, just be honest with her.”

“Yes Vicki, I’m, uh, asking you out on a date?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone and my stomach started to churn with nervousness. I prepared myself for the worst.

“Yes Mike, I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at seven. I’ll see you then.”

I screamed out in joy after I hung up the phone. I felt like I just won the lottery. The girl of my dreams who I hadn’t seen in years and gave up on just agreed to go on a date with me. Fuck yeah.

On that Friday, I was nervous as heck. I waited years for this opportunity and didn’t want to blow it now. I was so anxious that I left work early and tried to relax at home but that was impossible. I felt like I was going on my first date with a girl but I was now in my mid-twenties. I couldn’t decide what to wear, I was worried about being late, then worried about being too early. I had to sit down to gather my thoughts and get ahold of myself. I got to Vicki’s apartment about ten minutes early and sat outside in my car so I could be exactly on time. I knocked on her door as soon as the clock struck seven.

She called out, “Come on in, Mike. I’ll be right out.”

I couldn’t wait to see Vicki in the brighter lights of her apartment. When she came out of her room, she was putting on her earrings. My jaw dropped open when I saw she was muğla escort wearing a short pink form-fitting sweater dress with a slit up the side of her left leg. She wore off-white open-toed heels which made her seem even taller than she already was.

She saw me staring at her and asked, “Is everything alright? Do I look okay?”

“You look fucking fantastic.”

Vicki grinned as I blushed and mumbled my apologies, “Oh, I’m sorry. You look great.”

I couldn’t believe I made a huge mistake within minutes of picking her up. Her dress followed every curve of her hourglass figure, from her shoulders to her 36b breasts, her slender waist, her tight ass, and her long glamourous legs. I escorted her out of her apartment to my car. She seemed surprised when I opened the car door for her and got into my front seat making sure I didn’t see up her dress. I did notice that as she sat down, more of her legs were exposed, especially her left leg with the slit in her dress. I found it difficult to concentrate on the road with Vicki sitting so close to me, the scent of her perfume filling the car.

When we got out of the car, I ran around to open the door for her and she got out in a very lady-like manner, being sure not to expose her panties to me. The conversation over dinner covered our college years, our mutual acquaintances, and some of the guys that she dated and what disasters they were. She regretted dating mostly jocks who were more into themselves than anyone else. I talked about some of my former beaus also and how things never worked out. We talked about our jobs and career goals.

Over dessert, Vicki gave me the shock of my life when she inquired, “Why didn’t you ever ask me out back in college?”

I almost choked on my cheesecake but gave her an honest answer, “You always seemed to be dating someone else or when you were single, I was with someone. I thought you were out of my league too. I couldn’t compare to the athletes you seemed to like.”

“You know I would have gone out with you if you had asked me.”

I almost began to cry thinking that I had an opportunity to date Vicki years ago and never knew.

I laughed and replied, “Now you tell me. I had the biggest crush on you in college. I want to kick myself for not asking you out back then.”

“Well, better late than never.”

I looked into her soft blue eyes and thought about what could have been but there was no time to think about regrets with Vicki sitting across from me now. We talked like we were long-lost friends which, in a way, is exactly what we were. There seemed to be a natural connection, at least I thought so. I could only hope she felt the same way.

After dinner, we went to see the movie we picked out but I had a difficult time concentrating on the plot with the most beautiful woman in the world sitting at my side. Vicki looked so sexy, her perfume was alluring and we were having a great time. I kept staring at that slit in her dress after she crossed her legs. I desperately wanted to touch her thigh but knew that wasn’t a good idea. When we both reached into the popcorn bucket at the same time, our hands touched and I felt a warm feeling rush through my body.

After the movie, I asked Vicki, “Do you want to go somewhere and have a drink? I know of a quaint bar around the corner.”

“No, not really.”

I was devastated. My heart dropped and I began to wonder where I went wrong. I thought things were going great. I blew my chance with the most beautiful girl in the world. I’d have to get out of there fast to hide my disappointment.

Vicki then said, “I’ve never done this on a first date before but we could go back to my place for a drink.”

I thought, “I didn’t see that coming,” and my disappointment quickly turned to elation, and I replied, “Uh yeah, that would be nice.”

I wanted to jump in the air and scream, “Fuck yeah, I’m going to Vicki’s place. I might even get laid.”

I tried to act naturally on the drive back to her place but it was difficult for me. Inside I was as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming but, then again, if I was, I didn’t want to wake up and spoil it.

Back at Vicki’s place, I opened a bottle of wine, poured us a couple of glasses, and sat down on her sofa. We made some nervous idle small talk and then there was an awkward silence. Vicki must have felt the same way as me and without saying a word, both of us leaned in for a soft kiss. I felt like a bolt of lightning shot through my body. We only broke our kiss to put our wine on the coffee table and began to kiss again. Kissing Vicki was even better than the thousand times I imagined this moment would be like. We had our hands wrapped around each other as we made out. My hands drifted down her slender waist to her hips and when she didn’t resist, I grabbed a handful of her ass. She pawed at my chest and I brought my hand up to fondle her breasts through her dress. I was quite hard by now and when Vicki began to rub my upper thigh, I brought my hand down to touch her long soft legs.

I dreamed about touching nevşehir escort her shapely legs from the first time I saw her. She moaned softly and opened her legs slightly which I took as a signal that it was okay to explore her body further. When my hand reached her panties, she began to purr like a kitten. I pressed my finger against her panties and found them to be damp so I pushed my finger into her pussy. I rubbed the soft fabric of her underwear against her slick lips and clit. Vicki then began to stroke my erection through my pants.

She then said, “Let’s take this into the bedroom.”

I waited years to hear those words come out of her mouth. When we got into her bedroom, we locked in an embrace again as I fumbled to unzip her dress. She took a step back to slip it down her body and stood before me in her black lace bra and matching thong. I drank in the beauty of her sexy body and began to undress. I couldn’t believe I was about to fuck Vicki. When we began to kiss again, I undid her bra and tossed it to the side. I immediately began to fondle and suck on her breasts. Her luscious tits were perfect in proportion to her the rest of her body. I practically ripped off her thong as I was so anxious to see her nude. Her pussy was completely shaven. I found her pussy to be sopping wet which made me more excited than before. I quickly pulled off my boxer jocks and joined Vicki on the bed where we continued to make out and fondle each other.

Vicki began to kiss and lick her way down my body, even taking time to suck on my nipples which I didn’t know were so sensitive. She kissed her way down to my erect manhood and licked it for a while before wrapping her lips around it. Vicki was an expert cocksucker who had me moaning and squirming in pleasure. After several minutes, I had to stop her so I didn’t cum too soon.

I spread Vicki’s legs wide, running my hands over her perfectly sculptured legs several times. I was worshipping the legs I longed to touch. I then leaned forward to begin licking her pussy. She ran her hands through my hair as I tongue fucked her tasty pussy and then brought her to orgasm by licking and sucking on her clit.

Vicki then told me, “I’m so hot. I need to feel you inside me.”

She didn’t have to say that twice, as I placed my cock against her pussy lips and told her, “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this moment,” and I slid myself deep inside her.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt her pussy engulf my hard dick. Vicki was so tight, it felt like her pussy had a grip on my dick. She placed her hands on my ass to pull me into her. I looked deep into her eyes as I began to slowly fuck the girl of my dreams. Vicki wrapped her sleek legs around my back as we began to kiss again. Our breathing intensified as I picked up the pace of my thrusts. Her grunts and moans told me she was enjoying our lovemaking.

I fucked Vicki faster and harder when she called out, “Oh, fuck me, fuck me, Mike. I’m going to cum. Fuck me.”

As Vicki began to orgasm, I felt mine building too. Once she started to cum, I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t want this moment to end but I was too excited to hold back any longer and I began to shoot my cum into her at the same time. I thought mutual orgasms were something that only happened in porn films and erotica but it was happening to us. When we were both done cumming, I took my time withdrawing from her pussy. I didn’t want that feeling to end.

When I withdrew from Vicki, she told me, “Wow, that was amazing.”

“That was better than I ever imagined. You were great.”

Vicki surprised me by asking, “So you imagined having sex with me before?”

I replied, “I told you I’ve had a crush on you for years. I think you are the most intelligent, beautiful, and sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

“Wow, that’s some compliment.”

“I meant every word. Not only are you beautiful and sexy but you are kind-hearted, charming, and funny. Even before we had sex, I was having the best night of my life.”

“I’m having a great time too. I liked that you were a little nervous. That was kind of cute.”

We laid in bed talking like we’d been together for years. We were lightly touching one another and I wasn’t sure if or when I should leave. Vicki didn’t seem to be in any hurry for me to leave so I stayed in bed with her. My eyes kept scanning her sensuous body from her head down to her toes. It was difficult for me to believe I just had sex with her. I was mainly stroking her legs which were the objects of my fascination for years. I could now run my hands freely over the best set of legs I’d ever seen. I was thinking she’d have to throw me out to get me to stop worshiping those long, athletic stems of hers.

When there was a break in our conversation, we began to kiss again. Kissing led to fondling which led to groping and me getting hard again. Vicki and I ended up making love again. It was a slower, more tender love-making session than earlier. She laid there with her legs spread, her knees drawn up towards her chest. We looked deep into each other’s eyes while I slowly thrust myself into Vicki. I knew she was feeling a deep connection to me as I was with her. I never wanted to let her out of my arms. After having sex for the second time, Vicki fell asleep in my arms that night. It was only after I woke up in her bed that I realized that the previous night wasn’t a dream.

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Author’s Note:

This is the story of a woman re-examining her life as she is about to turn 40 years old.

Fair warning, this story is more about the woman’s self-discovery with a dash of exhibitionism (i.e. it’s not filled with over the top sex), so if you’re looking for something quick and dirty, this may not be for you. All others, I hope you enjoy.

******

“Damnit, is that a grey hair?” I asked in exasperation.

My husband looked on in bemusement from the bed while I sat in front of the mirror with a single strand of grey separated out from my shoulder length brown hair.

“I really am getting old,” I sighed.

“Maddy, you worry too much. You’re gorgeous.”

Rick, my husband, meant well, but his words fell on deaf ears. I’d been dreading my upcoming 40th birthday, and this certainly wasn’t helping. Maybe I’m just more sensitive to the signs of my aging, but lately my joints started feeling creakier, I’m getting forgetful, and I just feel tired all the time. I see the new hires at work brought in straight out of college, and it’s like they’re talking a foreign language. I’m practically old enough to be a mother to many of them.

“God, is that another wrinkle?” I said in exasperation.

“They’re called laugh lines, Maddy,” Rick countered.

“Do you see me laughing?” I complained as I continued staring into the mirror.

Rick insists it’s all in my head, which makes sense on some level. I’m 5’6″ and about 135 pounds. Many of my friends say they’re jealous of my figure. I have larger C cup breasts, although those sometimes feel as much a blessing as a curse. I don’t mind the attention they’ve brought me over the years, although my back’s felt more pain lately, likely as a result my melons put on my spine.

That said, physically, I’m not vastly different from how I looked a year or two ago, but I can’t help but feel like I’m on the decline. I realize I’m about the same age as my mom was when I was a kid, and maybe that’s what scared me as much as anything. All my life, I’d felt youthful with so much of life in front of me. Staring at 40 meant realistically reaching the midway. And what had I accomplished to this point? College. Got married. Had a kid. Divorced. And now married again. Don’t get me wrong. I can count my blessings, but nothing stands out. What mark have I left on the world? What mark has the world left on me? Before I thought I had all the time in the world to fill my life with excitement and accomplishment. To make important scientific discoveries. To travel the globe. To go sky diving. To scuba dive. To go mountain climbing.

Instead, I’ve got a big weekend of laundry and a trip to Costco in the works. If the rain holds off, maybe I’ll also pull some weeds. It’s not exactly a life of glamor. I tell myself I should be grateful for what I have, but the words ring hollow, and I’m left longing for more.

Rick is a good husband. We’re the same age and have been married for 3 years now. He’s 6 foot and in decent shape since he runs regularly. He doesn’t seem worried about turning 40, although he’s got another 3 months before he starts his next decade, and, besides, men somehow grow ruggedly handsome as they get older, whereas, us women just start shriveling up like a prune.

I remember when I was younger, I used to get a lot of attention from men. Some of it was flattering, and some of it was outright creepy, but my beauty always seemed to draw attention. The older I get, the less attention my beauty draw with each passing year. It’s gotten to the point now where I often feel invisible, and I see eyes looking right past me to the younger beauties in a room.

I felt my husband’s arms wrap around me from behind and he lifted me off the ground and kissed me on the side of my neck.

“Is it ok if I go fishing with the guys next weekend?” Rick asked.

“Aha! An ulterior motive. I knew you weren’t actually concerned about my well-being,” I said, pushing him away.

“To the contrary. I’m more than happy to prove my attraction to you right this very moment,” he insisted.

“Not so fast, Rick. I forgot, but Tess invited us to go out next weekend. I already told her we’d go,” I told him.

Tess was an old college friend. We hadn’t seen each other in ages, but we recently reconnected on social media, and she invited us on a boat ride.

“Who is Tess? I don’t remember her,” Rick asked.

“Oh, you’ve never met her, but we were good friends back in college. “

“Is Tess hot?”

“And why exactly is that a concern?” I glared back at him. “I thought you’re a married man.”

“I am, but my wife is accusing me of ulterior motives, so she’s not putting out. So, you know, I’m just trying to know what my options are,” he said with a silly grin.

“How about we make a deal, then? So Tess is taking us out on a boat. You can probably go fishing anyway. Now would you rather go fishing with me or with your boys?”

“Do you want an honest answer?” he asked as he looked at me incredulously.

“Fine. tokat escort You skip your weekend fishing with your boys, and you go with me to Tess’ outing, and I’ll make it up to you,” I promised him.

My husband’s interest was piqued. “How and when?” he demanded to know.

“How about right now?” I said with a wink as I knelt down and unbuckled his jeans.

“Good, I always wanted a blow job from an old white-haired lady.”

“Listen, you can either stop joking around and let me suck you off, or you can crack your jokes and not get a blow job. Either way, you’re going to Tess’ outing with me.”

Rick proceeded to mime zipping his lips closed, and I proceeded to take him into my mouth and reward him for his obedience. He’s such a predictable lout. I can dangle sex in front of him, and pretty much get my way anytime I want. Anyway, he was already hard, and he didn’t last very long. It was only a few minutes of me expertly running my lips and tongue over his cock, and he was ready to explode. It’s one of the benefits of marriage. I know exactly what gets him off. How he likes to have his balls played with. How he likes it when I blow my warm breath over his cock. I can feel the blood pulsing through his cock every time I do so. The next thing I knew, his body tightened, and he shot his load into the back of my throat, and I took in the warm jets of his cum and swallowed it down clean.

“There, it’s settled,” I commented as I wiped the excess cum off my lips. “You’re hanging out with me and Tess this weekend.”

*****

Later that week, I called my sister, Leigh, on the phone just to catch up on things.

“By the way, you’ll never believe who I reconnected with recently?” I asked her.

“Who?” she responded.

“Tess!”

“Oh my god, that’s cool!” she exclaimed. “You guys haven’t seen each other in ages.”

Leigh is a year younger than me, but we ran in the same circles back in our days at Oregon State University.

“She invited Rick and myself to an outing next weekend,” I told her.

“What kind of outing?” Leigh wanted to know.

“Tess told me she’s got a boat, and she and her husband like to take it out off the Pacific shore,” I answered.

There was a pause on the line.

“Hello, you still there, sis?” I inquired.

“Yeah, um, did Tess say anything about what to expect on the boat?”

“Not really,” I responded, curious at my sister’s question. “I mean, it’s a boat. I think she said we’d be going out of Coos Bay. I figured we’d cruise up and down the coast a little and see the scenery. I remember back in college; she was kind of wild. She was never into drugs or anything illegal like that, though. I assumed there’d be alcohol. I mean, she said it was adults only. Said something about how we all work hard, so we have to play hard, also. Why do you ask?”

There was another long pause on the phone before my sister spoke again.

“So, it’s been a few years, but I’ve been on a few boat outings with Tess and her husband. They’re fun. I’m just not sure if it’s your type of thing.”

“How so?” I asked.

“They get out far enough from anyone’s sight and kind of relax. I mean, I used to have fun. It’s just that Tess and the other women, they’re not shy, so they’ll often wear thongs or G string bikinis out there. Sometimes they’ll drop their tops so they can soak in the sun or go skinny dipping a little bit. “

“Oh, I see,” a certain amount of disappointment in my voice. “Do you think I’d stand out if I show up in my standard one-piece.”

Leigh laughed. “Yeah, I’d say the only time any of the other women on the boat are in a one-piece swimsuit are when they’re topless.”

“Oh,” I said slowly, processing what that all meant for my weekend prospects. “I see what you mean.”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” Leigh continued. “It’s all harmless fun. There’s no sex or anything like that. The women just like to lose a little clothing when they get far enough out on the water. Then the beer and wine flow freely and everyone just kind of has a good time. They’re really all a good group, and I always had fun on their boat.”

“Wait, so you’re wearing a thong bikini when you’ve gone with them?” I asked, unaware that my little sister ever dressed like that.

“Well – I didn’t wear a thong,” she confessed.

“A G-string?” I gasped in shock.

“Maybe,” Leigh conceded.

“Ooh, my little sister has a spicy side,” I teased her.

I heard Leigh take a deep breath on the other end of the line. “I mean, don’t take it the wrong way, but you’re a mom and all. I don’t think you’ve attended anything like that since college.”

“I might have a wild streak,” I answered defensively. “But you’re probably right, sis,” I admitted.

We ended the call shortly after, but my sister’s information about the boat outing kept running through my mind. I put aside the fact that Leigh had evidently attended at least a few of these outings and focused on what she said these boat rides yozgat escort were like. I wondered if maybe Leigh was just joking about the whole thing or exaggerating what they were like. Leigh was sometimes prone to playing pranks, and I imagined how embarrassing it would be if I showed up dressed in a thong while all the other women were dressed more conservatively. I could only imagine the evil glares they’d shoot my way, especially with their husbands on board. Still, something told me that Leigh wasn’t pulling my leg.

I decided I should give Tess a ring and try to confirm everything. I called her, and the phone rang and rang. I was almost about to hang up when she picked up.

“Hi Tess, yeah, it’s Maddy,” I started off the conversation.

“Maddy, it’s great to hear from you. I’m really looking forward to hanging out this weekend.”

“Tess, I’m really excited about it, too,” I answered, sharing in her sentiment. “I just had some questions, though. Do I need to bring anything, any food or drinks or anything? What kind of boat do you have?”

“I’m glad you asked, actually. So, we’ve got a pretty nice small yacht. It’s actually got two levels and plenty of seating. We just go out on the water for the afternoon, open up some beer and wine and hang out and have fun. Bring your bikini. We can catch some rays. Everybody always has a lot of fun. There’s going to be three other couples aside from you and your husband, including myself and Alex.”

“Oh, that sounds fun,” I replied.

“Yeah, it is. Your husband is coming, right? It’ll be great. You haven’t met Alex yet, and what’s your husband’s name?” Tess asked.

“Rick.”

“Yeah, we definitely need to catch up,” Tess continued. “I’m sure they’ll get along great. There’s one thing, though, Maddy. I mentioned it’s an adults-only party, right? I just don’t want you to be surprised in case you turned into a prude or something after college. I mean, it’s nothing crazy, but some of our bikinis are kind of revealing, and some of us like to sunbathe topless, so it’s not kid-friendly.”

So, I guess my sister was right, after all. “Yeah, Leigh was telling me about that a little. I guess she’s been on a few of your outings before.”

“Yeah, I love Leigh, she’s a hoot. Too bad she said she can’t make it this weekend,” Tess told me.

“It’s alright. Hey, I’ll see you Saturday,” I said.

“Great, we’re looking forward to it.”

******

“Do I really have to go to your friend’s thing? Is this like a Tupperware party or something?” Rick complained.

“You promised you’d go,” I reminded him.

Rick sighed, “I know. And I know I’d never hear the end of it if I didn’t go, so I’m all yours.”

“You don’t have to sound so excited about it,” I complained.

“At least tell me I don’t have to dress up for it,” Rick pleaded.

“We’re going on a boat. Why would you dress up, dummy?” I yelled at him. “Maybe you can even go fishing from their boat.”

“Just please tell me there’s at least alcohol involved.” he begged.

“There is,” I assured him.

“Alright. Then I’m in.”

I couldn’t help but laugh and shook my head in disbelief.

“Can you act seriously for a minute?” I asked him.

Rick calmed down and looked at me with a look of mock concern.

“So, I was talking to Tess. I just want to make sure you’re okay with going?” I asked him.

“Why wouldn’t I be? Are they devil worshippers?” Rick responded

“No, it’s nothing like that. It’s like a party boat. They drink. The women, they usually wear pretty skimpy bikinis. Like thongs and G-strings,” I explained.

Now Rick’s suspicious stare turned skeptical. ” And you’re thinking of going there? I’ve never seen you in anything but a one-piece.”

“I know,” I replied, as I took a deep breath.

“Maddy, you’ve got a banging body. I should know. I’ve banged it many times.” I glared at him as he continued. “Look, I know you’d look phenomenal, but you’ve always been a little insecure in that regard about your body. You get nervous if the light’s on while we make love. God as my witness, you’ve got nothing to be insecure about.”

“I know it’s silly, right?” I replied as I bit my lip.

“But you’re seriously considering it,” he said, almost doubtfully.

“I don’t know,” I conceded.

“I love you, Maddy, but this just doesn’t seem like you. It doesn’t seem like us.”

“I know, but I’ve been thinking. I don’t know. Are you in any way curious?” I asked as I raised my head and looked my husband in the eye.

“I can tell, you’re really tempted to go,” he said with a sigh.

I took a deep breath. “Look, I turn 40 soon, and I don’t know, but I keep thinking, there’s so much I haven’t tried. I’m already starting to feel old, but I don’t want to be 80 years old and wishing I tried a whole bunch of things, but it’s too late by then.” I almost felt tears welling in my eyes.

“And this party will bring meaning to your life?” Rick scoffed.

“No, of course not,” zonguldak escort I said, finally ready to unload all the thoughts running through my head. “But don’t you feel we’ve been in a rut. We have our routines. Works, kids, groceries, sleep, rinse, and repeat. We take our annual vacation to Disney but when was the last time we did something unexpected? We did something different. It seems silly, doesn’t it? As if I’m reliving my college youth. Pathetic, huh? But what about you? I mean, I wouldn’t do this without you?”

“I don’t know. Are you sure you’re ok with this? I ain’t going to lie. I’m a guy, and I’m ok to see other nearly naked women. I just don’t want you getting jealous if I’m taking in an eyeful. Are you sure you’d be okay with that?” he shot back at me.

“Are you sure you’d be okay with other men checking me out?” I countered.

“Touché. They can look, but they’d better not touch,” he said with a cheeky grin.

“Same goes for you,” I told him.

“Deal. Hey, for real, though. Are you sure about this? I can tell you’re kind of nervous. If you want us to go, I’m right there with you. If you change your mind, then… well, I’m going fishing with my boys.”

“I thought you got a blow job to not go fishing,” I objected.

“Hell no, that was to hang out with your friend. If you don’t go, then I have no obligation.”

“Till death do us part, huh?” I mockingly replied.

“I’d think of you with every fish I reel in,” he said cheekily.

“Are you saying I look like a catfish?” I complained.

“I’m not the one who said it.”

I threw a pillow at Rick, and he ran out of the room. A few seconds later, I heard him playing with the kids in the living room, and I was left alone with my thoughts, trying to figure out if I could really go through with going on a risqué boat ride with Tess.

******

You know how your mind keeps replaying a scenario in your head. You already know the outcome, yet you agonize over it, anyway. Should I go boating with Tess or not? There were a million reasons I shouldn’t go. I’m a mom now, and Tess’ boat ride entailed doing some things that were a million miles away from the person I am today.

Maybe it was the footsteps of my 40th birthday nagging in my head. Was it a midlife crisis? Maybe I just longed for the wild and carefree attitude of my youth. Then again, even back in college, I’m not certain I would’ve gone through with this. Yet, that seemed to be exactly why I was deciding to do so. Because we’ve only got so many trips around the sun, and there’s some things, well, if I’m going to do them, I might as well do them before I’m completely old and decrepit.

“Maddy, did you ever make up your mind? Am I going fishing this weekend?” Rick asked me a few days later.

I decided I’d mulled the decision long enough. Besides, I’d been dancing around the issue, but I knew the whole time where my final decision would land.

“Do you want to watch me model some bikinis?” I shot back at him.

******

We came home a few hours later with a G string bikini. I actually had more fun than I imagined as I modelled the various bikinis for Rick. I was careful to stay out of eyesight of the rest of the shoppers, but Rick sat in a little dressing room waiting area while I tried on a variety of thong and G string microkinis and stepped out to show Rick each one as I kept just out of eyesight of the rest of the shoppers.

It was both embarrassing and exhilarating at the same time. When I tried on the first bikini, I looked at my reflection in the mirror with dismay. My tits are still fairly firm, but they jiggle a bit, and I can see sag where once there was none. I try to keep in shape, but I don’t have a perfect body, and my belly is closer to round than flat. I turned around, and my ass was hanging out of the bottom. That is just who I was, though…. or at least who the almost 40-year-old version of me was. Well, this won’t leave much in the way of tan lines, I thought. It was all definitely a far cry from the one-piece bathing suits I was accustomed to.

At first, I felt silly as I stepped out of the changing stall wearing so little in a public place, but Rick whistled at the sight of me, and it lifted my spirits. I’m just glad no one else was around to see except for my husband. I’m still not sure how I’d conjure up the courage to openly wear such a revealing outfit in front of other people.

All of the outfits I tried on left very little of me to the imagination. In the end, the color blue seemed to suit me best, and I ended up debating between buying a thong or a G-string. In the end, I opted for the G-string because I figured if I was going to step out of my comfort zone, I might as well go all the way.

I knew that Rick liked the bikini. “Hey, uh, what do you say maybe you try on the new bikini when we get home again?” Rick asked nonchalantly as we drove home.

“Oh yeah?” I replied.

“Yeah, you know. I just want to check it again to make sure it fits right. Sometimes, you know, the store lighting and everything, it can make things look different.”

I still wasn’t sure if I could really go through with the boating outing, but I was already liking some of the side benefits from wearing the bikini, even if I never wore it in front of anyone but Rick.

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Helping Alexandra

Alexandra was right about him. Just as importantly, right about herself.

I am always somewhat skeptical when a woman approaches me saying she has read some of my non-academic writing (such as this piece) or overheard from a friend of a friend or some such that there is this woman… well, just whatever they may have heard or imagined, and that they want to ‘try their hand’, so to speak, at one of my soirees. And, of course, they think they have the ‘perfect man’ for it. Well, maybe not perfect, they say. ‘But I could get him to do it.’ These women, they just need a little help or advice.

There’s the rub (no pun intended); the ‘get him’ bit. This often implies there is some subterfuge or ‘gotcha’ involved, or at the very least a kind of mis-direction; an erotic magic trick where the man is looking in one direction as we clever girls do our thing, then we snap our fingers and “My oh My!’, he didn’t see that coming, did he? But now that we’ve got him this way, he can hardly object, can he? Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for clever girls; I just have no interest in stupid men.

And as for the women themselves, I think they are sometimes too clever by half. I mean, might they stop and ask themselves, if the man is really so perfect for this, and they are so certain of their own level of comfort and enthusiasm for it, why hasn’t the whole ‘get him’ bit taken care of itself already? I sometimes feel there is a ‘wanna be’ factor at work here. You hear these stories about women getting together and enjoying themselves sharing and doing this and there’s a natural tendency to just want to be one of the girls. Make no mistake, the feminine camaraderie can be very intense and seductive; it’s one of the main pleasures of the sport. But you do have to have a real taste for the sport itself. There are other, less eccentric ways to go about female bonding; join a reading group, hold a slumber party or just schedule a weekly girl’s night out.

All that said though, I do realize there are levels of anxiety and inhibition in both men and women that actually serve to enhance the pleasures of exposure and transgression when you confess (even to an intimate partner), let alone act out, the impulses you are helpless to deny your pleasure and need to indulge. It’s the need that makes us vulnerable; the fact that our arousal can’t be hidden even if the other person is offended, amused, disgusted or dismissive. Once it’s out there, YOU are out there. I do get that… in spades.

So when Alexandra drew me aside at the guest reception at a recent conference, I was skeptical, but I did listen.

Now, sitting here with her on her pool patio in side by side reclining chairs, enjoying the view across the way in front of us, I’m happy I did.

Alexandra was right about him; there in a recliner opposite facing us, naked, leaning back to present properly – laid back enough to tilt his pelvis up to offer a good view of his ass, but not so far that he can’t watch us as we watch – his legs spread wide as he slowly masturbates for us.

I like that look; the way his balls are lifted like he’s offering them to us. Well, he is, and I don’t want to seem unappreciative.

I reach into my purse on the tiles nearby and fish out my phone. It has a very good camera and he’s well worth recording, at least for a bit, though I find focusing too much on working a camera and ‘getting the shot’ can detract from the immediacy and intimacy I enjoy most about such moments.

He sees what I’m doing and as I lift the phone and focus, he gives us the most satisfying half moan, half gasp of, “Yes, Laura, Please!” and lifts his hips, propping his penis up for the camera with a thumb pressed hard behind the base.

I pause to enjoy the moment; his excitement as he strains to lift and hold himself there to give me a good shot; the way he’s looking at me over his raised hips, almost pleading for me to press ‘record’. Let him wait just a bit, displaying that flushed penis, his eyes straying now over to his wife in the chair beside me for just a moment before returning to mine.

Yes, Alexandra was right about him. Oh. She did tell me he was well hung. But that’s a vague expression and hardly the most important qualification. This, this right here; the need and the willingness to confess it, have it exposed; not just his cock, which, Alex is right, is lovely – a long, thick, rope veined, circumcised pillar with a prominent, plump crown – but this; that look of pleading, the strain to display and offer himself not just to my camera, but to me, for my pleasure and entertainment. There he is. He knows he can’t take this back. And here I am, beside his wife, accepting the offer, not pretending that, in my own way and for my own reasons, I don’t need this any less than he does. He hears my confession too.

That was my question about Alexandra; was she willing to really confess her own need (if she really had one rather than just being curious to find out); her need ordu escort to feel empowered to use and enjoy men this way. Or did she think it was all on him and she’d ‘try it, just to see’ and reserve to herself the option to leave him there exposed while she decides if it’s really a good look for her to be so… whatever it is we tell ourselves we’d be embarrassed to have others know we were. Well, we have our answer.

“That’s it, Brian, just how I want this.” She purrs at him. “My girlfriends will love this.” Then to me, “You’ll share, right? Send me…”

“Of course.” I assure her and hit record.

I’ve looked back fondly and masturbated to that recording several times since then, just as I told Brian I would. If there is any magic to this, it’s the openness and honesty that works it. That’s why when Alex and I went out for drinks later the previous evening and she solicited my ‘help’ getting her husband to agree to serve as sexual eye candy and ejaculatory entertainment at an upcoming bachelorette party for her and her girlfriends, I told her straight out

“I’m not going to ambush him.”

‘It’s not an ambush. I know he wants to do this…”

“You keep saying that, but how do you know? I mean, what have you actually told him about what you want and why? If I show up, just some strange woman out of the blue, and you expect me to sit around making small talk and dropping veiled sexual innuendos as we slowly beat around the bush in smaller and smaller circles until…” I snort and wave the rest off with my free hand, take another sip of my drink with the other, then, “Not happening.”

“Well, fine then, so how would you do it? I mean, okay, so, before you leave town I have you over and he comes home from work and I introduce you and you say…” she spreads her hands, brows raised. “How would you go about it?”

“Me? I’d explain how we met and at least a little about why you picked me for this, which, okay, I do think he needs to understand so he knows he’s not going to be offending or shocking me. But in pretty short order I’d just tell him you told me you wanted to have your husband strip down and masturbate for me while you and I shared drinks and compared notes on his performance because you want to use him with your girlfriends in a few weeks to toast the lucky bride. And I’d say to him that, when you told me that, I said “Fuck yeah, girl! I’d love that.’ And I’d say, ‘She tells me you’re really well hung and shoot come hard and thick, like a twenty year old. So here I am and I want to see it.”

Alexandra is laughing. “I didn’t say all that!” she bats it away and glances nervously around the small hotel bar like she’s worried someone might overhear us. “But no, you wouldn’t. C’mon, be serious.” she hisses at me.

“The fuck I wouldn’t.” I balk. “He needs to know exactly why I’m there and that, yes, I do want to see that. Stayed over an extra night and all hoping he’d live up to your billing and give me a nice memory from what was otherwise a pretty fucking boring conference. I mean, yeah, I’ll reschedule a little for this. I love adding new men to my list, seeing them work for my approval that first time. Why wouldn’t I just tell him that? More to the point, why wouldn’t you?”

“Cause, like you said, just out of the blue…”

But I interrupt this, “I was talking about me, I’d be showing up out of the blue. But this idea or topic, it damned well better not be coming as some big surprise to him. I mean, you’re so sure he wants this as much as you do, but have you ever actually told him it turns you on to think of him performing for other women that way while you…”

“Actually, yeah.” Alexandra says a bit defiantly. “I mean, not just ‘other women’ either. I’ve even said I want him to do it in front of my girlfriends and that I want to see him up there with other guys that I get to watch and compare and tell to do things that I want to see.”

“Well, shit, Alex, then what do you need me for?”

“BECAUSE,” she exhales in mild exasperation, “when I tell him that stuff it’s not like I’m actually asking him to do it; not saying, ‘Hey, on Wednesday, I’ve asked Sherry to come over and bring her new boyfriend. We want to get the two of you naked and we want to see you handle each other’s cocks and make each other come so we can…” she’s laughing again. “Not that Sherry would probably ever do that. But honestly, I think I’d love something like that and I’m pretty sure Brian knows it.”

“Well, then…” I’m really failing to see the problem here at this point.

“But SO,” she holds up a hand to forestall me, “I do tell him this stuff but it’s always in the context of when we’re, you know, playing with it. You know how you say things when you’re…” she shrugs a bit sheepishly. But then, firmer, “I’ve always loved those videos of solo guys jerking off, at least the ones that women shoot for women, you know, girl porn. I love the come shots, I just do, seeing them lose it and imagining osmaniye escort them thinking about women like me watching them as they…” breaks off, frowns. “But it’s probably mostly gay guys watching those and for all I know that’s what they’re thinking about, not women like me. Kinda spoils it. So, I wanna be there where they can see me. It would be so different than just a video, to stand over them, make them look up at me as they show me that.” She pauses, then, “Yeah.” She says with a little sniff. “Anyway, Brian knows that and he’ll do it for me, knows I like it slow, want to sit back and just make him work it for me, show me that cock and how excited he is to do it for me, do it the way I want and then give me his best come shot so I can compare how he spurts it to those guys I like to watch on-line. I tell him that, just like that, I’m gonna compare how he spurts.” She laughs, pleased with herself. “And not just that. Like I said, I’ll tell him how I wish my girlfriends could all be here to watch this, tell him how bad I want to share his cock with them so they can see what I have, what I come home to every night, tell them ‘look girls, he’ll do this for me whenever I want and would they like to see him come? Yes, they would. I tell him to do a good job. Don’t disappoint my friends.

“I tell him all that stuff, and you should see what it does to him. Not just him, but me. And he fucking knows it’s getting me off and he gets so turned on by his bad girl wife that… I get wet just telling you about it. Sorry, TMI maybe, but I do. He gets so worked up, coming almost doesn’t seem to dent it. He just has to fuck me after, I mean HAS to, and it’s different, better actually than I think he used to before we started playing these games. He’s like out of control almost. I want it so bad by that point too, but it’s almost sweeter to sort of be passive or even resist a little, to just feel how bad he has to have me, how he’ll throw me down and…” she rolls her eyes.

“Ah fuck, you see?” she sighs. “I know he wants this. I know. But it’s really different to say those things when we’re both wound up that way. It’s different the next morning over breakfast, at least for me, even though I can be all flirty and sexy still and tease him about it and how I look forward to him coming home tonight; it feels different to say, ‘Hey, you know, all those things I was saying last night, do you ever think you might want…?”

She sighs. “I don’t know why, but I just can’t quite get there. And he’s not the one to take that kind of initiative. Not because he’s passive totally, but he loves how I get when I’m in that space and I’m pretty sure he’s worried it would scare me off and spoil it if he suggested we make it real. I know him; he’d feel like he was asking to cheat on me with other women when here I was just being open about my kinky fantasies, feeling safe and trusting him not to take it the wrong way. And like I said, if you could see him when I get him that way, you’d know there’s no fucking way he’s gonna risk spoiling that dynamic we get into by getting over greedy.”

She blows out a long breath, takes another sip of her drink. “Yeah, I kick myself, cause I know, I really do know, it’s right there for the getting if I would just…” her voice trails off and she looks away out across the bar.

I make up my mind. “Fine.” I say.

“You mean…” her eyes swing back to mine.

“Yeah. I think I get it now. And to be honest, the way you talk about him, it gets me a little wet too.” I smirk at her expression. “Never TMI with me. So yeah. Uhnm, last speaker is at three tomorrow but I’m not interested in that, certainly not like I am in this now.” We’re both laughing, bonding. “You said you’re about twenty minutes from campus?”

She nods, beaming.

“I can probably be there by 2:30 or so. Why don’t you call him at the office, tell him you want him home early because there’s someone you want him to meet. Tell him it’s important,” I pause, considering, then, “for your marriage.” I add. “Maybe that’ll give him a bit of a clue. But it surely ought to get him home, shouldn’t it?”

It does.

He’s in business casual; kakis, a nice shirt, jacket but no tie; six foot and some, sandy hair, slight stubble, not movie star handsome but kind eyes and a tempting mouth. She says he works out and he does seem to be in decent shape; nothing discernable hanging over that snug leather belt, clearly wider at the shoulders than the waist, but we’ll see… at least I hope.

He’s come out to find us on the patio. He’s looking a little worried or maybe even a little annoyed at whatever he thinks the situation is that prompted that rather strange message from his wife.

Alexandra and I have done a bit of strategizing, but I’ve told her I won’t use a script. I am willing, however, to take the lead in broaching the subject. This isn’t rocket science. He either wants this, like she thinks he does, or not.

Introductions sinop escort are quick. I intentionally don’t get up from my recliner to shake his hand as I normally would when first meeting someone. I make him come to me, lean down, hand out; I intend to be civil, of course, but I am not here for civilities. He is here to entertain me, whether he knows it or not. If we’re doing this, then we’re doing it.

He’s not impolite, not at all. But he’s clearly a little baffled by the juxtaposition of my presence and his wife’s message about ‘the marriage’..

“Honey, not to…” he breaks off with a slight frown at his wife. Then looking back to me, “Lovely to meet you, really. But if I might just steal Alex for a second.” He looks her way, tosses his head to indicate they should step aside a bit.

I step in; that’s why Alexandra brought me. “Curious about the marriage thing?” I ask sweetly. “Important for your marriage?” I cue him in on my complicity.

His eyes come back to me, shift to his wife, back again to me. Okay, he gets it without someone needing to spell it out; wifey and the new girl are conspiring. But about what?

“I write stuff.” I say in what I know is to him a non-sequitur, but he’ll connect things soon enough. “Articles for academic journals mostly, some literary criticism on the side for various…” I wave this off, he’s got enough. “But I also write the occasional piece of what used to be called one handed reading before everyone read such things on a monitor so they could free up both.” I pause. It’s a bit euphemistic but I suppose I do need to ease into this at least a little.

He knits his brow. He gets the euphemism but it’s clear he has no idea, at least yet, what to do with or about it. I’m finding him increasingly tempting, standing there over us, frowning slightly as he looks to his wife for guidance, or at least clarification.

“That’s kind of why she’s here.” Alexandra says, getting a bit red but pushing on. “No.” she says more firmly. “It’s why she’s here. Why I wanted to meet her; and you to meet her. Have her…” she glances aside at me quickly, then, “Laura spoke at the conference and I enjoyed her talk. It was on Periclean…” she stops, waves her hands, determined to stay on track before losing her nerve. “So when I googled her, yeah, the academic stuff came up, but there were these other things it listed that she wrote that… I read a couple, anyway, and…”

I can tell she’s losing a little steam.

“Alexandra told me how you’ll jerk off for her.”

Bang. Alex’s mouth snaps shut. She looks slightly panicked, but when he turns to her she says,

“I did.” She swallows hard, then, “I mean really told her.” She clarifies without ‘really’ clarifying anything.

I’m watching for his reaction. If he interprets that ‘really’ the way I think a regular guy would, he should already feel exposed standing up there over this strange woman who’s eyeing him after being told such intimate things about him. Unless of course, he’s one of those emotionally stunted frat boy types who haven’t got the curiosity or empathy to wonder about what might be going on in a woman’s head in this situation.

Well, he’s apparently not the frat boy type. The wheels are turning. He’s looking straight back at me, meeting my gaze. He gets the implications of that little smile I’m undressing him with, but he’s not taking the bait; not being defensive or adopting the socially correct ‘gosh, golly’ evasion of surprised embarrassment. He is surprised, but not embarrassed. He’s intrigued.

This could be delectable.

Ball’s back in my court where I’m getting increasingly anxious to get his. Don’t fuck this up Laura.

“You see, Brian, I write about that kind of thing; that dynamic between men and appreciative women; I mean, how she describes you, the way you’ll turn yourself over to her pleasure and let her have you,” I pause, gauging, say it, “let her use you. I write about my own pleasure in using men that and other ways; making them entertain me and, yes, other women – I like it best with a group of other women and enough men to provide variety and sport. But I definitely wouldn’t pass it up, at least not with the right man; you understand though, I do expect a certain level and quality of performance, but from your wife’s glowing descriptions…” I leave that there. “Anyway, even if it’s just Alex and I here to share it…”

“Wait.” Brian says softly, holding up a hand. He gives a little snort and turns to his wife. “Is this her talking or you?” he asks her.

“Babe,” Alexandra sniffs, her head shaking slightly, but not in denial. “At this point I might as well be a ventriloquist with my hand stuck up her pussy as my puppet.”

Whoa. Didn’t see that coming. The sentiment, maybe, but the metaphor, not so much.

There is a moment of complete silence as husband and wife look at one another and I may as well not be here.

And then they are both laughing; Alexandra with a slightly nervous but relived expression; Brian in a full, clear burst of deep merriment, looking at his wife as if he might marry her over again twice every day just to show her. And you can see her kind of melting into it, as if with just that adoring look from him she see’s this is going to be okay.

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It was a normal workday for Jewel, retreating to her office to make customer calls while the rest of the office seemed caught up in whatever daily drama they could develop. Due to the free time offered by the pace of the work, there was ample time for the drama to be born. Instead of entertaining, Jewel filled most of her free time with thoughts, messages, and tasks for her Sir. Being he was often long distance, the connection was nearly always remote with exceptions as schedules aligned. While such distance did have its drawbacks, it had proven to allow for a more secure and tight bond that had them both appreciating the limited time they had together.

Jewel was walking through a routine order on the company phone when her cell phone buzzed to life on her desk. She reached to silence it when she noticed it was a facetime request from her Sir. An unusual step in the middle of workday when the communication was often kept discreet. A request so unusual that she knew she was unable to completely deny it. She thought for a brief second then answered the call quickly turning down her volume and positioning the phone so she could be viewed hoping he would understand why she could not immediately pay attention. She continued to talk to the customer on the landline phone while she smiled to the screen of her cell phone as her Sir became visible. He was seat belted into a car paying half attention to the phone and half to his driving. He waited patiently for her business to wrap up before he said a single word.

Jewel worked quickly to hang up with the client suddenly not caring if there was an order placed or not. Her heart was racing at this surprise call in the middle of the day. Her back straightened and her pussy dampened from this shot of life into her normal routine.

“Hello Sir” she said with the excitement and energy of a child on Christmas morning.

He smiled back and looked at the screen, “Hello my dear, block off the next two hours. I am in town and will be at your work in 30 minutes”. He then reached to the phone and hung up before she had any chance to reply.

Jewel’s jaw dropped and remained open, her heart skipped a beat and she squirmed in her seat as her body responded to the words by instantly lubing her sex. She then gathered herself in a panic, grabbing her heels that had been tossed aside and putting them back on, straightening her blouse, checking her hair, and makeup, and then picking up papers frantically making sure her office was in order. She instantly dismissed her work plans for the day not even caring if she lost her job due to the immediate changes. Nobody could make her feel this way, the bond that was created was fuel to her soul. She would do anything for this man, more than he even knew. He would also do anything for her, but her servitude kept that fact in the background.

At precisely 30 minutes, he rolled up to her place of work and walked in the front door like he owned the place. He was dressed as if business had just ended. A suit minus the coat and tie and the crisp white shirt had his sleeves rolled up. He carried a classic leather briefcase that was a bit of a predecessor to the computer backpacks seen around work places today. He leaned over the receptionist counter and smiled to her. This was his first time seeing her but she had been described in detail by his Jewel. Early thirties, blonde who had used her divorce settlement to enhance her chest and lips and was amenable to being viewed as a sex object. Jewel had talked several times about feeding Sir’s cock to her as they kneeled together. Jewel had also asked Sir if he would like the receptionist’s tits wrapped around his cock while they both straddled her and used her naked body to appease his most primal desires. His eyes now slipped down to her oversized, obviously enhanced chest that challenged the buttons on her top and his cock twitched inside his slacks as he pictured the firm tits bouncing as he fucked them. The receptionist followed his eyes and pushed out her tits and immediately started to welcome him in her bubbly ‘come play with me’ voice. He daydreamed for a second of gripping her by the hair and aggressively unwrapping her like a present and then dragging her back to Jewel’s office but then he quickly shook his head and dismissed the playful thoughts. Thoughts he would at some point share with Jewel.

He smiled to her and regained his professional composure, he liked to flirt but always stopped short as he was exclusive to his Jewel. However, that didn’t mean that the receptionist wouldn’t be invited to entertain them both at some point.

“Hello, I believe I have an appointment with…” his speaking was cut short as Jewel’s heels clicked across the ceramic floor tiles in rapid succession.

She approached quickly holding out her hand to shake his in a professional manner preserving his disguise as a potential client and keeping their relationship discreet. karaman escort “Hello Sir, I have been expecting you. We have a lot to cover, shall we get started?”

He returned the handshake as his eyes scanned over her briefly admiring the shiny blouse she was wearing that was tucked into her dress that tastefully hung below her knees. Her lower legs concealed in dark nylons that went all the way down to her open toe heels that added a good 4 inches to her height. Very professional, yet very feminine just as he liked her to dress. He took her small hand into his and gripped it a bit tighter than normal amusing himself as he tested her ability to remain professional in front of the receptionist.

She was burning inside, not knowing that he was even in town and now he was touching her. All she wanted to do was leap into his arms and wrap her small frame tightly around his and plant a passionate and deep kiss.

The receptionist was watching intently. Undoubtedly already mentally undressing them both and imaging Jewel leaping into his arms and sliding down his erect shaft. Her moist entrance engulfing his thick shaft as she let out a whimper. Fuck what a hot thought, the receptionist said to herself as she shuffled in her seat unable to stop the stream of sexual thoughts generated by the energy of the simple handshake between a Sir and his sub.

Meanwhile, Jewel had spun around in a 180 degrees and started to guide her Sir through the hallway, looking over her shoulder to ask, “Will my office suffice, or would you prefer a conference room?”

“The conference room of course, I will need the extra room to properly spread….you… out” he grinned and watched for the effect of his words.

Jewel blushed and took in a deep breath. Her body was already acclimating to his visit, her pussy unable to keep from moistening as memories stored deep in her mind stirred to the surface. Memories of his hands exploring her naked body as she was bound to a chair. Memories of him gripping her hair as he palmed her head forcing her mouth deeper onto his shaft over and over. She shook her head and wiped a bit of drool as she tried to focus on the moment and keep the heated thoughts at bay. She reached out to the door handle of the conference room, she was without any type of reservation and had no idea if the room was booked or not. She knew only that she wanted to give her Sir everything he asked for and this was no exception. She opened the door then held it for him continuing the pseudo employee- client relationship. Professional on the outside but secretly her body was shaking in anticipation of being in the room with the door closed behind them. Knowing this, he took a brief second pause in his stride, that felt to her like hours, before entering the room. Her chest puffed up then dropping down with deep breaths as her nipples challenged the thick fabric of her bra to appear faintly on her blouse. He had yet to touch her, and her body was melting and her mind becoming hypnotized by his presence.

Finally, he passed through the door and she pulled it shut behind them and leaned back into as she released a deep breath she had been holding through the charade. He wasted no time and pinned her to the door with his body as his tongue plunged into her eager mouth in a violently passionate kiss that drew a moan from them both. Their tongues twisted and hands raced around each other’s bodies in involuntary motions of lust then he pulled away from the kiss abruptly.

“Lock the door” he said in a soft but stern voice as he stepped away from it.

“Umm..it doesn’t lock” she announced in a weak almost terrified voice.

He shrugged his shoulders offering little sympathy to the lack of security and then held out his hand for her to join him on the other side of the large conference room table that had seating for at least eight. She took his hand and he twirled her around as if the first step of a dance, his eyes scanned over her as he smiled barely revealing the deep excitement he had for being there with her.

“Undress for me” he said as he let go of her hand and put himself in the large leather conference room chair. Reclining it back as he folded his hands across his midsection while his eyes scanned her body.

Her bright facial expression dimmed for a moment as she processed the magnitude of his request. Unable to secure the door, what would happen if someone walked in while she was undressed. What if the space was reserved for a meeting with other clients…what if…what if. Her mind continued to torture her causing a hesitation in a response.

“Is there a problem my dear?” He asked in a coy voice knowing exactly what was keeping her. His eyes started to show displeasure in her hesitation while he could feel her heartbeat racing.

She quickly started to pull her blouse out of her skirt and started to remove it. Her disrobing was not kars escort in the seductive movements of an exotic dancer, but more of a panic as if late for an event and changing clothes was needed before leaving. She tossed her blouse aside revealing her white bra as her hands reached behind her pushing out her chest as she unzipped the skirt and pushed it down her smooth well toned legs. She then stood back up straight and her hands went behind her back to reach for her bra when he spoke up.

“Stop” he said gently but stern enough that the word moved her hands back to her sides.

He watched her chest rise and fall a few more times from her deep breaths, her face showing a panic as her obedience was still a conscious choice that caused her some internal fear of being caught.

“Why no lingerie as I had tasked you with?” he said with confidence knowing full well he had given that order for a day the previous week without mentioning it for this day.

Her eyes looked shocked as her mouth fell open, she was about to protest then she realized that regardless of if he had said it or not, she knew that would not confront him as she only wanted to please him. There was no point in disagreement as if conflicted with her burning desire to relieve him of all the burden of debate or decision that he dealt with every day in his busy work life. Her mouth was open, but the words of protest were instinctively replaced with a simple few words:

“I am sorry Sir, can I please make it up to you?” her eyes now low and the fear she had of being caught started to transform into a deep desire to serve. She despised the thought of not completing a task, regardless if the instructions were clear or not.

“Finish undressing and put your clothes on the table” he slid his chair back to give her room to move closer. Her position now directly opposite the door with the large table in-between.

She unclasped her bra and then quickly wiggled her panties down her legs, not rising until she had also unlaced and removed her heels. She reached around and gathered all her clothes and put them on the center of the conference room table. She then rose to stand straight and put her hands behind her neck in a pose for inspection. Her perfectly rounded chest still rising and falling quickly showing her accelerated heartbeat. Her dark nipples at the center of her tan lines perky and aroused. Her pussy now so wet she felt he could see the moisture. Her eyes directed forward as she stood still at his mercy, craving his touch.

He stood up and put his hand on her chin directing her mouth up to his for another passionate kiss. She knew little about how her submission fed life to his soul. Little about how her responses to his words empowered him into the strong man that he was seen as on the outside. His other hand moved between her legs and cupped her entrance as the kiss slowly concluded. His mouth pulling at her lip playfully as his face retreated. One hand holding her chin while the other grinded her entrance confirming the wetness of his now eager and submitted Jewel. She no longer feared the opening of the door, she no longer even knew she was at work. She only knew she wanted to please this man.

As he retreated from the kiss his eyes remained on hers feeling the glow of her soul. His hand on her chin turned her head then guided her to face the door with her thighs pressed to the edge of the conference table. He then moved his lower hand from her moist entrance and glided it around to the small of her back and then trailed it up her spine to the back of her neck which his large hand easily wrapped around. He guided her to bend over the table feeling her breath leave as she realized her tits were about to be pressed to the cold surface. She leaned over it and his hand pressed harder mashing her tits to it causing a light whimper as her body felt the shock of the cold. His other hand then moved under her backside again cupping her moist entrance as he leaned forward to kiss the small of her back.

“Spread your legs, my dear” he spoke after a trail of kisses up her spine.

She spread her legs proudly as the motions created a chill up her spine. Her breathing now audible and loud enough that someone passing by the room might hear it. Fuck she was so hot like this, his cock was stirring under his slacks, his breathing was fast but he kept his composure. Kept his primal desire to fuck her like a beast at bay, for now. Instead he raised an open hand and then crashed it town on her left ass cheek making a loud spanking noise.

“Oouch..” she whimpered more out of surprise than pain.

He then rubbed her ass cheek as he spoke to her, “If you want my cock inside you, then you will take ten spankings for your failure at your task” his hand rose again.

“Please Sir…please “she whimpered now completely obedient to his control. Her eyes glazed over in her loving kıbrıs escort submission of her Sir.

SMACK, the second hand slammed down creating a noise loud enough that the receptionist was likely to hear it.

“Yes, Sir…thank you…” her voice was trembling with a mixture of emotion. The sting, the excitement, the pure desire to be the focus of his dominance.

SMACK, SMACK , SMACK- both cheeks now turning red from his large hand slapping down. His other hand remaining on the center of her back keeping her tits mashed to the surface of the table. Her arms flailed out above her being sure not to push back.

“Ahh..Sir…” her pussy dripping down her leg as her body was overcome with pleasure of this submission.

SMACK SMACK SMACK he lost count of the spanking as his own arousal was bursting at the seams, he had to have her. He could not wait any longer as he yanked at his belt and quickly opened his pants. His cock sprung out rubbing on her leg as he moved behind her in a frantic lust. He spanked her one more time as incentive to open her legs wider as his cock pushed under her. The rigid veins of his shaft now rubbing between her soaked pussy lips. He leaned over as his mouth groaned into her ear to drive her arousal even further with his dirty words…

“My little office slut ready to be fucked?”

“Please Sir, Please Sir” she now whimpered so loud he thought of hushing her quieter.

Instead, he reached across the table grabbing her panties and moved them to her mouth. She opened wide and allowed them to be inserted at the exact same time he guided his puffy head between the pussy lips he was teasing. Ughhh… he grinded deep inside her moist entrance and held without movement.

His hips then drew back and slammed forward again driving deep with force but moving slowly as her warm velvet walls held his throbbing cock. He leaned over her and continued to tease her senses with his words,

“Imagine if your boss walked in right now…Imagine what he would think seeing you naked, gagged, and stuffed with my hard cock.”

She whimpered as the words pushed her arousal over the edge. She had his love, his devotion, his protection, and guidance but oh fuck, how she also loved to be treated like his little slut, his little fucktoy. Her body tightened and convulsed as her pussy erupted flooding his cock and spraying onto the floor of the room. He responded by pulling back and driving in now fucking with speed and fury. In out in out in out in out.

He arched his back as his hips continued to slap into her ass cheeks making a loud noise as his cock plowed into her repeatedly. His balls slapping into her with every frantic thrust as he drove himself closer and closer to eruption. Her body pinned to the table, now sweating, and flexed. His legs were firm as he assaulted her with thrust after thrust. The large conference table creaking from the pressure, closer…closer…closer..oh fuck…

Finally, his head tilted back, his mouth opened up as he let out a muffled groan as he pulled his cock out of her and gripped it with hand , stroked with speed as it burst and launched a hot load all over her ass and back with a series of streams. AHHHHHHH

Her back arched feeling the hot wave and then her pussy let loose another rush of fluid as she came again locking up her muscles and then tingling her entire body from head to toe, she moaned into the now soaked panties that were shoved into her mouth. Her mind completely mush, her hands clenched and toes curled as the waves continued as he stood over her panting for his own air to calm his racing heart as his cock leaked further drops on her.

He then leaned over her and pulled the panties from her mouth replacing them with a warm and sensual kiss. His hand reaching to her back and scooping up his seed preparing to feed it to her after the kiss. How she loved to taste him. How she needed to taste him.

He touched her back gently and kissed the back of her neck then smiled to her while hiding away his exploded cock back into his slacks.

He gathered up her clothes and held them as he leaned to her for one more kiss as she sank to her knees still recovering from the intense quickie.

“Are you mine and will you do anything for me?” he asked knowing the answer but craving to hear the answer as often as possible.

She nodded and opened her mouth to speak but still too heated to get her vocal cords to work well.

“Good, then you will understand this final part of your punishment” he stated as he took her pile of clothes and then opened the conference door. “Your clothes will be with the receptionist; I will see you tonight.”

With that he disappeared into hallway leaving the conference door open and driving a hot fear into his exhibitionist sub that had cum drying on her back. She panicked as she realized the receptionist would now be an insider to their secret meeting. Her heart raced as her naked body rose to her feet and she poked her head out the door. Would she run down the hall and grab them. Would she call to her and ask for help. She took a deep breath and took one step with her barefoot onto the cold tile of the hallway.

What should she do?

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It was a warm, sunny early October Sunday. Like many other Sundays, I was in the main hall of Beta house with a few of my Sigma Zeta Lota sisters, having just watched a football game with the boys of our brother faternity, Beta Delta Nu.

That particular Sunday, however, I was completely naked. Just me. There were ten of my sorority sisters there and about 30 Beta boys and, aside from all of them having clothes on, they were all looking at me. More than that, they were all cheering and celebrating the fact that I’d just had to strip off all my clothes.

Technically, getting naked was all I had to do to meet the terms of the bet. Unfortunately, Beta house was now in possession of all of my clothes and Megan had been in charge of negotiating what they could require me to do to get my clothes back. Much of the cheering and celebrating was no doubt because they all had a good idea of what they were about to make me do. I just stood there doing my best to cover myself with my hands, blushing with intense embarrassment.

While I’d been stripping, I’d been standing and everyone else had been sitting. Now everyone got up and moved about.

Megan and Conrad were moving away from the chairs toward the main entrance-way and motioned for me to follow them.

As I started walking, someone behind me said, “oh yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” I’d stripped while facing everyone and, whereas I was covering my tits and pussy with my hands, everyone had a full, unobstructed view of my nudity from behind. Unsurprisingly, the first order of business for everyone was to get a good look at my naked ass.

They whistled, they catcalled and they hooted.

I had to wait for it to quiet down a bit before I could ask Conrad, “please, what do I have to do to get my clothes back.” I continued blushing and tried to tune out the many pithy phrases, all the high-fiving and grunts of appreciation coming from all around me. “Are you going to make me beg?”

“They can’t MAKE you do anything,” Megan said stepping forward, “but we’ve agreed on triple enfasis so you’ll be given instructions. It’s your choice to follow those instructions or not. If you don’t follow them, they can’t keep you here naked all week, so I’ve agreed that, if you still haven’t earned your clothes by the end of the night tonight, we’ll take you home and then Sigma house will deliver you back here stark naked next Friday night with the party in full swing and see if you’ll follow the instructions then.”

“You guys are monsters,” I said.

With the tiniest of shrugs, Megan continued. “Conrad asked if I could help with the third level of enfasis because we seniors have only talked about it before now, it’s never actually been done. So, I made some calls and it’s all set up for you. I think he wants to start with that one.”

“Thanks Megan,” Conrad said. “And thanks Ricky! You’ll forever be remembered for being a pioneer as the first girl to be triply enfasized.” Then he turned to Megan. “Since you set it up, do you want to go ahead and explain what Ricky needs to do?”

“Sure,” Megan smiled at him then turned her attention to me. Everyone else had crowded around and were listening. “First, let’s get rid of that ponytail holder. You’ll want your hair hanging loose.”

I let Megan remove it from my hair, then she waved over a Beta boy who was holding a small tray. She took a sheet from the tray and I saw that it was a temporary tattoo.

“Turn around. We’ve got to give you a tramp stamp.” Megan said getting a big laugh. “It’s great that you don’t have any real tats.”

Wondering what the hell this was about, I let Sandy put a temporary tattoo on either side of my lower back. They were symmetrically opposite flowers and, once they were on, she said, “wow. They look like real ones.”

They also put a some around my ankles and on my arms.

“Why on earth do I need fake tattoos?” I asked. “What are you going to make me do?”

Megan looked at me calmly, “We need you to put on a costume.” Seeing my confusion, she added, “no, these tattoos aren’t part of the costume.”

I looked around. “What kind of costume?”

“I actually have no idea what kind of costume it is. Our friends at Omega Tau Delta have said that they have one that they think will work perfectly. The costume is intended to hide your identity.” Megan gave a smug smile. She was loving this. “And, well, only your identity.”

Great! Now it wasn’t only Beta house and some of my sisters from Sigma house that would witness my humiliation, they’d invited some Omega girls too. It wasn’t fair.

Omega house was two doors down from our house on Sorority Row. The girls of Omega house weren’t exactly our friends. They weren’t the snootiest sorority, but they were a close second. Sigma house was the least snooty, which meant that the others, especially Omega house, regularly referred to us as trailer trash.

I learned later that Megan had a good friend from high school at Omega house, and she’d apparently used kilis escort that connection to set things up.

“They’re bringing it here?” I asked. “Please tell me that you haven’t invited any of those bitches to watch.”

“No, none of them will be bringing the costume here.” Megan was barely able to contain how much fun she was having. “You’re going to have to knock on their door and politely ask them to borrow it.”

“How am I supposed to get there?”

“Well, it’ll be 5:30 soon so there’s probably a few cars and people walking about. I expect you’ll run as fast as you can.”

I suddenly understood the whole evil plan. They wanted me to streak from Beta house to Omega house. In broad daylight. A ton of guys living on Fraternity Row knew my name, and there were many girls on Sorority Row that would easily recognize my face. The distance was about a quarter mile so I’d have to get to Omega house as fast as I could, hoping to get there before I was recognized or worse, permanently captured by anyone fast enough to get their phone out and press record. When I got there I’d be going on faith that, one, Omega house would open the door and let me in, two, Omega house had a costume that would hide my identity and, three, Omega house would let me put on that costume for my streak back. On the way back, I’d be in whatever embarrassing costume they had for me, probably still showing my tits or, dear god, a lone ranger costume with ass-less chaps or something, and by then people would have heard that there’s a streaker out so I’d have an audience. But at least the costume would prevent onlookers from identifying me.

Seeing that I was putting the puzzle pieces together, Megan asked me for the third time that day, “do you trust me?”

I was about to ask if I had a choice, but reminding myself that Megan could probably still make this worse for me, I answered, “Yes, Megan.”

“Just to be clear, you have to get to Omega house, put on the costume and come back here. If you try to detour to Sigma house, you will find that you are locked out.”

“Do I get to put on my shoes?” Being barefoot was going to slow me down.

“Nope. You leave here exactly as you are now.” Megan said. “And so that nobody misses the show, I’ve got an emergency message cued up to send out on the NC Tech All Greek notification app. It says exactly what you’d expect.” Megan read from her phone, “Streaking Alert! A girl who lost a bet has to run naked from Beta house to Omega house and then back again some minutes later. Enjoy the show responsibly. If you recognize this girl, please don’t include her name or any identifying features in any photo or video of her that you post online. She is on her way!”

My heart started pounding again and as I stood in the middle of the Beta house main hall without a stitch of clothing on, with more than 40 gleeful onlookers gawping at me and reveling in my plight, I started to bob up and down a little. Adrenaline was surging in me.

It seemed way too cruel for them force me to actually go through with this, but having gone to the Friday night parties for a year, I believed that they weren’t bluffing. And based on how my instinct of defiance had worked out so far that day, if I didn’t do as I was told it would undoubtedly just get worse.

I needed some time to think.

“With bare feet, I figure you can still make it to Omega house in well under 2 minutes,” Megan said calmly while tapping her phone. “So I’m going to send the emergency message in 60 seconds.”

“What? From now?” I couldn’t get there in 60 seconds, so everyone in every house between here and there would be getting that message while I was still en route. I would have screamed, but I didn’t have time.

Megan was looking at her phone “56… 55…”

They gave me no time to beg or negotiate, no time to try to plan or prepare myself. Abandoning my effort to cover tits and pussy with my hands, I ran to the front door, flung it open and sprinted outside. The neighborhood was bathed in the golden sunlight of early evening as I ran down the front steps of Beta house to the street. I understood that the tattoos and taking my ponytail out was intended to make me harder to recognize, but what about my face? I held my hands up, far enough in front of my face that I could see the ground in front of me, but hopefully close enough to obstruct a clear view of my face.

There was one car driving along Fraternity Row. They saw me right away and honked. So much for going unnoticed. The car was fortunately not going the same direction as I needed to go, but the effect of the honk was that the dozen or so people walking on the street within earshot glanced over and saw me. As soon as I made it to the sidewalk, I immediately turned left and started sprinting as fast as I could in bare feet. There were a couple of guys across the street and a few doors down. One pointed and yelled, “hey, there’s a streaker coming out of Beta house!”. The other one kırklareli escort said, “oh yeah! And she’s cute!”. Two other guys got to see me close up when I had to dodge past them on the sidewalk.

I could see through my fingers that there was a guy right in front of me holding a camera up to his face. As I dashed past him, I heard the telltale whine of the Polaroid. It was Lee. No doubt he’d be getting another shot of me from behind.

This wasn’t some sleepy residential neighborhood. This was Fraternity Row, so the people out and about were college students, mostly frat boys and their pals who spent a great deal of time thinking about naked girls. They were unsurprisingly very happy to see me. I saw cellphones come out into hands. I could tell that some guys were breaking into a run not wanting the fabulous fleeting show I was giving them to end. I prayed that the inevitable pictures would be blurry and that nobody would be able to get a good shot of me before I left them behind.

I can run faster than most people and I ran faster that day than I think I’ve ever run before, despite my bare feet.

It seemed like I was running forever and my breath was getting ragged, but I was running up the front stairs at Omega house about one and a half minutes later.

I pounded on the door and rang the bell 3 times in succession. “Please, let me in!”

With my peripheral vision, I could see people emerging from the houses up and down the street. I could hear the beginning of a commotion. Megan’s emergency message had been received.

After what seemed an eternity, a voice came over the camera doorbell, “Hello. Please state your name and business.”

I leaned close and whispered, “it’s Patricia Johnson of Sigma house. I’m here to borrow a costume. Please let me in!” At least one person was already recording me from the street, so even though I wasn’t aware of it at the time, I saw the video online later. My extreme desperation along with my bare feet being quite sore from sprinting had me doing a little dance, alternately lifting each foot. It just made for an even better show for the growing number of spectators watching me from behind.

“It’s the Sigma streaker slut that Josie’s friend Megan asked us to help,” said the voice.

A different voice came over the speaker, “the one that was so drunk and stupid that she got tricked out of all her clothes by Beta house?”

I knew there’d be many cameras on me by then, so I kept my hands up on either side of my face. “Yup, that’s me. Can you please, please just let me in?” I begged.

“She sounds nervous,” the second voice said. “Do you see anyone else out there?”

“Yes,” said the first voice. “There appear to be several people at the bottom of our stairs holding cell phones.”

“Okay, I guess we’d better let her in. But stay behind the door, you don’t want to be in the background of any photos of her.”

With that, the door creaked open and I immediately pushed my way in. “Thank you! Thank you!” I gushed.

Omega house is laid out much like Sigma house. Instead of a huge main hall, there are a few large, interconnecting rooms with large doors so the space can be opened up for bigger events.

I was led into the first room on the left off the entrance hall. There were eight Omega girls who turned and looked at me as I walked in. I knew all the girls and they were all looking at me in disgust. I immediately tried to cover my tits and pussy with my hands and started blushing intensely.

The doorbell rang. It was Lee with the Polaroid camera. He said he’d just take some pictures of me and wouldn’t say a word otherwise, so they let him in. I noticed that a couple of the girls had their cellphones out and were no doubt recording the whole thing.

“Well we don’t want this trailer trash here any longer than she has to be,” said Kat, one of the Omega seniors who I now recognized as the second voice over the doorbell. “We have a costume for her right, Josie?”

“Yes, Kat,” said one of the other girls, “I think you’ll find it to be very appropriate.”

“Well I agreed to this,” Kat made a dismissive motion of her hand toward me while addressing Josie, “because you and your trailer trash friend have assured me that it will be entertaining.”

“Yes Kat. I assure you, it will.” Josie must have been a freshman or sophomore as she spoke with exaggerated deference.

“Just be sure that she doesn’t sit down anywhere,” Kat said. “We don’t want any stains.”

This was already supremely awful and I’d only just got there. It kept getting worse because other Omega girls were arriving. They opened up the big folding doors to the next room and formed an audience off to one side.

Josie brought out some bunny ears and some plastic teeth with two huge chompers in front.

I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I looked at her and said, “um, I don’t think this is enough to prevent people from recognizing me.”

“Oh silly me, karabük escort there’s also a mask that goes over your eyes. It has a little bunny nose with whiskers. This should prevent people from recognizing your face.”

Josie held up a mask.

“But since you’re a Sigma,” she continued, “it’s not enough to hide your face. Every other boy who sees you will recognize you as soon as they see your bare ass.” The girls all laughed.

That was the kind of insult that, under different circumstances, I’d have leapt on her and pulled her hair out.

Being stark naked in their house, not to mention the fact that they could simply toss me out without any costume, I just stood there and fumed.

Josie went on, “so if you decide to take the mask, we’re going to insist that you also wear this.” She handed me a ball of white fur.

I looked at it, confused. I saw that it had a bolt sticking out of it. Then Josie opened a box containing rounded cones in different sizes. Each one had a little stem and base.

“Just to be clear,” Josie said, “these were a joke gift to the Sorority. They have never been used.”

I stood there staring at them. I knew what they were, but my brain was resisting telling me what they were called and what they were used for. It was like when you see someone you’ve met before, but you can’t remember where and you can’t remember their name.

“Tell me a trailer trash Sigma slut who just streaked here completely naked in broad daylight knows what a butt plug is.” Josie had her hand to her mouth holding back her laughter.

The other girls in the room started laughing. It is no fun being laughed at while stark naked, especially when the people laughing have you in the palm of their hand.

“I know that these are butt plugs,” I said defensively, blushing even more intensely than before if that was possible. “Why are you showing them to me?”

Josie took the fur ball from me and picked up a medium sized plug. “You pick the plug that fits and you screw the tail into it. And there you go, you have a disguise worthy of even the most notorious and recognizable bottom.”

“You want me leave here wearing the bunny tail with a plug in my…?” It’s not that what she was saying was hard to understand, I just couldn’t believe it.

“In your butt. Yes.” Somehow, the way she blinked her eyes and smiled at me told me that I was incredibly immature and stupid. I heard the whine of another Polariod being printed. If my face conveyed anywhere near the humiliation that I felt at that moment, the picture would be a doozy.

It got worse. Our conversation proceeded like this:

Me: “I’m not going to wear a butt plug!”

Her: “Do you have anal sex often?”

Me: “No! And really, I’m not putting one of those things… in my bum.”

Her: “Have you ever had anal sex?”

Me: “No! But it’s none of your business and it doesn’t matter because I’m not going to wear your disgusting bunny tail!”

Her (to the girl now holding the box of butt plugs): “Screw in the beginner one.”

In a few minutes, I was holding in my hands the smallest of the butt plugs, which was now attached to the bunny tail, and a plastic bottle of lube.

“Go on! Put on the rest of your costume!” Josie said, meaning that I should insert the plug. “We’re kicking you out in five minutes and you can either be wearing the whole costume or you leave exactly how you arrived.”

I stood there not knowing what to do. I once again had a choice. I could leave without the costume, and streak past a large crowd of people, most of whom knew me and all of whom would have cellphones out to record every detail, or I could put in a bunny tail butt plug for the entertainment of Omega house. Both choices were really, really unpleasant, but only one was likely to live with me forever.

It wasn’t really a choice. “You want me to stand here in front of everyone and…?” I asked.

In hindsight, I don’t think anyone involved in making this plan had any experience with butt plugs. I certainly didn’t. A truly awful, awkward discussion concluded with the decision that I could use their washroom to perform the insertion. A girl I recognized as Rachel guided me there and coached me through the process. She’d obviously been unenthusiastic about letting everyone know that she had some experience with butt plugs, but her sympathy for my plight eventually won out.

Rachel told me to relax. Fat chance. My bum really didn’t want that thing in me. Getting it in required a few attempts and a lot of lube, but I was eventually successful.

“Are you ready?” Josie asked when I came back into the room.

Despite the foreign object jammed up inside me and the curious sensation of the furry ball against my skin, I did my best to clear my head and tried to mentally prepare myself to move as fast as I could. I knew that there’d be a crowd out there. The butt plug seemed fairly secure but I figured I’d be moving more like a speed walker than a runner. Still I could hopefully be back at Beta house in about 2 minutes.

“You look like you’re getting ready to run,” Josie said.

“I am.”

“But bunnies don’t run.” She again gave me that blinking, patient smile like she was talking to a five year old. “What do bunnies do?” The Omega girls all giggled.

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“Dr. Forqurean, your 3 PM mastopexy follow up with Kelly Pemberton is in exam room 1.”

Summer Forqurean looked up from behind her teak desk. “Thanks Jenny, I was just finishing reviewing my notes on her. I’ll see her in just a minute.”

Summer surveyed the New York City skyline as she looked out the window of her fifty second floor office. In contrast to the state-of-the-art clinical facilities and exam rooms down the hall, her office was finished in dark wood, opulent furnishings, and the walls were decorated with interesting and eclectic original artwork and tapestries.

Summer once again reflected on the fact that her successful practice was so very much at odds with the type of doctor she had once aspired to be.

Summer had grown up in a medium size midwestern college town. Her parents were both on the faculty at the university. They instilled in her a strong sense of social justice and responsibility to give back to society. As a teenager, and until her junior year of college, she had planned to work in family practice, to serve those in need in a community health service, or perhaps an ER. She wanted to spend part of each year in a third world country serving with Doctors Without Borders. For Summer, money had been far from the primary goal.

But those earlier goals had been decimated when her friends had betrayed and humiliated her in the worst possible way. Her dreams and goals had been transformed — she understood that money would be required if she were to be successful in achieving her new ambitions.

As Summer entered exam room 1 she greeted her patient, “Hi Kelly. How have you been? Everything feeling okay? Any lingering pain or numbness?”

“Hi Summer. Great! The mastopexy! Honestly, you are wizard! No wonder you’re getting so much work. My friends in the TriBeCa Women’s Club have all been raving about the touch and artistry of your work. I’m hoping you’ll be able to do my gluteal augmentation next. You’re certainly worth the extra money!”

Summer smiled brightly and her green eyes twinkled, gratified by her patient’s praise and enthusiasm. “Let’s have a look. It’s been twelve weeks so the healing should be sufficient to see whether we achieved the overall look and aesthetics we were after.”

As Kelly lowered the medical gown to her waist, Summer immediately began to examine her breasts with a critical eye. “The incisions have healed nicely — there won’t be any scarring. And most importantly, I think we were able to get the tighter shape and subtle uplift you wanted. “

“Yes. I’m so excited. They look the same as when I was twenty! After two kids I didn’t think that would be possible. They look..perky, I guess is the word. They look perky again but still large enough.”

“Well, it was easy. You’re still young. You’re only thirty-eight.”

“I can’t say enough about you and your work. And your bedside manner. So wonderful. It’s nice to have work done by a woman plastic surgeon. And you’re so professional but also so approachable. The other doctors I’ve tried have been so formal. It’s refreshing to have someone that really understands us.”

Summer indeed prided herself on listening carefully to her clients so that she could do her best to match each patient’s vision. She had rapidly acquired an expanding loyal and devoted following of clients in her NYC office and was starting to similarly gain clients in her newer clinic in Los Angeles. If anything, she had to limit the number of women she worked on, which enabled her to charge a premium for her services. Her clientele was composed exclusively of wealthy women who were able and anxious to pay for her services out of pocket.

“The breast lift looks excellent, Kelly. Let’s schedule another checkup appointment for six months, but if you have any concerns in the meantime, give our clinic a call. Also, since it’s been about three months since the mastopexy, we can schedule the gluteal augmentation for anytime that works with your schedule. You’re still looking to enhance both roundness and firmness — is that correct?”

“Thanks Summer. Yes, that will be perfect. I’m excited. I’ll talk to Jenny about scheduling. It’s so nice to be able to call my doctor by her first name. It makes you seem like a friend. Well, I do consider you to be a friend. I hope you consider my offer to have me sponsor you for our women’s club.”

—

Camden Tallis sat at the window of the restaurant looking out at the Central Park. She was used to large cities now, after going to college in Boston, and now working in the city. She still often missed Virginia where she grew up, and the easy access to nature. “The park is nice,” she thought. “But it’s still crowded.”

“Hi Cam. Sorry I’m late. I got a bit behind at the clinic.”

“That’s okay Sum, I know how busy you are,” Camden Tallis smiled at Summer. “It gave me a chance to relax and enjoy looking at all the people across the way in the park. I was able to get this nice window seat for lunch. I already ordered for you. I know gebze escort what you usually order.”

Sunlight fell obliquely across the table, partially illuminating the dark wood floor and exposed brick wall of the restaurant.

“Anyhow, Brennan is even later than you. She just texted to let me know she’ll be here in fifteen minutes. And Courtney can’t make it today. Something came up with the startup she’s trying to fund.”

“Well, that’s typical,” replied Summer. “It’s hard for the NYC contingent of the Zeta crew to make it to our weekly lunch. We’re all so overcommitted.”

Since moving to the city together following college, Summer, Camden, Brennan Bjorklund, and Courtney Rothschild, all alumna of Zeta Mu Xi sorority had started a weekly lunch get together. They all did their best to attend.

“Hey, speaking of the Zeta crew, I just spoke with Aubrey today,” Camden said.

“Is she still enjoying China? I still wish she would have opted for the position here in the city instead. The entire Zeta crew could have moved together to the same place.

“She likes it there. She says her Mandarin has improved so much that it’s almost passable. She’ll be coming back later this year for my wedding. I’m excited to see her.”

“So how are you and Marc doing?”

“We’re good — well, better than good,” Camden beamed. He’s still climbing the ladder at the law firm. I can’t believe we’re going to get married in a few months. It’s really happening this time. We were on and off for so long but the last couple of years have been amazing.”

Summer looked deeply into Cam’s large brown, innocent looking eyes, her face attractively framed by her straight blond hair.

“Yes, I remember helping you get through some difficult times with Marc back in college. We both had guy problems at the same time. We helped each other through.”

Camden looked away from Summer and down at the table. She still questioned why she had done what she did back then. She hadn’t intended to ruin things between Summer and her boyfriend. Courtney and Brennan had been responsible for that. But Camden knew she played a part in what happened. She still felt guilty about it. She was nonetheless glad that Summer had never found out about her role.

“Yes, those were challenging times. I’m still sorry it didn’t work out with Ethan.”

“Well, that’s ancient history now.” Though she did her best to suppress it, a frown fleeted across Summer’s face as she thought about her attempt to reconnect and reforge her relationship with Ethan when they were in college. What the two of them had was, at first, so pure and simple. That had all ended when her intimate selfies had surfaced — when she had made the incorrect assumption that Ethan was to blame — when his emotions (and hers) were sullied by his involvement with Courtney. They had both been rendered jaded and cynical by the experience. Their innocence had been hijacked and there had been no going back.

“Do you think you’ll ever get married Sum?”

“I’m not sure but it’s not my highest priority now. My work keeps me busy. And I have other goals.”

“Yeah, you and your work,” said Brennan Bjorklund walking up behind Summer’s chair. Brennan leaned down and gave Summer a quick hug around her shoulders from behind, then went to the other side of the table. Camden rose and the two friends hugged each other.

“Sorry I’m late. The director wanted to go through the opening scene one more time — she’s such a stickler for details.”

“That’s okay. I was late, too,” said Summer. “But Cam knew what we wanted and ordered for both of us — we must be getting too predictable. And Courtney can’t make it today.”

“So I didn’t’ mean to interrupt, Sum. You were talking about your work, right? How’s the plastic surgery business?”

“I have more business than I can handle, and the new clinic in LA has a good start as well.”

“It still seems so bizarre to me that you’re a plastic surgeon,” said Camden. “I wouldn’t have predicted it. And specializing in cosmetic surgery. You have all these wealthy women. It’s just so…”

“You think I’ve lost my way?”

“No, not exactly.”

“You’re surprised because I’m making so much money and I’m not helping underprivileged people?”

Camden looked at Summer questioningly, her silence an obvious affirmative.

“You’re right Cam. I found that my priorities changed. Not everything revolves around my work. But I realized that I would need money, as well as perseverance, for projects outside my work that are very important to me. So I’ve made my decisions accordingly.”

“Really? Outside projects? That’s interesting,” replied Brennan, her blue eyes curious. “What sort of projects?”

Summer smiled. “Projects very close to my heart. I’m hoping to begin all three soon.”

“Is it something we can help with, Sum?” asked Camden.

“I can imagine it becoming crucial to have your involvement eventually. Thanks for offering. I don’t mean to be mysterious gümüşhane escort but, for now, my ambitions have to remain personal. But if I succeed you’ll know.”

“I have confidence in you Sum.”

“Yes, me too,” chimed in Brennan.

Summer smiled at them. “I’m so lucky the two of you are my friends. You’re both so beautiful.”

—

Summer stood in front of the bedroom mirror of her apartment studying her image. Her reflected bright green eyes stared back at her. Her expression was indecipherable.

“Yes, I’ve changed,” she acknowledged to herself. “But I didn’t have a choice.”

In the immediate aftermath of the trauma that her friends had instigated when they were back at Zeta she hoped that, over time, it would be possible to recover and return to herself — her old self.

“But the humiliation continued,” she reminded herself. Although the frequency of reminders, from intrusive emails, or unsolicited crude face-to-face comments about her selfies from strangers had lessened over time, they had not stopped.

Just last week she had received a typical disturbing email from a stranger commenting on her…, “Christ, I might as well just say it, my tits, ass, and pussy,” she thought, glaring at herself in the mirror, chastising herself yet again for her lapse in judgement.

“At least now I’m hardened and don’t fall to pieces like I used to. But I’m still damaged.”

“And on top of all that they sadistically destroyed what I had with Ethan — they intentionally let me believe that Ethan was responsible for hurting me. And then Courtney put in the final sword.” The idea of Courtney seducing her boyfriend and the vividness of her imagined image, of Ethan coupling with Courtney, elicited jealousy that was, at first, almost impossible to bear. It still deeply burned her when she thought about it.

“How could they ever have done all that to me? I had been so kind to them.” she asked herself, the central, long-standing question rising in her mind yet again.

“I genuinely thought they were my friends. And after they thought they got away with it, they just went on as if nothing had happened, pretended to support me, as if they cared about me.”

She conceded to herself that, at least superficially, they had acted as her friends and continued to do so even now.

“And I suppose I’ve also been able to keep up the ruse, pretending not to know what happened.”

At first it had been difficult to even look at her friends, her amalgamation of anger and despair had been so acutely painful. But her friends had made the assumption that her withdrawn demeanor and reticence was not targeted at them but simply arose from the humiliation she had been made to endure — that it was merely taking time for her to recover.

And it had become easier for Summer to keep up the deception over the course of a few years. She now even found herself often enjoying their company though she had made a vow to herself never to forget.

Summer thought about the schemes she had devised for Brennan, Courtney, and Camden. Plans that had taken time and creativity to formulate but, with the money and resources from her practice, plans that had finally become feasible and that had begun to coalesce.

As she thought about the specifics of what she would be attempting, a shadow of doubt crossed her mind.

She looked at her image in the mirror and asked herself, “Am I a sociopath?”

It troubled her to think the answer could be yes.

“Well, I wasn’t always this way. If that’s what I’ve become, then it’s easy to see what caused it and who was responsible.”

She hoped that her plans would bring resolution enabling her to regain herself. She had trouble remembering what it was to be the generous, luminous person she had been back at Zeta house before her friends’ treachery, or what it had felt like to admire the inner and exterior beauty of her flawed friends.

—

Brennan Bjorklund hopped off the shallow studio stage at the gym in her full-length black tights and yellow bra top and made her way through the dispersing class to Summer and Courtney Rothschild. As she strode athletically toward the back of the room, her full-length tights accentuated her long, well-toned legs. She was accompanied by choruses of, “Thanks Brennan! Good class Bren! That was a tough one,” from the class participants.

“How’d you like the class,” she smiled expectantly at Summer and Courtney.

“That was excellent Bren. I got such a good work out. You’re so energetic,” said Summer.

“Yeah, I didn’t think martial arts-based group exercise would do it for me, but I’ve changed my mind,” Courtney added.

Brennan laughed and glanced at herself in the mirror, “Wow. I better cover up. I didn’t realize you could see quite so much through my top.”

“Yeah, right,” thought Summer. “As if you hadn’t had the chance to look at yourself while you were standing in the front of a completely mirrored studio for izmir escort an entire hour.”

The three friends sat down in the athletic club café and sipped smoothies, something that had become part of their post-workout routine.

“It’s terrific that the two of you come to my classes. It’s so much fun seeing friendly faces and having some extra time with you afterwards.”

“Aren’t you finding it tough to work the group exercise gig into your rehearsal schedule and theater performances?” asked Summer.

Brennan took her medium-length wavy blond hair out of her high ponytail, started to wrap it in a circular motion on top of her head as if she was going to pin it up, and then let it fall naturally over her shoulders. She looked at Summer seriously with her bright blue eyes.

“Well, it’s important for me to do cardio and strength training. It helps me on stage. Also, I need the money. I’m still taking dance as well so that I can be versatile enough to perform in musicals. That part’s not difficult for me since I’ve taken dance since I was little. But I still have to pay for it.”

“What about your trust fund, or some kind of help from your family? I know your parents have a lot of money.”

“I’m not lucky like Courtney. My parents are still against my decision to pursue an acting career, so they revised the conditions and delayed access to my trust fund. They don’t understand how serious I am about the stage. It’s true that I haven’t had any lead parts yet. But I just know I’ll get my break soon. They’ll have to come around eventually after I make it big. They still think that I’m just going through a phase.”

“You have what it takes Bren,” Courtney said encouragingly.

“Yes, I really enjoyed your last performance in that off Broadway play. I thought you were one of the strongest members of the cast,” said Summer.

“Thanks you guys. I appreciate it.”

“And actually, I don’t have access to my trust fund yet either Bren,” said Courtney. But my dad has been fronting me money to help me get started as an Angel Investor for biotech startup companies. But he expects me to pay him back.

“Hey, isn’t that the guy you’ve been seeing, Bren?” Courtney asked as she noticed a tall fit looking guy of about thirty quickly walk past. “Why didn’t he stop to say ‘hi’?”

“Yeah, that’s Ben. He’s a personal trainer here. But I broke it off with him a couple days ago. It was never very serious. Or he wanted to be serious but I didn’t. He has the looks and is athletic but doesn’t have much to offer beyond that. Now he’s pissed off at me for breaking up with him — he’ll recover.”

“You’ve haven’t had many boyfriends since I’ve known you, Bren” Summer remarked. “None of them ever seem to be very serious. Why is that? Are you looking for something particular in a guy?”

“That’s right Sum, I’ve only had four. One in college, and three since. Really, I’ve never been serious about any of them. Guess I must be picky. Or let’s call it discerning — that sounds better,” Brennan replied laughing. “Also, I’ve been so focused on my goal of being an actor. I haven’t found anyone that really understands what that means to me.”

“So what is it that you’re really looking for in a guy?” Summer inquired. “I’ve noticed that all of your boyfriends are athletic — is that what’s most important to you?”

“No one has asked me that before, Sum,” Brennan replied smiling. “But yes, I do have strong ideas about what it would take for me to really be serious about someone.

“Of course it’s a given that he would have to understand how determined I am about being an actor and performer, accept me for who I am and not stand in my way.

“And I suppose you’re right about the physical type I’m attracted to — fitness and athleticism is important to me. I need someone that can keep up with the energy level and fitness that I’ve achieved from dance and group exercise.

“It would also be nice to be with someone who has a strong sense of adventure. I meet so many guys who just want a plain life — that’s so boring. I’m looking for someone who’s not afraid to take a few chances. Someone who wants to push the boundaries and really experience what life has to offer.

“A last thing, and I know this sounds obnoxious, but I want someone who understands my background, someone who can identify with me.”

Summer saw Courtney nodding in agreement. “What does that mean?” asked Summer.

“Well, I’m scraping by right now, but eventually that will change. I’ll have access to my parent’s money — my trust fund. I grew up with so many advantages. It’s important for me to be with someone who understands what that means. Someone of my background.”

Summer wasn’t entirely sure what Brennan meant, but she nodded in agreement anyway.

“Oh, and after all that, there’s the intangible part,” Brennan laughed. “Chemistry. And who knows what that will take. I’m pretty sure I’ve ever really been in love. That’s why I haven’t been serious about anyone yet.” she laughed. “I’m quite the demanding girl.”

“Yes, that’s a challenging list of requirements,” Summer responded, smiling across the table at Brennan.

Brennan smiled back.

“Challenging, but not impossible,” Summer thought. “I’ll see if I can help you find what you’re looking for.”

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Kiran joined the IIT in a southern Indian state with the usual lofty dreams of a middle-class Indian. He had to leave his hometown to another state but he was more than happy to do it. The IITs almost guaranteed a placement in a massive 7-figure Indian income and this was the only career path for him. His father had passed away 6 years ago and his mother worked multiple jobs to support his studies. His grades, always top-notch ensured that he got a 90% scholarship which was the only way he felt he could repay his mother who struggled everyday for him.

However, his mother’s love was not a typical love either. It was tough, very tough. Since she worked multiple jobs, the housework fell fully on him. She expected her house to be spotless. Her toilets to be sparkling and all vegetables cut so that she could relax once she got home. The relaxing included Kiran to stop anything that he was doing and massage her feet. Kiran, however, felt no shame and happily obliged. Earlier, once he massaged her feet, she would beckon him and he would follow her around like a puppy hoping she did not find even a small mistake. However, over time, she recognised how efficient he was and stopped it. The day he left for college, 4 months after he turned 18, he was given a pep talk by his mother.

“You will be bullied. You are a scrawny nerd. While you are incredible in studies, you have no physical strength and bad at sports. And, here’s the kicker. Don’t expect any help from me. Let me tell you, the kids who tattle to their parents are the ones who are bullied the worst. The only good solution for you is to find a decent bully and befriend him/her. They might still torment you but will ensure that no one else will harm you.”

And, that is what he had done. He had quickly identified the two strongest and worst bullies in class. Madhura and Lakshmi.

Both were Karate Tae Kwan Do purple belts and they quickly picked on him. They forced him to do insulting things. They made him walk around squawking like a chicken and he did it. His mom’s overbearing ways had left him with no shame. They made him stand on a toilet and the only discomfort he showed was with the smell. The crowd laughed and cheered. But, watching Kiran silent and expressionless slowly changed them. The biggest thrill for a bully was to see their victims cry and Kiran showed no van escort such emotion. He simply appeared bored. They took it up a notch and followed it up by forcing him to the same things in his underwear. Still, nothing. Madhura and Lakshmi whistled inwardly.

The next day they came to him with a proposition. Both their parents were rich. Super-rich. They had not raised a finger around the house their whole lives. Now, in the college hostel, the story changed. They had to clean their beds themselves. They had to wash their own clothes. The hostel warden, a scary strong woman who had been a former boxer was very partisan with women. However, she would not allow them to be slobs. So, they came to him. He was to be their servant, no slave. And they would protect him. In fact, when he had run afoul of Avinash the previous day, they had helped him. Even outnumbered 2 against 6 boys, they were no match for them. The girls bashed them up and Kiran was happy to be their slave. That evening, he moved in with them. However, he had no idea he was getting more than he bargained for.

The first thing he was a suitcase. It was just as big as the one he had but of course, far more sophisticated. It had a combo lock and was a foreign branded one.

Madhura spoke to him. After she had bolted the door.

“That is for your clothes!”

Kiran froze. This was not what he signed up for.

“What do you mean?” He asked, timidly.

“You have two options. You can keep two sets of clothes, put the rest of your clothes in that suitcase. We will lock it up. The remaining two sets of clothes goes on that stand.” She said, pointing to a stand.

“But, in that case, I will be naked. Please, I can’t-” He started when Lakshmi cut in.

“We are not done, yet. That will be 5 spanks for speaking out of turn.”

Kiran shut his mouth and stared at them with horror.

“Yes, you will be naked. You are our slave. Our slaves don’t wear clothes.”

Kiran shivered in fear but forced himself to be quiet.

“You will be naked inside this dorm room. For outside, you can wear alternate the two sets of clothes for the rest of the year.”

Kiran finally opened his mouth. “What is the other option?”

“We strip you forcefully, put all your clothes in that suitcase and kick you out, butt naked. We will also yalova escort call Avinash and tell him you are no longer under our protection. Imagine what he would do to you.”

Kiran fell to their feet.

“Please, please, I will do anything.”

“Option A expires in 10… 9.. 8…”

Put on the spot, Kiran undressed. When he got to his boxers, however, he hesitated.

“Option B it is,” Madhura moved forward threateningly and Kiran lowered them.

Madhura fully intended to push him out, naked. However, she stopped once she saw him in the buff.

He was gigantic! Neither Madhura and Lakshmi were virgins. They were both 19 and had already had one-night stands. But, the man standing before, the shuddering, nervous, weakling was by far the largest they had ever seen. Even porn movie stars would be put to shame watching this. They were spellbound for a minute before looking up at him. At the sight of his tearful face, all their feelings went out the window and their faces went back to their usual contempt of him. Kiran, on his part hated being humiliated like this. But, he hated himself even more that he was fully erect.

Madhura regained her composure. “You disobeyed my command to strip. You hesitated when you reached your underwear. 5 smacks for each one.”

Kiran hesitated. These two were dangerously strong and he knew how much they could hurt.

She pulled him to her knee and went to work.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Each smack was devastating. Kiran was bawling with tears by the tenth and Madhura was enjoying this. Madhura knew this was the tipping point where she would have him completely beneath her. Despite being told it would be ten, she showed no signs of stopping. After around 15, she kicked him aside and ordered him to crawl to Lakshmi for the remaining.

Kiran knew he was already given more than the 10 that they had told him. But, there was no way in hell he was going to confront them about it. He crawled towards Lakshmi. He hated himself for being such a pushover and, for the first time in his life, he started hating his mother for making him this way.

Lakshmi did not move a muscle to help him. Kiran winced as he crawled toward her. Admittedly, she appeared less stronger than Madhura. Madhura was the big one! And yet, it was not some plus-size figure çorlu escort either. In fact, from Kiran’s POV, Madhura was the perfect size. He hated the size zero fad! Ideally, the woman should have a decent body and Madhura was so. However, she was dark-skinned and was always the last one to be hit on among her friends with Lakshmi usually getting the bulk of male attention. Lakshmi finally pulled her prey and went to work.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Kiran was warned not to scream but the pain was huge. Madhura saw he was about to scream and did the logical thing. She picked up a couple of socks and rolled them up together. Lakshmi paused her spanking.

Madhura dangled the socks in front of Kiran. Kiran retched instantly.

“Please, don’t. Please-“

The stench was bad. Kiran could see that it was not washed for a couple of days. He knew she had picked it on purpose. He knew it was going into his mouth and there was nothing he could do about it. Madhura wasn’t done tormenting him. She had the whole night ahead of her. Kiran was asking for their protection and it came at a price. Kiran had to pay it up. Kiran retched and coughed and eventually, moved his head away.

“Your punishment just got reset, naked boy.” Madhura happily announced in a sing-song voice. Kiran begged and pleaded with her.

“Please, madam, I am sorry. So sorry. Please, I can’t-” and suddenly Madhura moved. The socks went into his mouth so fast he had no chance. Madhura pushed it in so far, he could not breathe. The few breaths that he managed in was also stinky and his eyes started to water. Just as the stench reached a crescendo, he felt it.

WHACK! WHACK!

Lakshmi had started. If Kiran could have screamed, he would have brought the principal from the neighbouring building. His mouth gagged, his eyes watering and now his ass on fire. And yet, his cock

Eventually, when she dropped him on the floor, Kiran was howling in pain. This intense pain, he had never known. Madhura took her shoe-clad left foot and raised him up by his chin with it. Kiran, as though an invisible force had guided him, kissed her feet. Madhura, who was taken aback, nevertheless pointed to her other feet. Kiran kissed both her feet. She told him to lick her shoes and they continued watching TV. And so, Kiran spent his first night of being a naked slave in the most humiliating way possible.

Naked! Completely, not a stitch on!

And, he was licking their shoes.

He was naked and licking the girls’ shoes while they watched TV. Every once in a while, he would be kicked and he would shift to the other one’s shoe.

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Author’s Note:

This story is part of a longer series, but a brief overview is provided below for those newer to the series. There are strong D/s themes in this story and a healthy dose of exhibitionism. If that is not your cup of team, please move along.

*****

CEO Slut Part 16: Brand New Beginnings

This story is part of a longer series. A list of main characters is below along with their general story arc.

Kim Barnes – 42 yo CEO of Geneco, 5’4″, 120 lbs., curly blonde hair, B cup who is a submissive slave to Nick.

Nick Donovan – 22 yo new hire in the Procurement department working for Marcia. He blackmailed Kim into becoming his submissive and did the same to Marcia.

Marcia Caden – 35 yo Procurement Manager in a failing marriage. 5’5″, 125 lbs. Shoulder length brown hair, B cup. She recently ended an affair with the VP of Operations but has since become a submissive to Nick.

Lily Banner – 29 yo 5’2″ 100 lbs. waifish Documentation department supervisor being mentored by Kim. She is a shy emo lesbian bookworm who longs to follow in all of Kim’s footsteps, including her submissive ones.

*****

Marcia Caden received the text mid-morning instructing her to report at 1 pm to an address in Chagrin Falls, just outside Cleveland Ohio. It wasn’t far from her home in Macedonia, so she made some half-baked excuse about a work emergency that required her to go in the office, which her husband barely even questioned anymore, and then she left the house after eating a quick lunch with her family. As she drove along the highway, her mind was still reeling from the events the night before.

She was sure that Nick, or Master Nick as she was still getting used to calling him, waited at the address. She still struggled to accept that he had been her mysterious Master all along. Marcia had spent the night replaying every interaction, every conversation with Nick from the previous weeks, searching for any missed clues. She thought back to how she had poured her heart out to him, even divulging how she had submitted to an unknown Master. Then again, she realized now how her Master always seemed to stay one step ahead of her. She had been unwittingly feeding so much information directly to him when she met up with Nick for drinks after work.

Although her initial reaction was one of betrayal and shock, as the morning passed, Marcia realized she was rationalizing Nick’s actions and talking herself into fully accepting him as her Master. After all, just yesterday she believed her relationship with Nick conflicted with her relationship with her Master, and now that conflict no longer existed. On some level, she realized that maybe it was a fortunate, albeit shocking, turn of events.

As she drew close to her destination, she entered an older, distinguished looking neighborhood. The homes were all larger with ivy covered stone fronts. They were set back from the street with long driveways and manicured lawns. As Marcia pulled into the driveway, she wondered how Nick could afford such a posh residence on his salary, although by this point, she no longer doubted his abilities and caginess.

When Marcia got out of her car, she limped up the walkway, her ass still sore from the previous night. When she got to the door, she rang the doorbell at exactly 1 pm. She gasped at the sight of Kim Barnes answering the door stark naked.

“Please, come in. Master Nick awaits you,” Kim said as she stepped aside to let Marcia enter. Marcia realized this must be Kim’s residence, and she took a quick peek back to the street, wondering if anyone else might catch a glimpse of the naked CEO answering the door. A row of tall hedges provided a measure of privacy, although Marcia was still stunned by Kim’s audacity.

She followed Kim down a hallway to a den where Nick waited for them. Marcia hesitated at the sight of him. Her instinct was to offer a friendly hello, but she was quickly reminded how the dynamics of their relationship had changed. He clearly expected to be treated as her Master. She swallowed in nervousness as he gazed upon her with a bemused smile.

“Have a seat,” Master Nick said as he motioned to a sofa. “I’m sure you have many questions, so why don’t we get those out of the way before we continue on with our scheduled activities.”

Marcia took a seat. She didn’t know where to start, so she just chose the first question that came to her mind.

“Do you live here?”

“I do,” he calmly answered.

Marcia looked at Kim patiently sitting on an armchair across the room. She nodded a simple affirmation.

“Are you and Kim – a couple?” she asked hesitantly.

“She is my slave. The same as you.” Nick’s tone was calm but matter-of-factly.

Marcia noticed how Nick remained standing and slowly paced around the room as he spoke.

“I was falling in love with you,” she blurted out, no longer able to contain her feelings of betrayal.

Nick peered at her. “I’m still the same person. At work, I urfa escort am still your employee. As your Master, it is my duty to care for my slave and see that you are safe, protected, and looked after. If things are bothering you, then I want to know. Maybe it is just to lend you an ear, or maybe there is an action or advice I can offer. I am still someone you can trust in and depend on. This is not a one-way relationship. I hope you understand that. And in exchange for that, you will be my submissive. So really, in private, things will be the same, as well. It is just that in private, now you know it is me addressing you as your Master, and you will address me as Master from now on. I will call you a slut. I will tell you how to dress just like I did today. I will fuck you when and where I want. I understand you have a husband and a family, so I don’t expect you to make the same commitment to me as Kim has made. She lives alone, so it was very convenient and easy for me to move in and openly live our Master/ slave relationship whenever we are not at work. Your home life is, of course, more complicated.”

Marcia realized how many times Nick must have slept with Kim, and she was filled with jealousy.

“I thought maybe we had something special. I mean, was it all just an act? I bared my soul to you, every secret, everything,” Marcia cried out, her voice breaking up and tears forming in her eyes.

“I’m still the same man. I’m sure you understand, I couldn’t just come out and say that I was your Master. It wasn’t the right time,” he countered.

“But you blackmailed me. How did you even get those pictures?”

“I hacked your computer,” Nick explained. “It was quite simple, really. If it’s any comfort, you really are an incredibly sexy woman. Truth be told, conquering you was even more satisfying than making Kim submit.”

“Is that all I am to you? Just a conquest?” Marcia protested as she stole a glance to Kim sitting stone-faced across the room.

Nick smiled as he paused to gaze at her. “As I explained, I have special obligations to you as my slave. I am committed to you. To your security and well-being. You are not just a conquest. Our relationship is much more than that. What binds us runs much deeper. But understand, I have the same relationship with Kim. A dog who serves two Masters will starve to death. But the opposite is not true. We all know Masters who care for multiple pets. You are both my pets, and I will care for you both and see to your needs.”

Marcia took a deep breath. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper as she asked, “Back when you first blackmailed me. Would you really have released those pictures and videos?”

Nick bent down and looked her directly in the eyes. “What difference does it make now?”

“I – I don’t know,” she conceded.

“As I mentioned, our relationship may seem one sided, but it is actually mutually beneficial. Need I remind you how you willingly agreed to be my slave and submit to me as your Master. And why was that? It wasn’t because I made you. No, it was because you’re tired of being the plain jane vanilla milquetoast wife and mother. You grew up following all the rules, doing everything expected of you, and what did it get you. A job in corporate middle management and a dead-end marriage. But inside lurks a bad girl. Someone who longs to be the black sheep. Your husband doesn’t see it. He doesn’t appreciate what you are. A sexual creature with wants and needs to be met. A sexual creature who longs to be used and abused in all the ways your prim and proper upbringing told you were wrong. You want to take a walk on the wild side, and I can help guide you on that journey. I can help you free your inner slut and be the cunt you secretly long to be. Isn’t that right?”

Marcia was shaking, but she wiped the tears from her eyes and seemed to be coming to grips with her new reality.

“One last question,” she added. “You sounded different in the bondage club that first night.”

“Just a simple accent hoping it would be enough to throw you off so you wouldn’t recognize me,” Nick explained. “Truth be told, I felt silly speaking in that affected tone, but it served its purpose.”

Marcia shook her head in disbelief, still in shock at Nick’s true identity.

“Very well then,” Nick concluded. “Now that you have that out of your system. You can ask more questions later, of course, but I demand respect and obedience. I tolerated your lashing out here, but further outbursts will require punishment. I will not tolerate insubordination. Is that understood?”

Marcia nodded her head, but Nick only gave her a stern look of disapproval.

“Yes, Master,” Marcia meekly replied.

“Good, then let us proceed to the afternoon’s plans.”

Marcia looked up at the ceiling and exhaled deeply, wondering what exactly she was getting herself into.

*****

The three of them rode in Kim’s Lexus SUV to a seedy section of on the east side of Cleveland. Kim recognized the sivas escort adult novelty store command across the street from where they parked. She had bought some items there with Mater Nick several weeks ago. Today, however, they stood in front of a nondescript shop before Master Nick led them inside. The plain outer façade belied a clean and well-organized interior. Inside, the store was well lit, although the displays and décor were clearly chipped and faded, not having been updated in at least a few decades.

Marcia almost recoiled at the sight of the shop’s contents, and they clearly made her uncomfortable. The shelves and displays were full of fetish items. Whereas the adult novelty store across the street sold a wide variety of different sex toys and stripper outfits, this store seemed to specialize in more higher end items.

Both Kim and Marcia felt almost out of place. They both wore short sun dresses paired with sandals. They looked like a typical pair of middle-aged wives shopping at Target, and not like women shopping in a fetish shop.

Nick wandered over to a small jewelry display. The salesclerk, a young lady who looked to be in her early 20’s, came over to assist.

“Are you shopping for yourself or your lady friends?” she inquired.

“Yes, I am shopping for my lovelies. I am interested in these,” he said, pointing at some small chains toward the back.

The sales leady opened the display and pulled them out. They were just a short plain silver chain with a circular ring in the middle connecting the chain links together.

Kim obviously noticed the similarities to the collar necklace Nick had given her and that she currently wore. She subconsciously fingered her collar necklace as Nick inspected the jewelry.

The sales lady held them up for display. “These are anklets. The ring is simple but elegant. It signifies the person wearing it is a submissive. The ring is something for a Dom or Master to attach a leash to when he or she are leading a slave.

“Oh my,” Marcia exclaimed.

“They are discreet. Simple and not obviously advertising your submissive nature. They are similar in design and intent to the collar you are wearing, ma’am,” the sales lady said as she looked at Kim. Kim didn’t realize she had been advertising her submissive streak so blatantly. She blushed in embarrassment and wondered how many other people had recognized the collar’s significance.

“So, then everyone will know,” Marcia asked in concern.

“A few may, but most people have no clue. It is really a way for you to openly display your relationship with your Master without shouting it from the rooftops, if that makes sense,” the sales lady explained as she raised her sleeves and revealed that she wore the same design as a bracelet. “Besides, having the occasional person recognize it is half the fun. You never really know who or when someone may approach you about it. And it’s often the ones you’d least expect,” she said with a wink.

“Can they try them on first and make sure they fit?” Master Nick asked.

“Absolutely. Please have a seat,” the sales lady said as she motioned to two nearby chairs.

The sales lady knelt at their feet to assist in trying on the anklets.

“I assume you will want them on the right ankle?” the sales lady asked.

“What difference does it make?” Kim wondered.

“There are multiple meanings that can be indicated by anklets,” the sales lady explained, “although the different meanings often conflict to the point of becoming meaningless, which is why they are generally safe to wear in public. But there are those who believe that anklets on the right indicate that a woman is open to sex. Besides, there is a general convention that submissives wear jewelry on the right side to signify their status in the relationship.”

“The right ankle for both then,” Master Nick decided.

The sales lady reached out to Kim’s leg and pulled it a few inches toward her to make it easier to apply the anklet. This action spread Kim’s legs slightly apart and gave a clear view up her short dress.

“I believe your Master has trained you well,” she commented as she admired the view. Then she turned to Nick and added, “Master, I hope you don’t my saying, but you have two lovely slaves.” She took an extra moment to run her hands over Kim’s calf after she attached the anklet. “There, see, a perfect fit.”

A few seconds later, they confirmed that the anklet fit Marcia perfectly, as well.

“We’ll take them,” Nick concluded.

“Perfect. I can take them off and have them boxed up in – “

“No need. Just leave them on for these sluts to wear,” Nick interjected.

“As you wish,” the sales lady complied.

Kim paid for the anklets, and then he led them back outside. Kim and Marcia slowly followed him down the street.

“Master, are we to wear these anklets at all times?” Kim asked.

“Yes, you are. I especially want to see both of you get into the habit of crossing tekirdağ escort your legs in meetings so that your right ankle is dangling in the air, prominently displaying them whenever possible.”

“But my husband might ask questions,” Marcia blurted out.

“From the way you talk about him, I think you could come home naked and tied up with a dildo sticking out all three holes, and he still wouldn’t hardly notice.”

Now it was Marcia’s turn to blush. “I can’t say that you’re wrong,” she conceded.

“If he does ask, just tell him you saw it in a store and thought it looked fun and cute.”

“Yes, Master,” Marcia obediently replied.

“What if someone realizes we both have the same anklet?” Kim wondered.

“The CEO is usually in a completely different set of meetings from the manager level, so I doubt anyone would even really notice since you’re not often in the same room. And even if people do notice, it does seem you two will start spending more time together outside of work and becoming closer friends. You can even just tell them the truth, or a version of it, anyway. I think it’s close enough to the truth to say that you were out shopping together and both liked the anklets and ended up getting one for each.”

Marcia and Kim slowly nodded their heads in understanding.

They stopped walking in front of a shop with a plain sign in the window that said “Tattoo”.

“Wait a minute, are you taking us in there?” Kim asked in a panicked tone.

“Of course, it is all part of the day’s plans,” Nick answered.

“The anklet is one thing. How would I explain a tattoo to my husband?” Marcia complained.

“It will be very small and in a discreet location,” Nick explained. “Someplace private only lovers would ever see. You can even wear a bikini and it would still be covered up.”

“I don’t know. It’s so – so – permanent,” Kim pointed out.

“The tattoo is a symbol of our commitment. And a reminder of the lifestyle you have entered into. Now I know that a tattoo is permanent, which is why this step is so necessary. This is not something to be taken lightly, but I’m sure you both understand, that our relationship is a commitment, and as my slaves, you need to demonstrate your commitment. I have seen both of you naked, and I know you don’t currently have any ink.”

Nick watched his slaves absorb the information.

“Fine. One and done,” Kim said through gritted teeth. “One small tat in a discreet location that no one who doesn’t see me naked will ever see.”

“Of course. This is just to seal our relationship,” Master Nick assured her.

Marcia was conflicted. She was dismayed to see Kim acquiesce so easily. She wanted to continue protesting, but she didn’t want to fight the battle by herself.

“What is the tattoo?” Marcia said, her voice still defiant.

“Step inside, and I can show you what is planned. It is time for our appointment, after all,” Nick pointed out.

Seconds later they were in a dimly lit reception room. A gruff looking Harley biker type man sat behind a counter. He wore a cut off tee shirt and jeans. His age was hard to gauge. His eyes looked younger, but his thick dark goatee and paunch made him look older. His dark curly mane was full but disheveled.

“Name is Billy,” he said, introducing himself. “Can I help you?”

“I’m Nick. I called earlier this week and made an appointment for now. I sent over a design yesterday.”

“Yes,” Billy answered as he pulled out a drawing. “Is this it?”

Nick nodded his affirmation as Kim and Marcia leaned over to see the design. They were both left stunned. It was just one word. “owned” with an oval border drawn around the word.

“I am sure the meaning is self-evident,” Master Nick pointed out.

“These are the two ladies getting inked today,” Billy inquired.

Nick nodded again.

“Why are the letters “N” and “D” written in red ink when everything else is in black ink?” Kim asked.

“Because you are owned by me, Nick Donovan. I thought it was a simple but nice personal touch.”

They stood in silence for a long moment, the two women contemplating the commitment they were about to make before Kim finally blurted out, “Okay. I’ll go first. Let’s get this over with.”

“I’m still not sure. If my husband sees this, I – ” Marcia protested.

“And when was the last time he saw you naked?” Nick pointed out.

Marcia closed her eyes in frustration. “It’s been years,” she admitted.

“Then that hardly seems like a real concern, now does it?”

Master Nick stepped up to Marcia and cupped his hand around the back of her neck. “This really is a small thing, but it’s everything. Once you do this, then our lives are intertwined. Our fates are sealed. You know me well enough. I am a man of my word. And on my word, I will be committed to you. To care for you in every way a Master can, and provide the life that you sought from me, both as a friend, and as a Master.”

Marcia weighed the pros and cons in her mind. She quickly decided that her attraction to and relationship with Master Nick was more meaningful than with her husband. And if she could continue wearing her wedding ring to signify her marriage to her husband, then maybe having a tattoo for her Master was not really any different.

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“I’m not forcing you, I’m just telling you what your job is.”

“It’s a bit late for that, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think so, the contest doesn’t start till tomorrow evening. You’ve plenty of time to make your decision.”

I stood and watched the conversation from the bar, not really knowing what to do. It was my new friends who were being put in a really difficult situation by Clive, our boss, but I couldn’t really help them. If I was honest I didn’t want to.

“We’ll quit!” That was Jenny, a blonde from London.

“Then quit. Like I said, nobody’s forcing you.”

“But we need this job!” Ruth followed up, she was a shorter dirtier blonde from somewhere on the South coast.

Clive just shrugged at that. I could see the three girls look at one another nervously. Liz, a Scottish red head, looked particularly sad about it. I could understand their dilemma, I’d been thinking about it since Clive had told me about his plan.

—-

“There we go, that’ll have the punters streaming in.”

It was earlier that day and I was stood behind a very empty bar. Clive had been fixing up posters for the last ten minutes but I’d not read any yet. He turned to me expectantly as he stepped back from one he’d just placed in my eyeline.

“What do you think?”

There was the silhouette of a woman, obviously naked, dancing with the words, “Wet T-shirt Contest Fri 11PM” written in massive red capitals beneath.

“Are we having a wet t-shirt contest?” It wasn’t the most intelligent reply.

“You’re damn right we are.” Clive drifted over to me. “We’ll try one out on Friday, I’m thinking of making them a permanent fixture.”

“Oh, well, good idea, I think.” My mind was immediately racing, although I’d never seen one in the flesh I’d seen pictures and videos from them online many times over the years. They had always excited me a lot.

Clive seemed content to stare at the poster so I joined him. I read the smaller print.

“Wow, 200 euros first prize. That’s pretty good.”

“Yeah, that’ll have them turning out for sure.”

I looked around the empty bar and couldn’t help adding, “quite a bit of money, though, especially if it’s a regular thing.” The bar had been so quiet that I’d begun to worry a little about my job, if I lost it I’d probably have to head back home.

Clive smiled and tapped his nose. “Don’t you worry about that, I’ve got a plan.”

I looked expectantly. “Oh yeah?”

“You know the flyer girls?”

I nodded, I’d spent much of my first few weeks here fantasising about them. They were three girls Clive had hired to walk around and hand out flyers every day. I found all three of them stunning and they usually came to the bar in their beach stuff. I couldn’t really decide which one I lusted after the most. Sadly all three had treated me just like a good friend from the moment we’d been introduced so it didn’t particularly matter.

“Well, I’ll make sure some of they enter every time and tell them to be sure to win. That way first prize is actually nothing.”

I looked at him startled. “Do you think they’ll be up for that?”

“Who cares, a job’s a job and I’m their boss. Those three are sexy as hell but there’s a million young girls who look good round here.”

I nodded, what Clive was saying was correct. I knew myself how many people came out here speculatively hoping for work and most of them went home disappointed. All three of the girls had said to me how lucky they felt to even have 4 or 5 hours work a day. Now the season was in full swing I imagined open jobs were even more scarce.

I felt a little uncomfortable about it, but the thought of Liz’s massive boobs in a wet t-shirt soon chased them away. Or maybe I’d enjoy Ruth’s nicely soaked bum.

“Anyway, you need to be prepared as well, you’ll be running it.”

“Me? What about the bar?”

“I’ll help out there, much better to have a young, good looking lad like yourself up there with them. They don’t want an old perv like me.”

“Why not Ollie?” Ollie was the other bar man, he was a bit older in his mid twenties.

He shrugged, “I picked you.” It didn’t sound like he’d thought very hard about the choice but I was grateful for it. From my internet ‘research’ I had some ideas about how best to persuade the girls to get wild.

Clive continued. “You’ll work it out. Besides, what’s there to do? Ask them their names, get them wet, tell them to dance.” He shrugged. “Piece of piss.”

“How many rounds will there be?”

“I don’t know, you decide.”

“How will we get them wet?” The bar was deserted and Clive’s attitude made it easy to talk about treating girls as objects like this.

He carried on in his lackadaisical way. “Maybe jugs from behind the bar with water? Have them stand in a paddling pool or something.”

“Maybe.” I couldn’t help but get into it. “How about if we got one of those hand pump spray guns you use to wash cars?”

“I suppose.” He paused suddenly thoughtful. “I think I have one in the garage, never used it.”

“Perfect. That way there’s rize escort not as much water about, but you can get it right where you want on the girls. I reckon they could just dance on the stage as normal, it’ll dry easily with the windows open.”

Clive looked over to the stage which was right next to the open front of the bar. “You might be right.”

“We can spray all the girls while they dance together, it’s a much better than having them come up one by one.”

Clive laughed again. “Well, I can see I picked the right man for the job.”

I blushed slightly. I didn’t want to come across too much like an obsessive, but Clive just looked pleased I was helping him out.

“What about the t-shirts?”

“I ordered them last week, I’ve got dozens. All small and thin, obviously.”

I couldn’t resist carrying on. “And what else will they wear?”

Clive was looking more and more involved in the conversation, my zeal for detail carrying him along. “I don’t know, I didn’t think.”

“Well, we’d be saying no bras, wouldn’t we?”

“Yeah, obviously.”

“Well, if we’re making rules let’s say just their knickers. You know, along with the t-shirt we give them.” I couldn’t help but sound a little hesitant.

“I like your thinking.” He slapped me on the back. “If we make it a rule then what can they say? Brilliant.”

“Only, I imagine some of them won’t want to get their actual underwear wet, so we should offer them some as well. Maybe say it’s strongly advised or something.”

This time Clive arched an eyebrow. “We buy them all new underwear?”

“It’s to help them out, we can say that girls complained about having to wear wet clothes afterwards, so.”

“I dunno, Jim, you’re losing me, isn’t that their problem?”

I could see he was getting bored so I cut to the chase. “Clive, what if along with thin, tight white t-shirts they were wearing thin, tight white knickers?”

I saw realisation dawn.

“Where would we get them from?”

It was my turn to shrug. “Go to a discount supermarket, buy lots of their cheapest, smallest whitest underwear.”

Clive was beaming now. “Good man. Well, I’ll get it all set up. If it goes off like you say we’ll soon have them queuing round the block. We’ll put them on every night!”

—-

“Did you hear what that creep told us earlier, Jim?” Jenny’s still angry tone carried across the bar.

It was later that afternoon and the girls had returned from their flyering. As usual they stayed for a drink, they got one free every day.

“Yeah, he told me about the contest earlier. I’m sorry, I was going to warn you but he saw you all first. I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s not your fault.” Liz smiled at me, her cute freckled face peering out through her frizzy shoulder long hair.

“No, but.” I couldn’t help but think what would happen was partly my fault. Clive had told me earlier that they’d agreed to ‘think about it’, but he considered it a done deal. Everyone knew it was either take part or book their flights home.

“I wouldn’t mind so much if we didn’t have to win it.” Ruth sounded slightly annoyed but mostly a little thoughtful.

“Only one of you has to do it, I guess.” I didn’t know why I said that, it was probably just me trying to sound like a friend. Of course I wanted all three of them in the contest.

“Maybe, but we were talking earlier. One chance out of all the entrants isn’t much, all three of us probably need to do it to have a decent chance.”

I nodded grateful my careless talk hadn’t ruined things. “So, you’re, er, going to do it, then?”

Ruth answered. “I don’t think we have a choice.”

“Fucking Clive!” Jenny let out her anger.

“Well, I’m going to be running them, so I can help you out.” I figured it was best to let them know now.

“Oh, great, so you can just make sure one of us wins!” Liz smiled at me some more.

I hated to disappoint her but it had to be done. “Well, not quite like that. The winner is the one who gets the biggest cheer from the crowd.”

“Oh.” She looked crestfallen.

“I can make sure you all get the best chance, though. You know, make sure you can get near the front, that the crowd gets a look at you. I can tell you who I think is doing well so you can copy.”

“Thanks, I guess.” Ruth was polite but didn’t sound too certain about my help.

I shrugged. “He’s told me I have to make sure they’re a success. If the bar doesn’t start getting more customers I think we’ll all be out of jobs, whether you girls win or not.”

“So you’ll be up there while we’re, er.” Liz’s quiet Scottish tones sounded extra lovely.

“Yeah, sorry. I didn’t ask for this, Clive told me I had to.”

“I bet you were gutted.” Jenny sounded slightly accusatory. I decided to change the subject slightly.

“Have any of you done one before?”

“No!” That didn’t seem to have calmed Jenny down. Liz just shook her head.

“I thought about entering one once.” Ruth offered. Jenny looked at her with surprise, Ruth shrugged. sakarya escort “I didn’t though, some of the other girls talked about what they’d done last time and my friend got nervous and, well.”

“If he thinks I’m getting topless up there he’s dreaming.” The other girls didn’t respond to that, I guessed they all really knew that some toplessness would be pretty much expected. I certainly didn’t add that I was hoping for more.

The conversation petered out and the girls stared into their drinks glumly. I tried to match their mood outwardly, but inwardly I was delighted.

—-

Friday passed slowly. Clive arrived in the afternoon with boxes of t-shirts and knickers, he’d managed to get some very nondescript white pairs that didn’t look too unfashionable. They were pretty full but that was probably a good thing, and they looked very thin.

We put those in a room behind the bar where the contestants would get changed, then brought in the pump. After a quick test it seemed perfect, I could choose a finer mist or a fairly concentrated squirt by twisting the end. We filled it up and put it on the corner of the stage.

Clive had also printed out a few rule sheets and put them up in the changing room. They seemed good, a standard disclaimer about injury, that the contest was public so people might have cameras about, that the judges decision was final and then some rules covering our discussion the day before.

“Contestants can wear an official t-shirt and briefs.

Contestants will get wet, so to avoid damaging their own clothing it’s also strongly advised to wear the provided briefs.

No other clothing is allowed.”

Once we were set up there was nothing else to do but wait. I’d thought a bit about how to run the contest and set a few things up with Clive, but there was plenty of room for improvisation. I knew I would need to be flexible and see how it went to get as many of them as possible to loosen up. It was slightly unbelievable that my job for the evening was to persuade some girls to get naked.

Clive was another step ahead, he had decided that all contestants would receive a free shot before the contest.

“Maybe we should offer them a few more when they sign up as well?”

“Yeah, I thought that but what’s to stop people signing up but then not taking part?”

I thought for a moment. “Well, how about we stamp their hand then if they try and leave early the bouncers can tell them they need to pay?”

“Nice!” He grinned at me again, “and let’s also say it turns out those shots aren’t the cheap kind.”

Clive altered the posters around the bar and out front accordingly. He also quickly printed off a stack of flyers, he was going to get the girls to advertise the contest they would be starring in later.

“I want the girls to say they’ll be in it as they hand them out, but I don’t want to give away that they’re ringers.” He stared wistfully into the middle distance. “If they saw Liz’s tits and imagined them in a wet shirt we’d make a fortune.”

“It’s a shame,” I sympathised. Clive was a man of principle in his own way, as much as he clearly liked lusting after the three of them he still had his mind on the money.

—-

The girls came to pick up the flyers as usual. Jenny especially seemed as if she wanted to comment to Clive who was stood grinning at them, but they turned to leave without anything other than a few muted hellos in my direction.

“See you all later, girls.” He called out after them. I was still feeling a little bad for them, I didn’t love that they were being strong armed into the contest but I couldn’t deny I was looking forward to the results.

Jenny was tall and athletic, with a beautifully toned body. She might have been a bit prickly and not into guys eyeing her up but she was still obviously proud of it, the other two girls usually wore sarongs and tops with their swimwear in the bar, but Jenny rarely seemed to cover up much.

Ruth was much curvier with a bum that seemed to wobble in a gravity defying manner. I found her really cute, with a button nose and shorter hair. Her boobs were lovely as well and she usually had a bikini top on that was only covered loosely, but they were nothing compared to Liz’s.

The 5 foot 1 freckled red head might have been slim and shy but she had truly amazing breasts. They were sadly much more covered up that the other girls as she often came to flyer in a one piece with something draped around her shoulders and waist as well, but there was no disguising them completely. Clive had commented many times that they must be D cup at least, I was happy to leave the statistics to him and just go with big. On her sleight frame you might have even got away with huge.

Given all that, even if I could have got them out of their predicament then no one could have blamed me for not bothering.

—-

As the afternoon and then early evening wore on there were signs that the posters and flyers were doing their job, the place wasn’t packed samsun escort but it was definitely busier than it had been. At the bar I’d had some enquiries about the contest, mostly from groups of lads but a few girls as well. There were no sign-ups yet but the tables nearest the stage had already been commandeered by some of the guys and Clive was delighted with their decision to drink heavily as they waited.

Around 8 we got our first sign ups, it was two girls who had come in with a mixed group and then returned to the bar a little later.

“So, this contest. Is it really a 200 euros prize.”

“Absolutely.”

“And we get free shots for signing up?”

“Yes, you can have a few now and then one before the contest.”

I saw them exchange a glance, they looked like two normal girls on a night out. A brunette with large earrings and a short black dress and a blonde in hot pants and a top. Both the outfits were skin tight and their bodies seemed like the sort you’d want in a wet t-shirt contest, slim-ish but curvy and with pretty nicely sized breasts. The brunette’s especially were probably what you’d call big.

“What do you have to do?”

“Well, we give you a t-shirt to wear and then you dance on stage. The girl that gets the most applause wins.”

“And we get wet as well?”

“Yeah.”

“And that’s it?”

“There’s a few rounds and girls normally try and impress the crowd, but you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You can leave the stage whenever you like.”

They glanced at one another again and both smiled, then the brunette looked back. “OK, we’ll put our names down.”

“Great.” They were Ellie and Sophie, both 19.

“Now I just need to stamp your hands as contestants.”

Ellie, the brunette, held out her hand. “Why do you need to do that?”

“It’s just to stop people taking the shots but not turning up later.” I stamped her hand and moved on to her friend. “I’m sure you would never do that, but it’s happened a few times. You can still leave beforehand if you want to, this is just so we can ask you to pay for the shots first.”

“OK.” She sounded slightly confused but I didn’t think it was because their plan had been foiled. I poured them their shots, told them they could have some more later if they felt like it and they re-joined their party. I took the opportunity to watch their bums as they left, both seemed like worth getting to know in more detail.

After a little while I went to the tables of lads and told them to try and persuade some of the passing girls.

“Tell them about the prize and the free drinks, it’s all more fun for you lot later.”

“No problem, mate, we’ll find the talent for you!”

They seemed enthused and I could see them for the rest of the night buzzing around groups of girls. It didn’t open the floodgates but a couple of those they’d talked to signed up, and as the time of the contest got closer we’d had 4 girls sign up. The two the lads had persuaded were stunning, I couldn’t wait to get them wet.

—-

With about twenty minutes to go Jenny, Ruth and Liz turned up. I’d started to get a little nervous about them but had told myself that I’d be running a wet t-shirt contest whatever happened. They came to the bar and all seemed a little subdued but I put their names down and stamped their hands.

“Do you want your shots?”

Ruth managed a smile. “I guess we’d better.”

“I’m sorry, I really am,” I said as I lined them up. “At least there’s some other girls signed up to do it with you.”

“What are you talking about, moron?” That was Jenny. “If no one else signed up we’d win it easily.”

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t think of that.”

“Obviously. You were just thinking about who you’ll get to perv over later.”

“It’s my job, Jenny, I have to do it.”

“Whatever.”

Liz smiled at me a little. “Don’t worry, Jim, she’s just nervous. We all are.”

“That’s OK.”

The girls downed both their shots and went off into the bar, I’d told them the announcement would come in a few minutes. I watched with growing anticipation as the clock inched forward to 11pm.

—-

“OK, it’s about time for our world famous WET T SHIRT CONTEST!” The bar cheered as one at Clive’s announcement. “We’ll be starting in a few minutes, can the girls who signed up please make their way to the side of the bar.”

He was already there with the microphone and ushered the girls into the room as they arrived. I saw Jenny and the rest head in and it seemed like all seven contestants had made it. He nodded to me and I went over to follow him inside, Ollie would look after the bar alone for a few minutes before Clive helped him out during the contest.

We followed the last stragglers, it was fairly crowded in the smallish room and Clive squeezed his way to the front.

“OK, ladies, thanks for signing up. We’ll be starting once you’re all changed. It’s pretty simple, you get your kit off and we’ll hand out the t-shirts. You can keep your own knickers on if you want but they’ll get soaked and you won’t want to wear them afterwards, so best leave them here and use the ones we’ll be handing out. Jim will tell you the rest once you’re out there.”

He stopped and grabbed a box of t-shirts, then handed one to the nearest girl. It was Ellie the brunette I’d signed up earlier.

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