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After Angie and I had our quickie before the workout session, we quickly cleaned up. I shaved my face and touched up a few places of stubble in case Joey did an inspection this morning. I gave Angie a new toothbrush that I keep for guests. I was hoping she would be a repeat customer. It was fun watching her brush and spit while wagging her ass at me as I stood behind her and pressed my cock into her ass. At 4:50, we managed to get into the car, both still naked and hairless as the day we were born. I did bring a towel for Angie to sit on. The seat was still a mess. I remembered to take the gym bag out of the car. I didn’t want Joey to get mad at us.

As I pulled out of the garage, Angie insisted we roll down the windows and enjoy the morning air. Right at 5:00 we rolled up to the back of the pool. Joey was there with another car we didn’t recognize, parked by Angie’s car that she left just a few hours ago. I kind of expected additional players at the pool one of these mornings. I just didn’t know who. As Angie and I stepped out of my car, Joey stepped out with Tess and Ashley from the laser treatment the day before.

This was definitely going to be an interesting workout session, to say the least.

Tess bounded up to me and gave me a big hug around my neck, pressing my hard on into her stomach. Good thing it was pointing up or the she might have hurt me when she bounded up my way. She didn’t seem to mind. “When Joey told me that you would be naked and hard, I didn’t believe her, but I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity if it was true to see that awesome body of yours again. Seeing your hard cock and Angie, too, is an added bonus”!

“Are you here to swim or watch?” I asked.

I’m here to swim, but I’m not in your league,” Tess said. “Joey told me your latest workout times and I’ll be about 8 minutes behind you this morning. Ashley is here to swim, too. I think she wants to be part of the regular morning swim team”.

“Clothed or naked?” I asked.

“Some of each,” Tess replied. “Part of the deal to come this morning was one of us had to be naked. Joey insisted! We flipped for it and I won…or lost… according to how you look at it. I think it was rigged for me to lose, but I really don’t mind,” she said with a wink.

As we got to the backdoor, Joey turned to Angie and me, “You two bring up the rear so our guests can get inside first.” Then glancing down at Angie, she reached out and stroked her outer labia lips very lightly and noted, “Your bald cunt looks like it had plenty of action last night and this morning. I hope you saved enough energy for your workout this morning!” Joey then unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Ashley stepped up, gave me a long, admiring look, up and down. She then wrapped her left hand around my erection and said, “hello, nice to see you again”, like she was shaking my hand. Then as she stepped toward the door, she lightly stroked my left butt cheek with her other hand. She was wearing black and gray running shorts and a matching black and gray tee shirt, but she quickly shucked them to show off a small tight bright red one piece racing suit. It looked dynamite on her. It fit like a glove, and like Joey, she must have cut the liner out. The high cut leg openings revealed the briefest peek of a tan line and the low cut back accentuated her broad shoulders. I could see her nipples very plainly and her camel toe was faint, but visible, even with a dry suit. Yes, she was definitely a swimmer. Her legs were very tone and her butt didn’t giggle when she walked. She went to the end of the pool and started stretching.

Tess was inside next, wearing the smallest running shorts I’ve seen in a while, light blue, and a white tee-back tank top. Her nipples were very evident thru the shirt. A combination of the cool morning air and her soon to be naked swim, I imagined. Like the agreement, she quickly stepped out of her shorts and took the tank top over her head and gave them to Joey. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. “What do you think?” she said to me thru the door opening, as she pranced and turned seductively so we all got a full view while twirling her red swim goggles.

She was a hard body. If she wasn’t the regular swimmer, I wondered how she got so toned. Not an ounce of fat. Firm, flat stomach, with the outline of her stomach muscles clearly visible. She sported an all over tan. Her firm breasts were a full C-cup, definitely store bought, with large areola and very hard nipples. Her bald, smooth labia lips were perfectly formed and rounded. Her clitoral hood was fairly prominent and just looked like it needed to be sucked and licked. I hoped I got the chance soon. Her firm round ass and sinewy legs were definitely what I was seeing under her scrubs. Awesome start to the day…a quickie and then a look at another perfect naked tanned woman!

Angie kilis escort and I were last in the door. All of the beautiful, scantily clad and naked women had my hormones firing on all cylinders. My cock was definitely recovered from its heavy use over the last few hours, although it was a little red and sensitive.

Angie was glowing. I think she really enjoyed our overnight session as much or more than I did. She had taken her clitoral hood ring out on the way over in the car. She said she was particularly sore down there, but wouldn’t change how she got it! Joey was right… Angie’s outer pussy lips were much fuller than usual, gapping slightly near the bottom, and very red. It was obvious that she had been fucked recently. I hoped she wouldn’t have an issue swimming this morning.

Joey got the session going with a quick order to finish stretching and get in the water. She stepped out of her shorts and took off her tee shirt to reveal a bright blue, but very small bikini. I wasn’t sure this one was made to stay on swimming, but I kind of think she knew she was going to have competition in the form of two naked women and another competitive swimmer. It clung to her body like some kind of lycra material, so maybe it would stay in place. I would be watching to see if anything came off during the session. The top was two very small triangles with string connecting them and one small triangle G-string bottom that tied at the sides. As always, I admired her body with her broad shoulders and tight, flat stomach. Today, though, she might be second to Tess’ smoking hot body. I wouldn’t turn down either one of them if they approached me.

This was the fullest I had seen this pool before, with five lap swimmers sharing lanes. Joey had hooked up a third lap lane rope so that we could manage all the swimmers and help keep down the choppy water. Joey and I shared a lane; Tess and Angie shared the middle lane; and, Ashley had the outside lane to herself. I kind of thought that Joey was wanting to reestablish “ownership” of me after Angie had fucked me silly.

It then dawned on me why Joey figured getting away with such a micro suit. If you’ve ever done laps in a pool with another swimmer in your lane, it can be tough if both swimmers aren’t close to the same speed in the water. I knew that I was faster than Joey. I assumed Angie would be faster than Tess, so that would be interesting as the need to pass the slower swimmer occurred. But it was also easier when you have multiple swimmers to not do flip turns, but reach the wall, move to the left and start back. Joey’s suit would be under a lot less stress today than flip turn days, so it just might stay on…but I was hoping it wouldn’t.

Watches set, goggles on, and we were off. Joey let me start and get a half pool length lead. Tess and Angie did the same. Ashley was even with me, swimming by herself. I’m so glad I had the outside lane and the two naked women had the middle lane. If I was careful not to run into the end walls, I could watch each of them coming and going the whole session. Good thing I can breathe on either side.

It was apparent that Ashley was a serious swimmer. I’m not sure if she swam faster than me but her being able to do flip turns swimming solo in the outside lane helped her a lot.

Angie and Tess seemed about evenly matched, speed wise. Their cute firm asses just breaking the surface of the water and their boobs and shaved crotches under the water made it much more fun for me whether I was watching under water or when I reached the end of the pool and turned around., catching a glimpse topside!

I slowly gained on Joey until about the 8th lap to where she and I were at the wall at the same time. I let her know I wanted to pass while we were both there at the end, but she was being competitive and acted like she wasn’t going to let me by her. Feeling playful on a lot of sex and very little sleep, I reached out and pulled the string on her G-string bottoms, figuring she would have to stop and adjust her wardrobe malfunction. She and I hadn’t really ever bantered or played sexually… except the time she flashed me her boobs while I jacked off for her in the parking lot… but she took it good humoredly and even flashed me her bald pussy, but only briefly.

It was a really competitive swim and even without sleep and my life forces drained by the beautiful sex machine in the middle lane, I finished with a good time for not using a flip turn at the end of each length. It is amazing what elevated testosterone can do for a guy’s athletic performance. I had always heard sex before an event sapped your strength, but it seemed to have the opposite effect on me today. I would have loved to take a nap before I went to work, though.

Ashley finished her mile first and I finished less kırklareli escort than a lap behind her. She stood at the end of her lane checking her pulse and breathing hard. I’ve already told you how erotic it is to me watching a hard body woman breathing deeply to try and get control of her breathing at the end of a swim session, and she was definitely a hard body. With people finishing at different times over the last few minutes, I was able to check my pulse and check out the women, especially Ashley, while I cooled down sitting on the edge at the end of the pool. Watching Ashley’s chest rise and fall and her stomach muscles expand and contract to a definite six pack was helping my erection immeasurably. Remember, Joey insisted I be hard at the beginning and end of each session. She provided me good eye candy to accomplish that task!

Being the only guy watching four scantily clad or naked women swimming is awesome! Angie finished next, followed closely by Joey. Angie immediately slipped over her lane marker and surfaced where I was dangling my feet and grabbed my hard on. “Need help with that?” she asked.

Joey had just finished her laps and stood up in the shallow end. Her red micro bikini that consisted of a G-string and two small triangles for a top was like a second skin after it got wet. She was breathing hard and her chest was rising and falling as she cooled down. It left nothing to the imagination. Her labia lips were obvious thru her bottom and it was apparent that she shaved everything. Her nipples were outlined thru the material on the top so that every goose bump even showed beside her hard, raised nipples and areole.

“Not this morning!” Joey said, flatly. “We need to not scare the new swimmers too badly. Besides, I owe you for your insubordination with that string trick you pulled…no pun intended!”

Tess finished last, but she had definitely done better than she said she would. She was suffering trying to recover from the exertion. I’m sure she tried to stay up with Angie and overdid her exertion. She was bent over at the waist in the shallow end with her hands on the edge of the pool, gasping for breath. Her tanned, nude body was still a sight to behold. Her small waist and muscular hips accentuated her bare labia lips that were just at the water line. Her firm breasts were raising and lowering in concert with her trying to catch her breath.

With all these athletic women in various state of dress and undress, I didn’t know where to look or who to concentrate on. Angie brought me back to reality when she grabbed my erection and said, “Hey! Earth to space! Time to get ready to go!”

The girls all laughed at me and the slack jawed look I evidently had on my face when Angie said that. As I stood up on the deck, Tess asked for a hand out of the pool. I was too happy to help. As I lifted her out, her gaze was directly on my almost purple erection. I am not sure when I have been harder, even over the last few days. “Hey!” she said, “that thing is going to blow up if something isn’t done about it real soon!”

Joey was about to ensure my punishment was blue balls for the prank I pulled on her when Ashley entered the conversation. “I think I’d like to see someone help him out, don’t you, Joey?”

Joey relented, but said, “The morning crew will be here in about 10 minutes, so unless you can help him quickly, we’ll need to take this outside.”

Ashley chimed in, “Well now. That sounds like an interesting situation. I would like to vote we kick these three out the door and have them put on a show for us out there.”

Angie lit up at the prospects of her jumping my bones outside…with an audience… but Tess was about to protest when Joey and Ashley both assured her that since she worked for them, her job was safe and the parking lot was seldom visited this early.

Angie and I had no clothes anyway, Joey had our car keys, Joey had Tess’ running outfit, and Tess had ridden with Ashley, so we all were at the mercy of Ashley and Joey. I was beginning to see the two of them as a team in this game Joey and I had been playing.

The three of us were told to go stand outside while Ashley and Joey changed clothes. Angie and Tess were instructed to hang their swim goggles on my erection, but to otherwise not do anything with me until they were told. It was getting into late spring, so by 6 am, the sun was almost up and it was definitely light enough to see and be seen.

It was almost 10 minutes before Ashley and Joey came out in their running shorts and tops. I had no idea what they did during the time, whether they schemed a grand plan, pleasured one another, or just got dressed and left us to sweat our possible discovery, but they did come out smiling at us when they did leave the building.

“OK!” Joey said. “This karabük escort is what Ashley and I decided inside that would make us satisfied. Since Angie’s pussy looks like it has been rode hard and put up wet, we want to let her take a break. Tess’ little cunnie just looks so cute and sexy, we want her to get fucked in the parking lot. Since there is only one dick out here, I guess you get to be her sex toy this morning. How does that sound?”

Angie was pouting a little, but I thought Tess was going to do a backflip! I was in heaven!

“Me? Here? Now?! Come to me, Tiger!” Tess growled.

“Wait!” Ashley cautioned. “I think Tess should get some oral action to get her ready. And since hard on here isn’t quite as hard as he could be, I think him watching Angie eat out her lap partner laying on the hood of your car will get its attention, don’t you think?”

My mind was going a mile a minute…probably from the rush of blood to my erection…all I could do was nod in the affirmative.

“OK,” Joey directed, “out to the cars! On your back, and then spread ’em, Tess! Angie, this should get the frown off your face, if you’re up to it.”

Joey didn’t need to worry. In a flash, Tess virtually ran across the lot to my car and spread eagle on the cold metal hood with her toes barely touching the asphalt. A smiling Angie was bounding right behind her.

Angie took up position between Tess’ legs. Kneeling, she placed her hands on each thigh and then basically dove in to Tess’ cunt head-first…she needs to remember foreplay one of these days, but we were under somewhat of a time crunch.

Licking Tess’ pussy and lapping the sweet moisture already showing on her outer lips, Angie soon began nibbling her prominent clit softly at first, but then more aggressively, alternating with fucking her pussy with her tongue. Tess was initially wide eyed and wary with Angie’s aggressiveness, but quickly got into the swing of things and began to grind her hips into Angie’s mouth, arching her back off my hood, and moaning loudly. She was so loud, I thought for a minute that the opening crew for the gym might open the back doors to see what was going on.

After a few minutes of aggressive muff diving, Tess grabbed Angie’s head, tensed, thrust her hips forward, and ground her snatch into Angie’s mouth, exploding to a very obvious and intense orgasm. How was I going to follow that? I felt I was up to the task…

Angie staggered back and stood. Tess’ body fluids were running down Angie’s chin and onto her chest. Her hair was a mess. She was obviously aroused. Her outer pussy lips were even more red and engorged. After telling me, “your turn, stud!” she knelt back down on the parking lot and began frigging herself.

I didn’t pay any more attention to Angie. My focus was on the gorgeous, sexy hood ornament that was spread eagle on my car. She was glistening sweat on that beautiful tanned skin and her cunt was leaking down the crack of her ass onto my car. As I approached her, she lifted her legs and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs as wide as she could. “Fuck me!” she screamed. I know people in the gym heard that!…but I was happy to oblige. The height of my car hood and with her ass off the sheet metal, her pussy was the perfect height and angle for a perfect penetration. Pushing my rock hard cock forward and down, I rubbed the head of my cock along the length of her opening slit. She would have none of that and grabbed me and pulled me forward. She was so aroused and wet, I bottomed out in one thrust. As I thrust in her, wrapped her legs around my waist, leaning up to put her arms around my neck. I put my hands under her ass, picked her up, and off we went to the races…much to the enjoyment of the other women in the parking lot.

In no time, I was grunting and sweating and bouncing this young sex goddess on my pole to some primal rhythm that suited both of us. Apparently, since Tess had cum before me, I advanced more quickly up the arousal levels and managed to cum first, without dropping Tess or buckling my knees and falling down. As I froze with my hard on pumping ropes of cum deep within Tess’ vagina, she convulsed and dug her fingernails into my back and growled a low guttural noise that was not anything I had ever heard before, but definitely planned on hearing again…soon and often. As she came, our fluids gushed down over my cock and balls.

Thankfully, Tess released my neck and I was able to sit her back on the hood of my car without my still semi erect cock falling out of her. Leaning over with her as I set her down, we hugged a long embrace and I finally released her and stood. My dick finally flopping out of her sopping pussy.

Sweating, and panting, and dripping cum and fluids, I turned to face Ashley and Joey and smiled. “How’s that?”, I asked.

“Very entertaining!” Ashley cooed. “I think you’ll be fun to work with.”

“Don’t get a big head,” Joey admonished. “You’ve got a way to go, yet.”

That left me wondering what Ashley and Joey had in mind for me…but I was sure that it was going to be good.

I sure love working with my therapy team…

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These are chapters seven, eight and nine of “My Long Affair”:

Chapter VIII

David called me on my cellphone early Sunday morning: “Did you get the marker tattoos off yet?” During our last rendezvous, I had asked David to draw tattoos on me with a marker.

“Ha-ha, yes, I used rubbing alcohol. And where’s your Mrs.?” I asked.

“On her way to church. She’s not religious, but she likes to teach the children in Sunday School,” he answered; David and his wife had no children of their own so I guess that’s what she did to make up for it. “Did I wake you? Are you alone?” David asked.

I laughed, “mmmm, baby, after you fuck me it takes me a week to recover.” In truth, even though I was not having sex with anyone else, I was also masturbating more than once a day thinking about David and what we had done so far.

“I have a proposal for you,” he continued, “I have to go to Washington, D.C., on Thursday afternoon for a meeting Friday and I’ll be coming back Saturday. Would you like to come with me?”

“Hell yes! Two days with you? Absolutely!” I shouted.

“Bring some comfortable clothes and also a fancy dress – we’ve been invited to a black tie embassy dinner; I’ll supply the rest of what you’ll need to wear. But it might be a good idea for you to wear a ring, then people won’t wonder why I am wearing a ring and you are not,” he said.

“I have a gold friendship ring I can wear. But tell me,” I asked, changing the subject, “did you get laid last night?” He had; in fact, David told me all the juicy details about sex with his wife the night before. It made me very hot to hear what they had done, and I ended up rubbing myself while he described it all.

* * *

Dressed in a conservative skirt and blouse (and even a chemise and panties), looking very proper and professional, I met David at the airport gate on Thursday at noon. He walked right up to me with a huge smile, and we embraced and kissed like long lost lovers. He held me tightly, and I crushed myself against him. We sat together in first class, kissed, drank wine, grabbed each other, but it wasn’t a long enough flight to do much else. David told me he had won a contract to design a new French chancery in our city and that we were invited to attend a dinner (as husband and wife) at the French embassy in Washington. He also had a meeting there on Friday morning, but the rest of the time he was mine; he also told me he had special plans for Friday night.

We kissed in the cab on the way to the hotel and felt each other up. I was already wet and my panties were soaked; David’s cock was rock hard in his pants. All my rubbing had made his cock drip and there was a wet spot on his pants. I rubbed my finger on the spot, then licked my finger clean. We registered at the Four Season in Georgetown and went straight to our hotel room. Our room had a balcony overlooking the Potomac river and office buildings in view on the Virginia side.

I stepped outside; David came up behind me and put his arms around me. His hard cock was pressed against my butt, so I wiggled it against him. “Keep your hands on the rail,” David told me. He reached around and began rubbing my breasts. He unbuttoned my blouse and put his hands up under my chemise so he could squeeze my nipples. I responded by rubbing my ass harder against his cock. With my blouse now open, he lifted my chemise, exposing my A-cup breasts and nipples to the bright sun. Then David reached down and lifted up my skirt in front; he rubbed the palm of his hand against my pantied pussy; my panties were drenched. He pulled my panties down and off; I scanned the office building across the river to see if anyone was watching us. David fingered my pussy as my juices ran down my inner thighs. I was close to cumming, but David stopped to drop his pants and quickly shoved his hard cock deeply into my pussy.

I moaned loudly and said “oh, yes, baby, fuck me.” This time it only took David a few minutes before he was filling my pussy with cum. He knelt down then and began licking my pussy. I ground my cum-filled pussy down against his mouth while his tongue lashed my clitoris. Two of his fingers slid up into my ass, and I was groaning, moaning, and finally shouting as I came in the sunlight, in full view of the Commonwealth of Virginia.

We moved back into our room and got on the bed; actually, there were two queen beds so we used the one by the window. I licked and sucked on David’s cock and balls to get him hard again. I loved the taste of my pussy and his cum mixed together on his cock. When he was hard, I climbed up on straddled his cock and slowly lowered myself on to it. I laid down on his chest, and he held me tightly while I wiggled my hips and ground my clit against him. After I had a string of small orgasms, I laid down next to David, with my ass pressed against his cock, and he rubbed his cock up and down my ass, passing over the entrance to my ass, and finally, with my encouragement, began to insert his cock there while I rubbed my clit. It hurt a bit this time since we were less lubricated, but it was still great to have him deep inside my ass.

David began stuffing fingers into my pussy, and the gebze escort wonderful feeling of three fingers there and his cock in my ass at the same time convinced me that I had to try a double penetration, and soon. David and I came together, and we nestled together, hugging and kissing for an hour, until it was time to get ready for our embassy dinner.

David was quite pleased when he saw me – I had “borrowed” a rather expensive, formal, and yet sexy dress from the store I manage and had had it altered to fit me perfectly. It was black, high in the front but quite low in the back, low enough that I had to wear it without a bra; it wasn’t too short, but I wore it with black thigh-high stockings and no panties; I had a pair of conservative black heels to wear with it, and some diamond earrings, and of course the “wedding ring” I had brought. I was to be introduced as David’s wife, age 29, and say we had been married 4 years. David, meanwhile, put on a handsome tuxedo. The valet called us a cab, and we headed over to the French embassy.

Fortunately, it was a large buffet dinner and many people attended, so my ruse of being David’s kinky mistress pretending to be David’s conservative wife was not too difficult. I had a lovely time flirting with an official from the British embassy, making up all kinds of crap about me and David and our years of marital bliss and hinting at nasty sexual secrets. And whenever I got the chance, I would back David against a wall, take his hand, and place it up under my dress onto my wet, hot pussy.

After dinner, we decided to take a taxi around the city to see the monuments lit up at night. In the back, David and I kissed, and I rubbed his cock through his tuxedo pants while he rubbed my clitoris. We stopped only briefly to view the Washington, Lincoln and Jefferson monuments and White House and Capitol from the taxi. We headed back to our hotel and decided to have last drink in the bar before bed. We sat in plush seats in the corner and David fetched drinks from the bar; two men sat at another table nearby. Then David said he wanted to see me cum.

“Here? Now?” I asked, with an evil grin.

“Yes,” David hissed at me, trying to hold back his desire. So, I raised the front of my dress, little by little, until, as I sat with my legs slightly parted, only he could see my hot, swollen, and very wet pussy and my hot swollen clit peeking out. I licked my fingers and began rubbing myself, a slight moan escaping my lips as I dipped two fingers into my pussy for a moment to draw more juices up around my clit. I leaned my head back, but focused on David’s beautiful brown eyes which were wide with desire for me. My pussy was very wet, and the back of the dress and perhaps the chair were getting damp. The other men, now looking in my direction, could see that my hand was in my lap, but couldn’t see my pussy. I looked in their eyes with passion and desire, then returned my attention to David. He sat stoicly as I crammed three, then four fingers into my pussy and twisted them. My juices were flowing fast.

“Put in your thumb,” David asked. I tucked my thumb underneath my other fingers and tried to corkscrew all five fingers into my sopping wet cunt. They started to slip in, but I was stretched to the max, panting loudly like a slutty bitch in heat. I worked my fingers around and in and out of my cunt until, with a suppressed moan, I came. David stepped up in front of me and downed the rest of his drink as I yanked my hand out of my dirty, naughty cunt. He took my dripping hand in his and helped me up, my dress slipping back down but not before exposing my nasty wet cunt to the other two men in the bar.

Hand-in-hand, David led me to the men’s room. Right inside the door, I dropped to my knees and pulled out David’s hard cock. I sucked it, and rubbed his balls and fingered his ass until he came, quickly, shooting his cum on my face and in my hair. I stood and we walked out, past the two men and the bartender, and across the lobby to the elevators, with David’s cum dripping off my face. In the elevator, I wiped it off with my fingers and licked them clean. In our room at last, we quickly stripped off our clothes, kissed, and went to right to sleep in each other’s arms.

David went back to the French embassy first thing in the morning for his meeting; he said he would call to meet me as soon as he was done. I had at least the morning alone, and I felt very alone without David and pretty much stayed in our room, only going out for a run on the trail nearby. I was very curious about what David had planned for our evening, and took a long hot bath and shaved again, this time deciding to shave off all the hair around my pussy. It felt kinky and lewd to have a bald pussy, but I held back the urge to rub myself. David called at Noon and was already finished; he told me he was going to become both rich and famous with this new contract, as the French government had decided to build an entire cultural center and museum in our city, not just a chancery, and David was going to design it all. My heart beat hard; in all honesty, I really wanted to be there with him, at his side through the times he had ahead. gümüşhane escort I felt a deep pang of envy for his wife, who loved him and whom he loved, but who left something small and important out of their relationship. I felt angry at her and wondered what was wrong with her.

I put on a light summer dress I had brought, totally nude beneath, and David met me for a late but quick seafood lunch in Georgetown (raw oysters and beer) near the hotel. During lunch, I told David that I wanted to see the Vietnam Memorial, so we took a taxi down to the National Mall. We saw the memorial and walked the Mall all afternoon until it was early evening. We were walking along the reflecting pool leading up to the Lincoln Monument and everything was very quiet; all the federal workers had gone home for the weekend and the tourists must have been eating dinner, so David and I were alone.

I stopped him and looked at him; he gave me a questioning look. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him slowly, chastely, passionately. I was ready to do anything he asked. If David had asked me to stay his mistress forever, I would have done it then, but there was no talking. We separated and David sat on a patch of grass in the trees. I walked up to him, hiked up my dress, and straddled his lap. His loins were hot and his cock was hard. We kissed, and I reached down and unzipped his fly. I took his cock out and then lowered myself onto his cock, so it filled me and throbbed inside me. My dress covered us and we sat motionless, holding each other. We stayed like that for a long time, kissing and rocking gently against each other.

Joggers passed us from time to time and gave us a curious look, but we weren’t showing off. We were just sitting together, in the most intimate position possible, savoring the feeling, not trying to cum, until David said we needed to head back for dinner then get ready for the night. I stood up, exposing his cock and feeling my juices run down my inner thighs. After he tucked everything away, I held out a hand and helped him up. We took a taxi to one of the finest restaurants in Washington and ate and talked and drank wine.

Chapter IX

Back in our hotel room, we showered and put on our complimentary robes. David handed me a gift-wrapped package. “This is your attire for the evening,” he said with a big shit-eating grin.

Inside, on top, was a very small and transparent g-string. I took off my robe and put it on; my pussy was clearly visible through the thin white cloth. Next was something black mesh: “It’s a tube mini-dress for you to wear tonight,” David said. I wiggled into it, and it was totally see-thru. My nipples were obvious; hell, it hid nothing, the white g-string was clearly visible and you could still pretty much see my now very hot and inflamed pussy through both. Also in the box were slutty high heels.

“We’re not going out in public with this on me in Washington, D.C., are we?” I asked.

“No,” he said, “we’re going to a private club. It’s a club for couples and bisexual women to meet others interesting in getting together. There’s no sex at the club, I’m told, but many people end up with partners before the end of the night. And best of all, it’s ‘See-Thru Night’ tonight.”

“Oh, baby, what will we do there?”

“Anything you like,” he replied. David dressed in hot, tight underpants and put on the black silk pants and shirt I had given him while I brushed my hair and put on some lipstick. He gave me a raincoat to wear and we went down to get a taxi.

We arrived at the club downtown and saw a lot of very hot and sexy young people headed in. David paid to “join the club” and we entered into a crowded but very clean nightclub. The women were mostly dressed in see-thru items like mine, some with no underwear at all. I checked David’s raincoat and we went to the bar. There were two bars and a dance floor, and I saw a few people dancing, feeling each other up lewdly. I could smell the scent of pussy in the air, and my nipples were at full attention. As we pushed through to the bar, any number of hands brushed over my breasts and bare ass. Almost naked women brushed their breasts against me, and I was already sopping wet. See-Thru Night meant you could really see everything. Everywhere I looked there were nipples and pussies and even an occasional cock and balls, tantalizingly hidden behind there sheerest veils. There were so many young, beautiful people here, and so many women, I might have even started salivating.

We had to push through a crowd to get to the bar. David got us some stiff drinks. I grabbed his cock through his pants and it was stiff and throbbing in his underpants. It was a good thing his pants weren’t see-thru. I felt another hard cock press against my ass and a breast pressed against my arm. Above the bar, on TV screens, I saw a video of two totally hot naked women crushed together in a small enclosed space, kissing, their hands caressing each others’ pussies. “Oh baby, that is so sexy,” I told David. I gulped my drink and started gyrating my hips to the music, dancing with David at the bar, enjoying David’s hard cock in front and still izmir escort feeling another hard cock pressed against my ass. We finished a couple drinks and I asked David to come dance. The hardness of his cock was pretty obvious, but then he wasn’t the only one.

We went onto the dance floor and danced like teenagers – pressed against each other, getting our hands everywhere they could reach. I lifted one leg around David and pressed my hot wet pussy against his leg and started humping it. My panties were soaked and so were David’s pants. But others around us were dancing likewise. We would turn and find some hot woman (and in my case sometimes a hot man) dancing next to you and more than once I felt a stray hand pass over my ass, pussy and nipples. More than once, I had a nice long lingering feel of someone’s hard cock or hot pussy. A couple of people stopped us to welcome us to the club and said we were fitting in fine, but warned us to remember the rules: no public sex or total nudity, we were told. And only women were allowed in “the closet.”

“What’s the closet?” I asked. The woman pointed at the TV screens over the bar and around the club..

“That’s not a movie,” she said, “it’s a closed circuit monitor. Two women can go into the closet in the back and do anything they like, as long as there’s no overt penetration, and everyone else gets to watch.” I looked at the screens again and another pair of women were in “the closet;” one was licking the other’s pussy.

“Wow!” I said, feeling weak at the knees and wanting to lick something, anything, soon.

“You just ask if you want to try it, beautiful,” the woman said to me, dancing away with her partner. David started pinching my nipples through the dress.

“You want to try it, don’t you?” He asked with a smile.

“Absolutely, it’ll warm me up for the rest of the evening.” We moved to the lounge area and had a seat on an open couch. While we had a couple more drinks, several couples came to talk with us. Most of them were interested in knowing whether we had swapped before and we said we were open to anything; but we were in no hurry. But, then, a beautiful young brunette with long hair named Jeanette came and sat next to me. Her husband Len sat beside her. The four of us clicked right away and talked about a million things while her husband caressed her almost totally exposed C-cup breasts and rick hard nipples. David took that as his lead, and began running his fingers up and down my legs, then exposing my sheer wet panties, then openly massaging my clit through the thin opaque fabric. I found it hard to concentrate, and reached out to David. My hand fell on his lap and I could feel his cock throbbing inside. I squeezed him tight, and it was very clear that I held something hard and hot and big in my hand.

Our conversation with Jeanette and Len got increasingly sexual. She asked me if I like to suck cock, and I said of course I did. She asked me if I like anal and said she and her husband did it often. I said I loved anal and that David loved fucking my ass hard. She asked me if I’d ever licked another woman’s pussy. I admitted I hadn’t. Then she asked if she could kiss me. I almost fainted, and whispered “yes, please.”

She leaned in and our lips met. Her tongue was in my mouth was soft and wet and mine responded. David’s fingers pressed lewdly into the folds of my hot pussy. Then she put two finger up under her skirt and brought two totally drenched fingers covered with pussy juice to my mouth. I sucked them hungrily and told her I wanted to fuck her with my tongue. I asked her if she’d ever been in “the closet.” She said once and would I like to try it with her.

“Yeah, right now,” I said. We got up and Len and David sat on the couch talking and watching the TV screen showing the inside of the closet while Jeanette and I made our way there. Another hot twosome was coming out, faces wet with each other’s juices. Jeanette and I went in. We put our arms around each other and kissed; I couldn’t believe everyone outside was watching us but it made me incredibly hot to know they were. I wanted to put on a good show.

“I have to warn you, I get really juicy,” Jeanette said. I could hardly wait!

Her fingers made it around my g-string and massaged my cunt; she had no panties on at all and her pussy was at least as hot and dripping wet as mine. Jeanette pulled off my dress and I removed her skirt and top. She knelt down, and plunged her tongue into my pussy, swirling around, licking up and down and all around my clit. I threw my head back and twisted and pulled my nipples; I thrashed and moaned, and in the end I came hard, rubbing my juicy cunt all over her mouth. I licked her face clean then sucked on her beautiful hard nipples. She was rubbing her hot wet pussy up and down my thigh and it was getting pretty wet. Finally, I too got down and stared at her beautiful, naked, wet pussy. Her pussy lips and clitoris were swollen and wet. My tongue reached in to touch her clit. She smelled and tasted so good. She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled me tight there while I licked her, squeezed his clit between my lips, nibbled with my teeth. She was moaning loudly and her juices were soon all over my face. She started shouting that she was going to cum, and she came with a gush. Her juices flowed out all over my face and breasts and dribbled down my front and over my own pussy. I was sold, I wanted to own one of these dolls for myself.

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I used to know this couple Jason and Sarah. Jason was my friend first and then he met Sarah. She was pretty cool, as was Jason. We all got along really well and would hang out a lot. They looked great together. Really good actually. A friend of ours, Ben, needed housemates and it worked out that we were all living in a house together, Ben, Jason, Sarah and me.

One day I’d come home from work early, as my boss had given me the afternoon off. So I’d caught the bus home and was in my room flipping through a magazine and planning to have a bit of a nap. I heard the front door open. I was surprised. No-one usually got home for another two hours or so. I listened for who it was, but didn’t reveal my presence. I could hear whoever it was throw their keys on the kitchen bench then move to the lounge room. I heard the stereo being switched on. Then I heard someone speak. It was Jason. “Baby, come here,” he said. That’s when I heard the second voice. I couldn’t hear what was said or who said it, but I knew it was a woman.

I was curious now. I strained to hear further but with the soft music playing and my bedroom door closed, I couldn’t hear anything. Frustrated by this, I turned the knob on my door quietly. I hesitated for a moment to see if anyone had noticed, then gently pulled the door open. My room leads onto a hallway, and from the lounge room you can’t see my door, but you can see most of the hallway. I stepped into the hall, hugging the wall a bit. I could hear much better now. Quite unmistakably. I could hear the sounds of sex.

I giggled to myself for a moment. Trust Jason and Sarah to both ditch work so they could have the house to themselves. I was about to return to my room and leave them to it when I heard Jason call out. The sound was a cross between ecstasy and agony. It was raw and powerful, and yet surprisingly vulnerable. It stopped me in my tracks. I had never heard Jason like this before. I wasn’t adana escort sure what I was thinking or feeling, but I couldn’t move from my position against the wall. Now I could hear her too. Just soft breathy moans. I could imagine Jason was going down on her, licking her pussy. And his hands…they’d be up on her breasts, cupping her and pinching her nipples. They must be on the sofa, I thought. Or were they on the carpet? Were they lying on each other, their bodies rubbing against each other, hip to hip, legs entwined…or was she sitting on the sofa, with Jason kneeling before her…her head thrown back, her hands threaded through his hair, pushing his head into her wanting more, pulling him back because it was too much…

I slowly turned and sank to the floor. Just listening to them was…strange. I realised with a start that I was sopping wet. Horror filled me for a second. I slipped my hand beneath my skirt and felt my wetness through my underpants. I bit my lip. Sitting there like that – my hand on my clothed pussy, listening to the sounds of two of my best friends fucking. How did this happen again?

There was a change in the living room. Instead of just Sarah I could hear them both. I could hear her still, but her moans had evolved to soft groans. And him, Jason, he was moaning now too. I could tell from the way they both broke off their moans abruptly, simultaneously, then started again, that he was fucking her…and fucking her hard by the sounds of it. Without thinking I let my fingers slip beneath the elastic of my underwear and I felt my hot throbbing pussy and my slick wetness. With my thumb strumming my swollen clit, I thrust my middle finger inside me. As I did I heard Jason say “Yeah baby. That’s it.” My pussy gushed. It was like he was encouraging me. I slipped another finger inside me. I made my plunging fingers match every hard thrust I imagined Jason was making into Sarah’s ankara escort moist, hot sex.

I was reaching desperation point, and with hurried movements I pulled my underpants down so I could touch myself with both hands, one hand working furiously on my clit, stroking and pinching myself, the other deep inside me, thrusting with Jason. I don’t think I was imagining myself with Jason. It wasn’t like that. It was the thought of those two together that was making me so hot. Every touch I made on myself I imagined a similar touch on Sarah. I imagined her response, and the way Jason would feel when he saw her enjoyment. I listened to their breathy moans and I could hear the noises of their lovemaking. I could actually hear his penis and her vagina as they came together, and pulled apart. With my legs spread wide, I imagined her blonde hair curled over her shoulders and trailing on her full breasts. I could see in my mind, Jason take Sarah’s erect nipple in his beautiful mouth and suck and bite as his hips moved between hers, his naked buttocks thrusting.

In a moment I had come. Just like that. No warning. Just suddenly and hard. In my heady after-climax daze I heard Jason and Sarah come together. Their cries gave me a further buzz as another wave shuddered through me, making my nipples ache and my clit throb. For a moment I sat there in the hallway, my underwear round my ankles, my hands still beneath my skirt. Then I heard a soft laugh and murmur from the other room. I could hear them kissing. In a panic I jumped to my feet, pulling my pants up. They couldn’t know I was there. They couldn’t know I had heard. And they most definitely couldn’t know what I had done. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Quietly, I slipped back through my bedroom door and softly closed it.

I lay on my back on my bed. My pulse was still racing and I was breathing fast. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. But adıyaman escort I felt wonderful. I had never felt so turned on before.

I just lay on my bed thinking over what I had heard and imagined. I lay there till the evening came and my room was cloaked in darkness. I heard Ben come home with one of his mates, and the busy sounds of the television on and dinners being cooked. When I heard Jason and Sarah leave the house I ventured out and pretended I had been asleep. I didn’t see either Jason or Sarah again that night.

The next morning when I walked into the kitchen they were already up. Jason was making coffee and Sarah was sitting at the table eating toast. They both looked up and smiled at me. “Want a cup?” Jason asked. I shook my head and grabbed my cereal and a bowl. I sat down at the table with Sarah and poured myself some breakfast.

“What did you get up to last night?” she asked.

“Nothing. Big night in,” I replied. As I poured my milk I tried not to notice the way her dressing gown gaped a little as she leaned for another bit of toast. I tried to ignore the soft curve of her breast that was flashed at me, oh so briefly. Jason started telling me a story about one of the guys he worked with. He was laughing and acting normal, but all I could think of was how different his voice had sounded yesterday afternoon when he had cried out. Sitting through that breakfast was agony for me. Sarah disappeared to get ready for work, and Ben wandered out scratching his head and looking dazed and in dire need of a caffeine shot.

As I was about to leave I stopped by the kitchen again to grab some fruit. Jason and Sarah were there. The were kissing goodbye for the morning, and as I watched them unobserved, I saw Jason’s hand move down to cup her bottom and pull her closer. I saw her press her breasts against his chest and how her tongue reached out for his, licking his lips teasingly before plunging into his mouth. I felt a jolt of excitement course through my groin, and it was then that I knew. I knew that it would never be the same. Listening and imagining wasn’t enough. I had to see them. I wanted to watch them. And I wanted to fuck myself while I did.

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I usually write fiction but I’m going to try something a bit different this time around. This will be a retelling of actual events that happened a few years ago. It was one of the wildest nights of my life, which I often fantasize about. Some of what went on has become inspiration for my stories. I’m a little nervous telling this since it was one time in my life where I was completely uninhibited and naughty. I guess there is enough anonymity here that allows me to write about what happened so here it is. I’ve changed some of the names to help keep it anonymous.

*

I had just graduated from college and my friends were throwing me a graduation party. I was renting a small, two-bedroom house that had an open floor plan. My friends asked if they could setup the party at my house since it was the most convenient place and I agreed. There were nine of us girls and three guys there. Everything started out fairly tame — a little bit of drinking, some music and a little bit of dancing.

Around 10 pm there was a knock on the door. I thought that it might have been one of my friends showing up late, but when I opened the door, a police officer was standing there.

“Excuse me, are you Brianna Morgan?” he asked in a firm voice.

“Yes,” I replied a little hesitantly. “Is there a problem?” I nervously fingered the hem of my short miniskirt feeling awkward and on the spot. I didn’t think the music was too loud but maybe that was all it was about.

“I have a warrant for your arrest.”

“What for?” I was baffled. I couldn’t think of anything I’d possibly done outside of a late parking ticket.

The officer gave a big grin, “For being way too sexy.”

I heard laughter and giggles from my living room and then it finally dawned on me. I felt kind of stupid for not realizing sooner, but I wasn’t expecting my friends to order a male stripper for me. When he came inside, someone put an energetic rock song on the stereo and he started dancing circles around me. I felt a little self-conscious. I didn’t know if I should dance with him or what. I just stood there shyly and watched him with a silly grin on my face.

The “officer” took me by the hand and sat me down in a chair. He then proceeded to handcuff my wrists behind the chair. I playfully resisted at first but allowed him to restrain me to the chair. He unbuttoned his shirt and swayed his hips back and forth in front of me to the rhythm of the music. The girls in the room were whistling and giving catcalls as he twirled his shirt and threw it across the room. My friend, Amber, came up behind him and started rubbing his bare chest as he had his hands behind his head and grooved to the music. She let her hands travel down to the button of his pants. He offered no resistance as she undid the button and unzipped them.

The stripper’s name was Jake and he was giving us quite a show. He slowly inched his pants down making us anticipate what was underneath. After much teasing, he finally slid his pants off revealing a tiny black thong much to the delight of all the females in the room. It left little to the imagination and there was even a strategically placed silver police design on the front that drew attention to his nice package.

This bronze Adonis had a perfect body. He was well-muscled and tan all over. The girls started breaking out the dollar bills and stuffing them in his thong as he continued to swivel his hips in front of them. I couldn’t do anything but watch since I was still handcuffed to the chair. Nicole got on her knees in front of him with a dollar bill between her teeth. I don’t know how she did it, but she managed to expertly stuff the dollar deep down the front of his thong with her tongue.

I was starting to feel left out until Jake, the stripper, came over to me and started giving me a lap dance as a slower song came on the stereo. His well-endowed package was just inches from my face. I don’t know if it was the atmosphere of it all or the drinks, but having this gorgeous, nearly-naked hunk so close to me was making me feel deep sensations of lust.

After a few minutes of smooth erotic dancing where his body occasionally brushed up against me, he then started to unbutton my blouse. I almost protested but I was curious to see where this was going to lead. I was feeling a little apprehensive because three of my guy friends were sitting over at the bar watching intently. Jake slid the blouse down my arms and it hung by my wrists. The fact that my arms were restrained behind my back left my breasts thrusting forward in my tight bra.

My miniskirt had a zipper on the side, which Jake proceeded to unzip revealing a generous view of my leg. “Woah-woah-wait, where is this going?” I started to protest.

“It’s not really fair that I’m the only one here in barely nothing,” he replied with a devilish grin. “Plus, blame your friends. It was part of what they paid for.”

He inched my skirt down to my hips as I gave a nervous laugh and told ordu escort him I wasn’t so sure about this. He almost stopped but all my friends were cheering him on. He slid my skirt down an inch more to see if I would put up a fight. When I didn’t, he finished sliding the skirt down my legs while all my friends were cheering about my rather revealing predicament.

I was feeling incredibly self-conscious now, particularly since some of my guy friends were seeing me in such an exposed state. They had seen me in a bikini before, but the flimsiness of my skimpy string bikini panties and tight bra made me feel almost naked in front of them. The guys were grinning ear to ear. I particularly didn’t want John to see me in this state. I knew he really liked me and I wasn’t sure about my feelings towards him yet, but we were close friends. I could only imagine what was going through his mind in regards to the vulnerable position I was in.

The stripper came up behind me and reached over to place his hands on my legs. His hands slowly traveled up my thighs and then he let his fingers hook under the stringy part of my panties as he traced underneath. His hands then glided up my body and I was getting sexy little tingling sensations. My nipples had already been getting hard and now they protruded through the thin fabric of my bra, which made me feel even more exposed. It made it even worse when he slowly allowed his hands to brush by them. Of course, my friends were egging him on the whole time.

After the song finished, Amber announced that the remainder of the evening was for ladies only. Apparently there was more planned and I couldn’t imagine what. The guys started to protest because the excitement was just getting started. They apparently didn’t want to miss out on anything. She insisted until the guys reluctantly left, leaving a roomful of horny girls alone with one hot male stripper.

After the guys left, Jake grabbed his police baton and started tapping it in the palm of his hand, “Now what should we do with this?”

My girlfriends were voicing their delight as he took the baton and started tracing the curves of my body with it pausing long enough to circle the firmness of my nipples, which were about to burst through the fabric. He then dragged it along the crease of where my thighs were together. He applied pressure until my thighs spread an inch. He then started rubbing the baton against my most secret place. I tried not to show much of a reaction but I think I let a slight moan escape my lips.

After all the teasing, he uncuffed me and I had an insane amount of sexual tension built up. I’m guessing my friends were paying him by the hour since the evening was far from over. He did some bellybutton shots off some of the girls and they did some on him. They even did a few which were called blowjob shots where he put a shot glass in the front of his thong for the girls to drink from. There was a lot of laughter and everyone was acting crazy.

A few of the girls took turns getting lap dances. Most everyone was down to their underwear now so I didn’t feel as self-conscious anymore about being in mine. Kelly couldn’t keep her hands off the stripper when she was getting her lap dance. She ran her fingers down his body and then hooked them into his thong as she started to pull it down. He gently pulled her hands away before she could but she still kept trying.

After that dance, Jake handcuffed two of my other friends together and started to dance for them. At this point, the handcuffs served an actual purpose since he was having a hard time preventing the girls he danced for from trying to remove his thong.

“Okay,” Nicole piped in. “Just about everyone in this room has been handcuffed except for our stripper here. How about it, Jake?”

Jake shook his head and laughed, “I don’t think so.”

Nicole pulled out a bill and teased, “There’s an extra twenty in it for you. And maybe we’ll dance for you.”

Jake mulled it over. He was about to refuse and then said, “Alright, what the hell.”

We led him over to the corner of the room where my exercise equipment is. We secured his arms above his head to a bar on one of the weight machines.

Jennifer approached him, “Hmm, now that you are at our mercy, what should we do with you?” She snaked a finger under his tight thong by the hip and slowly moved along the front until her fingers were doing a tickling motion underneath.

Jake had a look on his face, which made me think that he regretted agreeing to be handcuffed. “Just remember the rules,” he said. Apparently we’re not allowed to touch his private area.

“What rules?” Jennifer flashed a wicked grin.

Kelly brought forward a bottle of massage oil and handed it to me. “This might be fun. Since it’s your party, you should have the honors, Brianna.”

I gave her a devilish look and took the bottle from her squirting a liberal amount in my hands. I put my hands on osmaniye escort his chest and he flinched a little at the coldness of the oil. I then proceeded to run my hands along the roundness of his pecs and glided down the ripples of his abs. I was even daring enough let my fingers slide down the front of his thong a little. I could feel that he was closely shaved and my fingertips brushed ever so gently against his semi-erect shaft. I could tell that there was a lot of potential there. I was on my knees lubing up his thighs and could see a slight pulsating from underneath the tight thong as it protruded outward towards me. Having complete control over his perfect body was making me get moist and wet as a hunger was starting to build in my loins.

Jake was now thoroughly oiled and his glistening, bronze body made him look even more desirable. Amber came forward tapping the police baton firmly in her hand. She had kind of a dominatrix vibe going on as she was wearing only black panties and bra but still had her high heels on. Jake actually tensed up a little as she ran the baton up and down his body and then started circling his protruding package with it.

“Have you been a bad boy?” she asked in a teasing voice as she lightly slapped his bare bottom with the baton a couple of times. Everyone was giggling and I could tell that Jake was starting to feel a bit humiliated. Amber walked behind him and started pulling up on the back of his thong. This was causing the front to press tightly and precariously against his growing erection and I could see a few hairs escaping over the top. The baton was now oily from being against his body so Amber started rubbing it up and down the cleft of his ass cheeks.

“Don’t go there,” Jake said.

“What if I want to,” Amber whispered in his ear.

“Seriously, don’t go there,” Jake warned.

“Oh, don’t worry, big guy, I’m only teasing,” she purred while patting his bottom with her hand.

Jake breathed a sigh of relief. I wonder if he really thought he was going to get ass-raped with the baton because he started to look nervous for a second there. “Okay, you can uncuff me now,” he announced.

I was feeling particularly naughty and stepped forward. I really don’t know what had gotten into me because I am never like this but all my inhibitions were out the door.

“Wait, there’s one more thing,” I said as I traced my fingers down his body. I then cupped his package, which was now precariously contained in his tight thong, and gently rubbed my hand along the satiny material. I could feel the outline of the head of his cock underneath the fabric.

“You really shouldn’t do that,” he said.

“Oh, really?” I looked him in the eye and he wasn’t very convincing. I would have stopped if I felt like he was really uncomfortable, but I could tell that he was getting pleasure.

I got on my knees and hooked my fingers underneath his thong. I turned to my friends with a devilish grin, “Should I?” They chanted for me to do it. He was giving a little bit of resistance and telling me not to, but I slowly pulled his thong down anyway. His manhood flopped out right in front of my face and all the girls squealed with delight. I must say that he was well hung. Everyone took turns touching and squeezing it, which only caused it to grow even more.

“Look how much power we have over it,” Jennifer giggled. She had some oil on her hands from touching his body and decided it would be a good idea to stroke it. Her hand glided easily along the shaft. “Ooh, you should feel how hot it is.”

“This really isn’t a good idea,” Jake responded a bit out of breath.

“We think it’s a great idea!” Kelly replied with glee. She put a towel underneath him and then brought a bottle of champagne over. She proceeded to pour the champagne on his cock, which made it wet and dripping. She then squirted a line of whipped cream along the shaft. She turned to me and said, “He’s all yours, Brianna.”

I was so drunk with horniness that I even surprised myself when I got on my knees, stuck my tongue out and gently licked the whipped cream off his swollen manhood. “Mmmm, that’s actually quite tasty.”

“You know, this is breaking all the rules,” Jake said as he was now breathing heavily.

“Oh, we don’t mind,” I replied as I licked the whipped cream off my lips. I then let my tongue flicker on the tip to catch a few drops of champagne.

“Ooh, this looks like fun,” Nicole added as she knelt down beside me. “Mind if I join?”

“Not at all,” I replied.

Nicole was on one side and I was on the other as we ran our tongues along the length of his shaft. We all giggled as he let out an involuntary moan. Nicole put the tip of his head in her mouth and gave it a nice long suck before making a nice big yummm sound. I wondered what was going through Jake’s mind, but he seemed to be in a state of reluctant ecstasy. Not many guys can say that they’ve had two sinop escort supple young women running their tongues up and down their manhood.

“Come on, Brianna, let’s see how much of it you can take in,” Kelly prompted.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” They kept coaxing me to do it. I looked up at Jake and he had a dazed expression on his face. We were already past the point of no return so I gave in. I lightly put my lips around his tip and let my tongue swirl there a little. I really liked the feel of my tongue and lips on his swollen head. I lingered there a bit and I could feel him grow even more while he was in my mouth.

My friends started cheering me on as I took in half the length of his swollen member. Jake was making moaning sounds with each breath as I took a little bit more of him in with each motion. It wasn’t long before I could feel his dick pulsating in my mouth. I tasted a little bit of sweetness and realized that he was on the verge and decided I better pull off of him.

“Oh, my, I think he’s about to explode already,” I said. I was a little bit breathless myself. His rod was purple and throbbing with a little bit of come oozing from the tip. Jake was groaning and begging me to finish him off.

“Ahh, you can’t leave the poor guy like that,” Amber teased.

“Yeah, that would be mean,” I agreed, smiling like a vixen. I could tell he had a massive load built up. His balls were large and taut against the skin and his penis was still throbbing and oozing while he pleaded with me to finish. I picked it up gingerly between my thumb and two fingers. I gave it a gentle squeeze and a small amount of fluid spurted out as he moaned in agony and my friends giggled with delight. It wasn’t going to take much for him to erupt at this point.

Deciding that I had done enough teasing, I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked up and down the length. It was well lubricated and my hand glided easily along the shaft. I was only about five strokes in when he let out a massive groan and exploded. I gasped as his hot liquid splashed against my breasts and started to run into my cleavage. My friends gave a delighted cheer. I was thoroughly amazed and captivated by his eruption so I kept squeezing him. He released several more explosions that also hit my stomach and thighs, so I was pretty much soaked by the time he was finished.

The girls laughed at me when I stood up and had his juices all over me. I quickly grabbed the towel off the floor to stop his fluid from flowing to my panties and soaking them. After that, we decided to set our captive free and uncuff him. Nicole handed him the twenty she had promised.

“I think I earned it,” he said, still out of breath.

“Oh, don’t be silly, you obviously enjoyed every minute of it,” she grinned.

Jake smiled back. “Okay, where are my clothes.”

“Hmm, good question,” Jennifer laughed. She had hidden his clothes while we had him handcuffed. “But I found something that you can wear for us instead.” She had found a pair of my G-string panties laying on my dresser and decided it would be fun to make him wear them. She pulled them back on her finger like a rubber band and shot them over to him.

Jake shook his head. “You girls are crazy. There’s no way I’m putting these on. I want even be able to fit into them.”

“Then I guess you’ll just have to stay naked,” she replied with a naughty look. He still refused.

“Come on Jake, if you dance for us in those panties there might just be some more money in it for you,” Amber teased as she dangled some bills in front of him.

He finally relented. I guess he realized that the easiest way he was going to get his clothes back was to go along with it. He went behind my couch to put them on, which was funny because he was already naked. I’m not sure why he felt the need for privacy. He had already gone soft after his massive explosion, but he still had to work at tucking his equipment into my skimpy white G-string. After much effort he finally succeeded.

He stepped out from behind the couch and everyone erupted into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, dear,” I said with my jaw dropped. “I’m never going to be able to wear those again.”

The panties were stretched to capacity and were just barely enough to hold him in check. There was no way those G-strings would contain an erection, but I imagined that would be a fun sight if he got one. They must have been uncomfortably tight as he kept pulling the strings and adjusting the front. They were probably crushing his balls a bit too.

Someone started the music and everyone was chanting for him to dance. He was a good sport about it and gave a good show despite what he was wearing. I had never imagined that I would ever get turned on by a guy dancing in a skimpy pair of women’s panties but there was something erotic about it. I found the idea of 200 pounds of well-muscled hunk squeezed into a pair of my G-strings kind of exciting.

The lights in the room were subdued and I had a black light in the corner. Someone turned it on and it made the tiny white panties take on a light of their own as they seemed to glow against his tan body. We tipped him generously for his efforts as he had dollar bills stuffed in at all angles.

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She often loved to masturbate.

In fact she loved it so much that if the urge took her, no matter where she was she would always find a way to masturbate. She was incredibly attractive, in her late twenties with a fit, toned body, tanned skin, very long legs, she had shoulder length black hair and big brown eyes.

Born a natural exhibitionist she really didn’t care much if any one noticed when she had the urge to play with herself, after all that was a good part of the turn on for her, the thrill at the thought of getting caught, or better still to actually be caught. Even the thought that somebody was watching her even if she could not see them.

She first discovered her “kink” at around the age of 16 while still living with her parents. She would often sneak into the lounge room late at night to watch old horror movies where there would be some helpless woman being stalked by Vampires in a white sheer negligee with heaving pale breasts that could barely be contained by the woman’s night wear. The crotch of her panties becoming more and damp as she watched. At first she would gently tense her thighs just slightly making the warm, wet tingle between her legs intensify. Then as she became more aroused she would slowly tease herself, softly stroking the damp material of her cotton panties with her fingers with the softest, lightest of touch until the point came where she could no longer stand it. Well aware her strict Christian parents would punish her severely if she were to be caught she would slip her hand down her panties and relish in the hot, slippery first touch of her now fully aroused cunt.

At the age of seventeen whilst her older brother was visiting home on a break from university with his room mate she made sure the room mate who she thought was cute, accidentally got a good view of her laid on her bed with her panties pulled aside and three fingers buried deep in her cunt. From across the landing from her brother’s room he had an uninterrupted view while she frigged herself slowly, her eyes fixed on the bulge in his shorts.

Later after she had experienced college life and grown more mature sexually having had several sexual partners both male and female she took a gap year and went travelling. She longed to escape the claustrophobic town of her upbringing. She saved money from her job at the local greengrocers, bought a tent and set off around England in her car stopping off at all the places she had loved whilst on holiday when she was a child.

One of her favourite “times away,” as she called it, was while in the far Southwest she pulled onto a campsite she was familiar with from childhood found a good spot away from the population and pitched her tent. Tired from her seven-hour drive she zipped up the door and fell straight to sleep,

The next morning she woke to hear voices outside and emerging from her tent she discovered a young couple had set up camp just a few meters away, both seemed nice people, around her age, the three greeted each other and after a few days had become friends.

One particular night she lay in her tent reading her book, when she heard the couple in the tent opposite talking and giggling quietly. It was a hot summer night so she just had the mosquito net door zipped up she could see their tent through the mesh and the silhouette of the couple inside she looked back at her book. A few seconds later she heard a groan. She looked up from her book and could clearly see the man inside the tent with a full erection and his young wife on all fours with her ass in the air gently sucking on the tip of his impressive cock.

She smiled to herself and quietly put her book down to watch the couple. It didn’t take long for her to begin to get aroused and lying there in the dark she began to stroke her nipple through her vest top, it became stiff and tingled at her touch. She opened her legs slightly and began to gently rock her hips as she watched the couple, the woman clearly enjoying her husbands cock, as she sucked stroked and licked she had her own hand between her legs fingering herself.

This was getting too much laying here watching and listening alone in the tent, still teasing her nipple she slid her other kırşehir escort hand down her tummy and began to softly stroke her damp panties like when she was at home. Her cunt lips began to swell and her clit tingled. She traced her juicy slit through her wet panties with her finger down then up again, her crotch suddenly flooded with her juices. She lifted her ass up and hooking her thumbs over the elasticated waistband of her panties she pulled them down her thighs and kicked them off into oblivion. The moans from the other tent intensified and she could now see the wife straddle her husband and guide his cock into her pussy she slowly lowered herself down his long shaft and began to fuck him slowly her breasts gently bouncing with each undulation.

Legs spread wide now as she watched the couple fuck she spread her cunt with one hand and stroked her soaking slit with the other teasing around her soft hole first with one finger then a second, spreading her hot juices up her slit and slowly wetting her clit. Then teasingly with her fingers gently dipping just the tips into her hot cunt hole. She let out a soft moan as her cunt tightened gently gripping her fingertips. Then she tasted herself, something she loved to do, she loved the taste of her own cunt and in the past she had experimented with her female friends and the first time she ever tasted another females cunt she loved it.

She licked her sweet juices slowly from her fingers if there was something she loved to do it was take her time she loved to tease herself very slowly it made for a more intense orgasm. She returned her hand to her cunt slowly circling her clit with the tip of her index finger. She felt a hot shiver run over her whole body and followed the course of her now burning slit down to her aching hole teasing around it slowly before gently pushing her fingers deep inside, “ohhhhh fuck!” She exclaimed as a mini orgasm gripped her.

She had become so caught up in her own pleasure she had completely forgotten about the couple who were fucking in the other tent. Suddenly she heard the woman say, “SHHHH! Did you hear that?”

The sound of the door being unzipped did not stop her she was far too caught up in what was going on so much so that she did not even notice the couple staring in through the mesh door of her own tent at her open legged fingering her cunt slowly. They had the perfect view of her as she finger fucked herself into what was obviously a mind blowing orgasm. The couple just sat and watched her for a few minutes in stunned disbelief before returning to their tent.

Several years later she found herself working in Ibiza as a rep for a night-club there, she loved it and often she would explore the coast by moped seeking out quiet coves and beaches where she would masturbate sometimes alone sometimes whilst being observed. On one occasion she found a nice secluded spot and after some time of playing with her self became aware of another young woman watching her the young woman shyly smiling at her so she beckoned to this young lady to join her. The pair of them masturbated together watching each other as they came over and over again never once touching each other but just enjoying watching and coming together.

On a separate occasion she ventured up into the hills this time as she fucked herself she was joined by a group of eight young guys. As she lay on her blanket massaging her wet cunt they grouped around her all of them stroking their hard cocks, watching her as she came for them, she asked nothing more than that they shower her with their hot spunk and as she writhed in ecstasy stroking her tanned body and squeezing her tits with her fingers in her cunt each of them gave her what she wanted. Her naked body drenched in their cum, laying in the hot sun as she fucked out the dregs of one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had with her own hand, sounding a little like a puppy pining for food.

It was around this time in her life that she realised this was really her thing, she liked sex but she loved to masturbate more than anything and masturbating with an audience!

She came up with an idea as the club she worked for had been struggling malatya escort to make any business and it was at this point that she walked into her bosses office with a plan to save his club.

When he asked her what this “great idea” of hers was she was only too happy to show him.

She walked over to the couch he had at one end of the office and sat, facing him as he sat behind his desk. She perched on the edge of it sitting straight upright with her legs together and her hands on her knees Looking him right in the eyes she slowly opened her legs revealing a perfect up skirt view of her lacy black panties. The boss raised one eyebrow, he could just make out the little black stripe of her neatly trimmed pubic hair through the black, sheer triangle of her panties.

She started squeezing her tits together in her tight black blouse that was unbuttoned so that her tanned cleavage cupped in black lace almost looked like it was going to burst out at him, running her fingers trough her hair and caressing her body pretty much as a lap dancer performs. After a few minutes of this she stands and strides over to the bosses desk crawling up onto it and laying down with her legs spread wide so that the boss is sitting, looking right at her little black panties. She begins her hypnotic tease for him slowly stroking her cunt through the lace of her panties, slowly teasing her slit softly, so softly. When she could feel her cunt becoming nice and wet she slowly hooked a finger around the crotch of her damp panties and gently pulled them aside revealing her beautifully shaven cunt to him, he was so close he could even see her shimmering juices glistening where her cunt hole was, then she spread her cunt for him, her lovely pink hole oozing wet. It was at this point that she instructed him that there would strictly be no touching only watching to which he open mouthed nodded in agreement.

She began to tease her cunt just a foot or so away from his face so close that he could smell her horny, delicious scent. She slowly circled her plush, pink hole with one finger as her juices trickled out lapping them up her slit to her throbbing, swollen clit. Drawing back her clitoral hood so that her sweet little button peeped out at him she gently rubbed at it before slowly plunging her finger deep inside her cunt. Taking her glistening wet fingers she slowly licks her juices from them and returned her hand to her cunt this time she rammed three fingers deep inside repeatedly, fucking herself into an orgasm.

Her back arched off the desk as she cam over and over in a blinding multiple orgasm she pulled her fingers from her creaming cunt and licked at them hungrily, this was such a turn on to her she had always wanted to wank right in a guys face.

She flipped herself over on the desk kneeling up on all fours and spreading her legs wide cocked her gorgeous round ass into the air, she slid all four fingers along her dripping slit rubbing in a circular motion slowly introducing them into her hole. Her cunt began to squeeze her fingers as another orgasm approached and she let out a shout of delight. Once again she withdrew her fingers and tasted her handy work.

She turned and sat on the desk smiling at her boss who was still sitting open mouthed with a huge hardon in his trousers. She went on to explain that her idea was to once a week hold an event for people who were the same as her. And that she loved people watching her masturbate and she loved to see others wank too. And that at some point when the clientele had been established for this event she wanted to enter the it for a world record, the largest number of people masturbating together in one place!

Her boss just nodded open mouthed.

The next month was spent working hard canvassing the island, drumming up interest for the weekly event. Sooner than she had liked the time was quickly upon her and it was opening night!

She wasn’t even sure how this would all begin and as the club rapidly became full for the first time in her masturbating life she felt nervous. At around midnight the DJ announced the arrival of the “entertainment” and to the sound of the cheering crowd several very niğde escort attractive males and females appeared on podiums around the club. The pounding music began and the podium dancers began their act. Plenty of people were already positioned in dark areas of the club masturbating and watching and as she walked around she could feel this was going to be a great debut. The female podium dancers were already stimulating themselves and the males fully erect slowly wanking their stiff cocks, grinding and dancing. More and more club goers were getting into the swing of thing too.

As she walked round the club she became overwhelmed with lust to join in and found herself a good spot at the bar between a young attractive couple she ordered a drink and looked the female up and down smiling at her. She hopped up onto the bar sitting between them both the guy was already stroking his hardon through his trousers. She opened her legs wide for the pair of them to get a good view up her short, black dress revealing that she had no panties on they could both clearly see she was already soaking wet. From her viewpoint she could see most of the club now from up on the bar and everywhere she looked she could see hard cocks being stroked and open legged women fingerfucking themselves.

As she looked back down from the bar at the couple the guy already had his cock out and in his hand slowly stroking it, his gaze fixed on her glistening little cunt. With that she lay back on the bar and slid her dress up her thighs, letting her fingers softly stroke the short trimmed stripe of pubic hair she shuddered as her cunt begged her for more attention. The female of the couple positioned herself on a bar stool and took off her pink panties and began to massage her sweet little clit.

Laid out, spread eagle on the bar she gently let her fingers brush her neatly trimmed pubic mound her cunt ached and she tingled from head to toe. She had never felt this horny and excited before this was her ultimate there were hundreds of people around her all now masturbating and the air was heavy with the smell of sex.

She gently parted her cunt lips with two fingers and as she did she could feel the vibrations of the bass in the music stimulating her even more. She slid her fingers along her slit very slowly and could not believe how wet she was. This was getting too much and she gently pushed two fingers just inside herself, she felt like she could just cum at any second as she made a beckoning motion inside her cunt pushing her fingertips gently into her G-spot. Her juices were now gradually running down her fingers and butt crack. Her first orgasm was on its way, she wanted to cum slowly so she resisted the urge to speed up her play she held the slow constant pace. This was going to feel awesome coming on so slow she felt heat filling her body as she gasped in short breaths. The sensation as she started to cum made her head pound and she let out a loud cry of pleasure. She had to taste and began to lick her fingers the sweet taste of her cum made her want to lose control and she quickly returned her hand to her slippery wet cunt massaging her clit with rapid circular movements.

She became aware that there were many more people around her now compared to when she began. All she could see was a wall of men with the odd female here and there she had never seen so many hard dicks in one place and she knew that she wanted to feel their hot cum on her skin.

She climbed down from the bar removing her clothes and got down on the floor. She laid back and began fucking herself again the crowd of men closed in around her.

She felt the first hot jet land on her, streaking across her tits making her cum again at the sensation.

Again another hot wet shower, and another one by one everyone around her shooting their cum over her until she became drenched. She lay there rubbing all the spunk over her body as she wanked her little cunt into a frenzy.

Eventually the night wound down and people gradually left the club. She went upstairs to shower her head buzzing. Her ultimate fantasy had come to light and smiling to herself as the hot water tricked over her body she knew she had reached her goal. She was so happy and content.

Her club nights carried on and indeed to this day. She still aspires to gain recognition for a world record but she can take it or leave it.

She never would have thought all those years ago that playing with herself would turn out to be so much fun!

The End

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“I have a thought experiment for you, Jerkboy.”

Suzette, my wife’s sister, had me giving her a pedicure in my panties over at her beachside apartment. It was her night, after my wife had decided upon a weekly loan arrangement. Her mom had me on Saturday for overnights. Someone else was having my wife, probably, although she usually preferred not to make it obvious.

The gal’s big feet were nasty. A season of beach volleyball in hot, dirty sand did ugly things. I ground at her callouses while I listened.

“I have a group that meets once a month. We talk about female empowerment and positive outlook. Sometimes we have guest speakers.”

That familiar hollow feeling returned to my stomach. My eyes stayed fixed on her feet.

“I suppose you wouldn’t be doing much speaking.” The Amazon laughed at me, knowing fear and dread she was creating.

“Seriously. It would be like performance art. The group could just — meditate on the sight of a male abusing and degrading himself. They could objectify you, like you assholes do to us. Sort of a free-the-mind exercise. Hard to feel oppressed by the patriarchy if you see men as the jerkoffs that they are.”

My penis began straining against the thin pink panty fabric. If she kept talking about it my cock would pop up above the waistband.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get to wear a mask or something. I can see you like the idea already.” Suzette extended her other long leg downward and tapped under my scrotum, causing my erection to pop out. “Yup. Hopefully the group won’t be too disappointed when they see it.” She surfed for a movie to watch while I started on her toenails. I winced when I heard what she had picked out.

“I got this stick that goes into the TV that lets me stream from my phone. Can you hear it OK? I’ll turn it up.”

What I heard was my own grunts and shouts from her video of me being whipped with my own belt by Sarah’s mother. It was a deep, deep hole I had climbed down into with Suzette. Hearing my voice crack and knowing I would soon break and beg and uncontrollably cry brought back the familiar dark fringe around the edge of my consciousness. I was there in her apartment, and I was there in Mrs. Landtree’s living room at the same time, being beaten. And then I was nowhere.

“Ah. Such beautiful music. There you go! Bawling for us was so perfect. That was good for Mom, I think. Maybe the group could, you know. Take turns.”

I blinked and saw a tear fall onto Suzette’s big toe. Sadness nor shame nor humiliation nor even exhilaration could describe the rush that spread from my genitals up to my burning hot ears. My own sobbing echoed in my head when the clip ended. Another began after a few moments.

“Yeah. This one. Where you told us about how you got started.”

My hands shook. I didn’t remember very well what I had told them when they were abusing my sissyhole with that dildo and making me tell them stories to avoid the hurting. Suzette paused the video.

“Hey. Tell me more about Barbara.”

When I was in law school, I had clerked for a progressive legal firm with a black, woman partner. She was tall and full-bodied, in her early 40’s, and incredibly good-looking to me. Office gossip was that when she was younger she was thinner and a world-class stunner.

I hypnotically recalled to Suzette what had happened with Barbara.

She was assigned to be my mentor. It was a new thing for her, having a young male be her clerk and assistant. I was quickly infatuated with her beauty, Ivy-league poise, and especially her intelligence. Being subordinate to her caused strange things to happen in my head.

Instead of the usual Man and his Girl Friday dynamic, which was going on all over the firm, I started perceiving myself as Barbara’s Boy Friday. It just seemed natural to be more like the many attractive young women working as legal secretaries and receptionists. Barbara was completely professional about it, yet she did notice my eagerness to please. Occasionally I would get a raised eyebrow or a hint of a smile out of her. It made me happy.

We had been going over a legal brief together and I could barely concentrate from her intoxicating perfume. While reaching for a yellow highlighter pen, her breast just lightly brushed my shoulder. Barbara’s boob was well packed away inside a brassiere, I was sure. But still. I got an erection, and she noticed. My beautiful boss was called away to a meeting and told me to re-read and highlight the brief with my ideas, there in her office. Maybe because she didn’t want me walking out of there with a boner showing in my pants. I don’t know. She removed a scarf she was wearing, left it on her desk and left me there. And she closed the door behind her, which was odd.

Just a little tug, I thought. The scarf smelled of her perfume. I held it to my nose and that was it. I had to. My hand undid my pants, in front of her desk, back to the door, and I started rubbing my dick. Just an indulgence. When she left for kilis escort these meetings she was always gone at least an hour. It would be okay. I underestimated the situation and got a little too exuberant.

Barbara walked in on me when my pants had slipped to my knees and I was really going at it. Came back for something, I guess. She nearly slammed the office door shut to make sure no one else saw what she did. I heard her lock it behind my back.

The return of my woman boss should have made me stop and yank my pants up, and I did feel a twinge of that. But I was getting close to coming. When Barbara walked in something flipped the other direction. Having her there with me melted right into my fantasy of being with her. The sound of the door locking was followed by the feeling of Barbara standing close behind me. I started beating off wildly.

When she ran her hand through my hair that was too much. I spurted and heaved and humped my hips in the chair for her. I either said “Barbara I love you” in my head or out of my mouth. As the dream of my orgasm subsided it was replaced with shame and embarrassment. Barbara could have been cruel or angry right then and things might have gone another way.

“I have to go back,” she was all she said, quietly. Barbara walked around me and took a file folder from her credenza while I hung my head and stared at the cummy mess I had made. “Go clean yourself up before I unlock the door,” she told me and then watched as I hobbled with my pants around my ankles into her private restroom.

“Yeah, yeah. There’s a lot more to this,” Suzette said as she adjusted herself to more comfortably offer her other foot for me to work on. “Get to the good parts.” I fought through the embarrassment to tell more of my story.

Barbara gave me the lecture about sexual activity in the workplace, of course. I thought my internship was over but she said we would have to give an explanation, which complicated things. So instead, she had me draft a waiver agreement stating I wasn’t being sexually harassed, in order to protect her and the firm. I basically signed my life over to her saying I agreed to do anything she wanted me to, I wasn’t coerced, and I did it because I loved her.

My lawyer boss chuckled at the “love” part and made me change it to infatuation. She also added a clause indemnifying every other woman in the firm, just in case of a defamation problem, she said. I got a stern lecture about ever exposing myself or getting caught masturbating in front of anyone else, for they might claim I was sexually harassing them.

Before we signed and acknowledged, Barbara called in her favorite legal secretary, Carly, to notarize our signatures. The notary got a look at the single-page waiver when she signed her section of the document. My heart was thumping, let me tell you, from the idea that Barbara was agreeing to a sexual relationship with me — and that Carly was going to know about it. Barb told her it was highly confidential and Carly nodded. The blonde shot me a sly look before she left the office.

“Well,” my boss said as she sat back in her leather chair. “Let’s see what we have to work with. Go lock the door, stand in front of my desk and drop your pants.”

Just like that. Signed, sealed and delivered unto my woman superior. Waves of embarrassment rocked me as Barbara contemplated upon my naked penis and balls. She told me to play with it and get hard. I balked.

“Why not? You did it in front of me before.”

It was an accident before. Being told to masturbate just standing there in Barbara’s office was a reach, so to speak. When she said, mockingly, “Don’t you love me?” I gave in and grabbed my penis. There was an electric jolt of humiliation at first, quickly followed by a rush of exhilaration. It only took a minute and I was achingly hard.

“Okay, stop and let me see it.” It felt proud to present my erection to Barbara. She made the half-smile I had seen before, when she was trying to be patient with my law clerk stupidity. “That’s not enough dick for me,” said my Barbara, no differently than when I had been told to rewrite a legal brief. My heart sank. Then something weird happened. The humiliation aroused me so much, so surprisingly, that I spontaneously ejaculated, without even touching myself.

Barbara seemed amused. I felt horrified and ashamed. My penis stayed hard when I washed in her restroom. I took off my pants to avoid splashing water on them. While I was standing there using a hand towel to dry off, Barbara opened the door. I looked up and saw Carly with her hand over her mouth. She stared as I rubbed the towel on my genitals for what seemed like an hour, then finally told Barbara, “I thought you two were pranking me with that agreement.”

I knew Carly was recently divorced. She was only a few years older than me, but a lot wiser about the practice of law and how to help Barbara. I thought she was attractive, in the horny librarian sort of way, kırklareli escort yet she was just another flower in the field of attractive women who worked at the firm.

Barbara had me remove the rest of my clothes and kneel before the two of them leaning on the front of her desk. “I caught him masturbating to one of my scarves, here in this office, and I don’t think it was an accident,” she told Carly. “Just now, he did his little squirt and all I did was tell him to get it hard.”

“Wow. Can you make him, you know, rub it some more?” My face was burning hot with embarrassment. This had gone way beyond anything I had imagined would happen.

“He should ask you if he can masturbate.” Barbara looked into my eyes and said, “Would you like to? Ask her.”

The rational part of my brain couldn’t handle her question. Some thought bubbled up in the bowl of soup that was my mind and told me I wanted to beat off, because I liked the humiliation. I heard myself asking Carly, “Please, may I masturbate for you?”

The women’s laughter made me afraid someone would come to office to see what was so funny. Then I realized I didn’t care. Barbara was there. If she wanted me to disgrace myself in front of Carly, or whoever might knock on that locked door, it made me happy.

“This is incredible. You go right ahead with that,” Carly told me. I hung my head in shame and started jerking my dick. “You know, I had a little crush on you. I thought maybe we could go out sometime. But this — this is hilarious.”

“Look up at her,” Barbara said. “Isn’t she lovely? Why don’t you ask her out on a date?” I willed myself to face them despite the hollow pit in my stomach.

“C-C-Carly, would you go out with me sometime?” Another explosion of laughter. I would have ran into the restroom and hid but I was on my knees. I leaned backward and braced myself on one arm.

“Oh, Barb you’re so funny. Isn’t this how all men should ask us out?”

“Most definitely. We ought to be able to inspect the merchandise first.”

That gave them ideas. I was told to stop masturbating, stand up and turn around. They checked out my butt for minute and then Barbara ordered me to bend over. “Spread your legs a little,” she said. Either the blood filling my head or embarrassment was causing me to nearly black out. “What else do you have to show us?” she said. I tried wiggling my ass a little and felt my scrotum swinging.

“That’s pretty good. Keep it up,” Barbara said. Then I heard her tell Carly, “Not that I ever did, but a lot of women have had to suck a lot of dick figuratively and literally to get ahead. What a difference, having this cutie who would like to be a lawyer someday — at my disposal.”

“And mine?” I heard Carly say while I had my hands on my knees try to twerk, and badly.

“You heard him ask you for a date. Do you still want him?”

“For crying out loud. Will you look at that? I don’t know if I’ll be able see him, you know, normally, without laughing.”

My penis had relaxed just enough so I could make it swing with my ballsack. I thrusted so my genitals slapped upward and back, making a disgusting sound that just encouraged me to do it harder.

“He’s pumping just for you, Carly. He can’t help it, he has to show you his love . . .” Barbara couldn’t go on. Her laughter and my co-worker’s mortification felt like an immersion, a baptism into a new life of self-humilation and degradation for my beautiful woman boss, for Carly, for any woman who let me show her my devotion.

“All right, stop that. I don’t want you hurting yourself for our entertainment. Is there something else you can show us?” Barbara said mildly. I loved the sound of her voice. I stood still as the seconds passed, wishing I had the courage. My hands moved slowly to the sides of my butt cheeks. “Shhh” I heard Barbara say when Carly started to speak.

I spread my ass for them.

“That’s so nasty,” I heard Carly whisper.

It was enormously freeing giving into the compulsion to show Barbara I would indeed do anything, be anything, she wanted of me.

“Boring, dude.” Suzette held her feet up and looked at my pedicure job. “I guess that will do. Let’s go over your commands now.”

Sarah’s sister had me stand in front of her, nude except for the girlish bikini briefs that barely contained my genitals. She snapped her fingers and said, “Assbeat.” I turned around bent slightly at the waist and began spanking my own ass. By only 15 I was hitting myself hard. She said, “Remember, dumbshit, start with small ones because they’re supposed to get harder and harder. Okay, next: Ballbeat.”

Before each command she would snap her fingers, like Sarah would do occasionally. Suzette was mentally conditioning me. I turned around toward her and began spanking my testicles. This time I wised up and started with small pats that didn’t really hurt. Suzy was satisfied when I doubled over and nearly collapsed from the pain.

“Pretend karabük escort I’m Barbara. Get those panties off and Flop It.” I had to force myself to relax my jaw to stop gritting my teeth and grimacing from the torment. When I could pump my butt and make my ballsack and penis flap 50 times in rhythm, Suzette snapped her fingers, made me turn around and do it again so she could watch my butt.

“Pretty good. Next: Assfuck.” I got down and pressed my chest into the rug, arched my back and pulled my butt open. Suzy asked me, “Did Barbara ever fuck you? In the ass, I mean.”

“No. It was me begging her to let me masturbate, at first. She would just watch, when she let me do it. Then it became little shows in her office, sometimes with Carly and sometimes for others. Eventually she showed me off to other women execs she knew.”

“That must have been a real career builder, idiot.” Another finger snap and she told me, “Reaching Position.” I rolled onto my back on her coffee table, grabbed my ankles with my arms on the inside of my legs and pulled my feet up and back, spreading my knees. My penis and scrotum were completely vulnerable.

“Good. You know, I think I like this one better than Resting Position. Did Sarah come up with this herself?”

“It was Barbara. Sometimes she kept me like this behind her desk when she met with women who — knew about me.” I felt Suzette’s foot press onto my balls and penis. In this splayed, exposed position, knowing she could stomp me at will — this is when she asked me, “How did it go with my mother?” The ache from the flopping was deep in my abdomen. Fear suffused me.

“You were right,” I said to the ceiling. “She regressed with barely any guidance.”

“Hmmm.” Suzette rocked her foot, slightly smashing my nuts with her heel. “Do you have some stuff on your phone for me?”

I told her I did and how to find the video files, words coming frightfully because of what might happen when crazy Suzy saw her mother screaming into a ball gag while she worked her big-lipped cunt with a fat, black rubber dong.

Suzette slid sideways on the couch and left me alone, staring upward. I could barely hear my phone, yet I recognized and remembered every moment of what I had recorded. When my mother-in-law, in a dream state I knew well, performed for me with the sex toys I had brought her. It was sad and arousing, knowing she was reliving her slatternly youth.

“She’s been repressing — what happened. Have you been masturbating to the pictures from the shoebox? Good boy. I’m going to tell you something now. You had better make sure that Sarah never, ever goes down this path. Doing what my mother did, in those pictures. What my mom is going to be for you, now. Not ever!”

Blinding pain erupted when Suzette slammed her fist into my groin. I couldn’t hold position and knifed involuntarily into a v-up, then tipped over into a fetal position.

“I’m so sorry,” Suzette said. “I have a lot of anger issues. About men. About what happened . . .” The ringing in my ears almost drowned out what my sister-in-law was talking about. I tried to inhale but could only catch shallow breaths from the agony.

“. . . to keep them away from little Sarah. I’ve been to a lot of therapy.”

What was I hearing? I tried to roll over, back into Reaching Position on my back.

“Are you okay? Pull your stupid panties back on and come sit next to me. C’mon. No hitting. I promise.”

Suzette wore a loose grey sweatshirt and some tightly sculpted workout pants that accentuated the powerful thighs and hamstrings she’d developed as an athlete. I had seen her at the beach, in a sports bra and a bikini bottom playing volleyball with her old friends from her college team. When she made me call her ‘goddess’ it wasn’t peculiar at all.

We watched another video on my phone together, while the pain in my guts subsided from ‘hot poker’ to ‘throbbing ache’ level. Mrs. Landtree was writhing and gyrating and running her hands through her hair in a tragic attempt to put on a sexy show. Suzette was taking deep breaths and blowing out of an o-shaped mouth as she looked into the screen.

When the video clip ended, she set the phone on the coffee and table and said, “I have some issues. I got carried away with the spanking and ass-raping that weekend with Mom. I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.”

“No. I have to tell you this. I don’t know. I’m extremely protective of Sarah. I’ve been in a lot of therapy. Having you, uh, worshiping me and being submissive and whatnot feels good. But then there’s a part of me that wants the bodice-ripping crap. But I can’t go there because . . . “

“Of what happened.” I didn’t dare say anything more. Poor Suzette.

“Yeah. I don’t know. I think so. I’m all fucked up.”

“You’ve talked about this in therapy, in detail? What you remember of it?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you don’t have to, with me. Just tell me what you want.”

Suzette sighed. “Can we just — get high, eat ice cream and watch a real movie?”

In her bedroom, I suffered through the previews on the DVD while Suzette changed in her bathroom. She walked out wearing fleece Winnie the Pooh and Tigger pajamas, walked to her kitchen and returned with a half-gallon tub of Neapolitan and two spoons.

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Kelly

The next morning, Kelly could not help but blush when she saw Marie grinning at her from her desk a few feet away. The whole morning she had been smiling and shaking a finger at her as if she had been a bad girl. Old Kelly might have been embarrassed, but wilder Kelly found the whole thing quite funny.

“Lunch, we’re talking,” Marie said at one point. In truth, the morning went by rather quickly save for the few times that she was teased by her friend. The new client they had signed had given them plenty of work and that made the time pass swiftly.

When lunch finally arrived, the two ladies went somewhere quick, both excited to begin their discussion.

“That had to be the sexiest poker game I’ve ever been to,” Marie commented finally.

Kelly grinned but did not deny it. “What did Ed say about when I was sitting on his lap?”

Marie smiled. “He told me that you definitely turned him on. He could tell you were getting turned on by how quiet you were. He said that your mind had to be going a mile a minute with thoughts. His erection should have been proof that you were having an effect on him.”

“Oh my God, I know!” she gushed. “It was so… exciting! I spoke with Duncan about it the next day and told him how much it had been affecting me. His hand felt like it was on fire on my hip. At first I was shocked, and then turned on, and then shocked again. I got embarrassed and then a little sad when he moved it away, but that was when I felt his erection. It was like I couldn’t move after that. I didn’t want to affect him anymore, but…” she stopped and grinned up at Marie.

“You didn’t want it to stop affecting you,” Marie guessed.

“I didn’t! Oh my God, that’s so bad!” Kelly said, covering her mouth and hiding her smile.

Marie laughed easily at her. “You’re doing so well coming out of your shell, Sweetheart. I can’t wait for you guys to start taking the next steps, but remember, you need to take it slow.”

Kelly nodded. “I absolutely agree. We’re going to be focusing on each other and making love as much as possible this week. We’ve got to get caught up on work, though since we’ve got Duncan’s work trip coming up.”

Marie nodded. “I meant to ask you two, there’s something coming up this coming weekend that Ed and I are going to and wanted to see if you and Duncan wanted to attend as our guests.”

Kelly looked at her, intrigued. “Saturday?” she asked.

Marie nodded. “We’ll have to skip the usual friendly get-together since it’s Saturday evening.”

“What are y’all going to go do?”

Marie smiled and glanced over as she ate some of her sandwich. “It’s a swinger party.”

Kelly blushed and shook her head. “Marie, you just told us to take it slow!”

Giggling, Marie held up her hand and shushed her. “I know, I know, let me explain.”

Kelly eyed her warily but relented.

“It’s what’s known as a redlight greenlight party. It’s intended to showcase the lifestyle for new couples. There was a party already happening and I contacted the couple that was throwing it and mentioned that we had a couple of friends that were pretty interested in trying out the lifestyle.”

Kelly was shaking her head, but Marie stopped her with an upraised hand. “Before you say anything, I’m talking about Drake and Molly. They’ve really been considering it and are going to join us at the party. Mark said he’d bow out as Becky and Rachel are heading back home to visit their folks on that weekend.”

“So why call it a red shirt party?” Kelly asked.

“Redlight greenlight party,” she corrected. “Well like I said, it’s to introduce the potential new swingers to the lifestyle by letting them watch what happens at the party. Ed and I will go wearing green clothing, signifying our readiness to play. Drake and Molly will go wearing red clothing.”

“Letting everyone know that they aren’t there to play,” Kelly finished. “That’s a cute way to do it,” she said, sounding like they were talking about Christmas decorations or something.

Marie nodded. “So what do you think? You guys wanna give it a shot?”

Kelly shrugged and took a bite of her sandwich. “I’ll ask Duncan if he wants to,” she said.

Marie smiled and pulled out to head back to work.

*****

Duncan

At that particular moment, Duncan and Mark were enjoying lunch at Double D’s. Kimber was off, though they were enjoying the company of a pretty blonde named Amber.

“I just hope that you were okay with how I was acting,” Mark said.

Duncan laughed. “I’d have said something if I wasn’t bud. Besides, I got my “revenge”, so to speak, on your girlfriend.”

Mark laughed and nodded. “True.”

Duncan looked up and smiled. “I noticed you aren’t objecting when I call her your girlfriend. You guys doing more than bumping uglies?”

Mark shrugged. “Seeing as how I was getting nowhere hitting on your secretary, I might as well stick with Beck. She’s letting me fuck her sister on a regular basis, so she can’t be all bad.”

“That’s good man,” Duncan said with karaman escort a smile.

“Your wife got me pretty… excited,” he said. “She’s quite a little show-off when she wants to be.”

Duncan nodded. “I do love watching her when she’s all nervous and turned on, conflicted about how I’m going to react.”

Mark nodded. “You know, I’ve noticed how much you guys have changed recently and I’ve been a little concerned for you. I’m proud of you, but I don’t want you guys to do anything to ruin what you’ve got. As I said once and I’m sure I’ll say again, you guys are retarded for each other.”

Duncan nodded. “We’ve already decided that we’re going to communicate whenever we do something like what happened Saturday. Honestly man, nothing that’s happened has really bothered me in a negative way, you know?”

Mark nodded again. “I tell you what, whatever your wife wants to do to me, I’ll let Becky do to you. It’s only fair.”

“Well that’s up to Becky, but I appreciate that.”

“Actually Dunc, Becky is just a girlfriend, Kelly is your wife. I’ll have Rachel and Becky return the favor.”

Duncan laughed. “Now that I’ll agree to!” he said loudly, causing the two men to chuckle.

As the conversation slowed, they finished lunch and headed back to work.

“Later hoser,” Mark said with a wave as he headed towards his office.

Duncan headed towards his office, but didn’t see Kara. He entered through the large wooden door and stopped.

Kara was wearing a tight gray skirt and a white blouse, but was bent over looking through a large file cabinet in his office directly opposite the door. She was faced away from the door and did not hear him come in. She also had ear buds in her ear, and her cellphone in her hand. Whatever music was playing must have been catchy, because even though her knees were straight, she was wiggling slightly to the music, causing her ass to bounce left and right provocatively.

Duncan cleared his throat to get her attention, not wanting to startle her. He moved forwards raising his hand to tap her, but just as soon as he did she raised up with a file in her hand, her back brushing his hand and causing her to yelp in surprise.

She backed up into him accidentally and he felt her warmth briefly as her backside brushed against him.

“Oh, Duncan!” she said, startled, and spun around to face him.

“Oh no,” he said, raising his hands. “I wasn’t…”

She shook her head. “No no, it’s my fault!”

“I’m sorry!” he stammered, “I’ll uh, I’ll leave you to it then.”

Turning, he left the room, but then realized that he was leaving his own office. He stopped at the doorway then, she was following behind him at a brisk pace and slammed into the back of him.

“Oh jeez!” she said, covering her mouth as he spun around to face her, raising his hand to catch her. He caught her right in the left breast with the back of his hand causing her to wince.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” he sputtered. “I didn’t… this is all so… wrong,” he said. “I’m such a klutz.” He reached out to steady her but then realized what he was doing and sidestepped, placing his outstretched hand on the door.

“No no,” she stammered. “It was my fault.”

He shook his head, his face turning crimson. “I’m uh, sorry,” he said, moving aside so that she could head to her desk.

“It’s okay,” she said, “I should have heard you.”

He shook his head and tried to take the blame again, but sputtered out something unintelligible and turned, smacking into the door frame. “Fuck,” he swore quietly. “I’m such an idiot,” he said, closing the door behind him. He glanced up through the window and saw Kara glance back towards him, but quickly turn the other way.

“Great,” he thought. “Now she thinks I’m weird and perverted.” Duncan felt like burying his head in the sand. He picked up his phone and shot off a text to his wife.

“It’s official, I’m an idiot. I’ll tell you all about it tonight,” he sent, and put his phone back down.

A few hours later, a timid knock on the door caught his attention from the computer screen in front of him.

“Come in,” he called.

“Hi,” Kara said, peeking in. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about earlier. It was a silly misunderstanding and we just acted like a couple of doofuses trying to be polite.”

Duncan stood and waved his hands in dismissal. “I’m just hoping I didn’t offend you.”

She shook her head. “No harm done, it was a simple accident.”

He nodded. “Good. Alright. Well, I’m sorry all the same… for… you know…” he said, raising the offending hand and wiggling his fingers.

She smiled and shook her head. “Don’t think anything of it.”

He turned to head back to his desk as she headed back out the door.

That evening, Kelly was about to fall off her stool at the bar in their house she was laughing so hard.

“I’m so glad you’re sympathetic to your husband’s plight.”

She laughed so hard she snorted briefly, causing her husband to grin kars escort and shake his head. “It’s not that funny,” he admonished.

She nodded but continued giggling nonetheless. “Poor Kara, having to deal with her boss punching her in the tits.”

Duncan chuckled and shook his head, smiling at his cackling wife.

“I knew you’d get a kick out of the situation.”

She finally slowed to a mild chuckle and held her sides. “I think that gave me a cramp,” she said.

“Serves you right, laughing at your husband.”

She turned then and kissed him. Pulling back, she glanced up into his eyes. “What would you like for dinner?”

He shrugged and thought for a minute. “Steak?” he asked, looking back down.

She scrunched up her mouth in thought briefly. “Steak,” she confirmed with a nod.

Duncan smiled and kissed her again. After grabbing their coats, they headed to their favorite steak restaurant and pulled in. As they entered, they saw a familiar face standing in line at the hostesses station.

Kelly recognized him immediately and nudged Duncan, who looked up and shrugged, not recognizing him.

Grinning, she walked quietly up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. “Officer?” she said quietly.

Turning, Duncan finally recognized the policeman that had been stopping them.

“Oh hey,” he said, turning and seeing Kelly. “Ms…Thomas correct?”

She nodded and smiled. “You can call me Kelly, and you remember my husband Duncan?”

“Officer,” Duncan said, reaching out to shake his hand.

“You can call me Zeke,” he said, shaking Duncan’s hand firmly. He turned and held his hand out for a curly haired blonde. “This is my wife, Amy.”

“Nice to meet you,” the pretty blonde said, shaking Kelly’s hand and then his.

“It’s going to be a bit of a wait,” the hostess said, cutting into the conversation.

“About how long?” Amy asked.

“20 to 30 minutes,” the hostess replied, “though we do have four seats in the bar that just opened up if you guys want to take those.”

Duncan and Kelly immediately began to decline, not wanting to intrude.

“Let me buy you guys dinner tonight,” Zeke said, turning back towards them. “It’s the least I can do for pulling you over three times.”

Duncan glanced down and looked at his wife. She smiled and nodded with a shrug.

“Why not,” he said.

“We’ll take them,” the police officer said, turning as the hostess led them through the crowd.

They all found their seats quickly. Kelly sat on one end with Duncan next to her, followed by Amy and then Zeke on the other end. Conversation started politely, everyone talking about what they did for a living.

“I really love being a police officer,” Amy was saying. “I mean, I don’t get to work with my husband much. I tend to do a lot of tickets, regular traffic stops and the like. There’s some regulation about husbands and wives being partners.”

Zeke nodded.

“So what about you? What do you do?” Amy asked, looking at Kelly.

Duncan and Zeke began to talk about the ins and outs of police work, talking over the two ladies, neither really being able to hear the other. Kelly stood finally, and switched places with Zeke. “Here, we’ll switch back when the food comes.”

The two women dissolved into conversation then, free from their distracting husbands.

Duncan and Zeke discussed their jobs further, but didn’t mention them being pulled over. As their food arrived, Kelly and Zeke switched back to their original spots. Conversation took a hiatus, but as they finished, Duncan ordered a round of drinks and tossed the bartender a couple of twenties.

“I’m sorry my husband has been perving on you so much,” Amy said finally, addressing the elephant in the room. She and Kelly were sitting next to each other, between the two men after switching a final time.

Kelly smiled and shrugged. “I don’t mind people admiring what I’ve got,” she admitted, but blushed involuntarily all the same. “Still, I’m surprised he told you. I’m even more surprised that he was looking at me, you’re gorgeous!”

She glanced over at her husband who grinned and shrugged. “We’re pretty honest with each other,” she said, and thanked her for the compliment.

“What did he say?” Kelly asked.

The adorable blonde had short, very curly hair. It was bouncy, and very alluring and sexy. The large curls seemed to bring some mirth to her face. She glanced back at her “Well, normally we’ll talk about his day. He told me about the first time he caught you guys being frisky.”

Kelly giggled, as her blush darkened. “We can get carried away sometimes,” she admitted.

Duncan shrugged and grinned at Zeke.

“He said that you were very attractive and that you had nipple rings,” Amy said, with a wide smile.

Kelly blushed deeper at that, but nodded. “I do indeed.”

Duncan glanced around. Everyone in the bar area of the restaurant seemed to be lost in their own conversations as expected. Glancing at their two dinner kıbrıs escort guests, he smiled. “Would you like to see them?” he asked.

Amy grinned and looked back at her husband.

“Well, you know my answer,” Zeke said, rising from his stool and coming around to block the view from the rest of the room, standing beside Kelly.

Duncan reached around his wife then, running his hands through her armpits and then upwards. She was wearing a spaghetti strap top and skirt that evening. Amy turned towards Kelly and smiled.

Hooking his fingers into the straps he pulled them off of her shoulder, and then turned his hands to run them into the top. He briefly cupped his hands on her full, perky breasts, but then pulled slowly downwards.

*****

Kelly

Kelly bit her lip as her husband began to display her.

“God,” she thought. “He’s just displaying me like he wants to. Like I’m his thing,” the thought shot through her and caused her to begin to feel a slight squish in her panties.

She stared straight ahead, locking eyes with Amy for a moment, before the adorable blonde looked down as Duncan pulled his wife’s top down. She glanced down briefly and saw the top slide softly off of one nipple, and then the other, the rings pulling both nipples up and out.

“Damn,” both of the other two said in unison, causing a break in the tension.

Duncan laughed, and nodded at Amy who looked up at the two of them inquisitively.

“You can touch them,” he said.

“God, he’s not even giving me a choice!” she thought. She was definitely getting wet. Kelly smiled and nodded when she saw Amy looking at her still. Reaching up, the cute blonde pulled gently on the rings, drawing a quiet sigh of pleasure from her.

Smiling, Duncan pulled the shirt back up over his wife’s nipples and replaced the straps.

“How much did those hurt?” Amy asked.

Kelly smirked. “I’m not gonna lie, it hurt a lot when it was happening, but I’m kind of a pansy when it comes to that kind of thing. After that I was sore for a few weeks, but now… unless they get caught on something and get pulled really hard, then I don’t really notice them.”

“Do your nipples always stay erect?” she asked.

Kelly tossed her head back and forth, unsure of how to respond. “I mean, it’s hard to say. I’ve always had nipples that looked erect, you know. I guess some women do. When I started sprouting breasts, my nipples just seemed to want to poke out more than it seemed they should’ve, you know?”

Amy reached down and lifted her shirt and bra then, in one swift movement. “Do you think my nipples would be okay for piercings?” she asked, glancing at Kelly, and then lingering on Duncan.

“Damn,” Duncan muttered from behind his wife.

Kelly smiled. Amy’s areola were larger than hers, but the nipple itself seemed a little smaller, and did not protrude as much. Her breasts were impressive, larger than Kelly’s by at least a cup size.

“I assume so, but you’d really have to ask a piercer. The girl who did mine back in college had hers done, and showed me what they looked like. Her nipples were similar to yours. She did say that mine would be easier since they stuck out so much, but I can’t really say how accurate that is.”

“The logic seems to follow,” Amy agreed. She lowered her shirt. “That’s for letting my hornball husband get a look at your wife every once in a while,” she said, looking up at Duncan. “We’ll have to even the score sometime. He’s such a naughty boy, sometimes.”

“Well thank you for the flash,” he said with a genuine smile. “Kelly’s right, you’re gorgeous.”

As the evening drew to a close, the two couple said their goodbyes and returned to their vehicles, but not before Amy and Kelly exchanged numbers and promised to contact each other soon.

“Well that was certainly awkward,” Duncan said.

Kelly nodded in agreement and slid close to him. She leaned over and began to rub his crotch.

“I’m guessing you liked me displaying you like that.”

She grabbed his head and kissed him deeply, surprising him with her intensity. She nuzzled up to him as he started the truck and they pulled out. “Hurry home. I want you to fuck my brains out,” she said, feeling his cock jump as she rubbed it through his jeans. She gently began to work the zipper down, her excitement getting the better of her.

“Oh shit,” he moaned, as she began to pull his cock out. She slowly lowered her head into his lap as his cock was finally pulled from the confines of his underwear and was swiftly bouncing to life.

She flicked her tongue out over the tip of his cock before closing her lips around it. She wrapped a hand around the base and began to slowly, but deliberately stroke up and down, her lips locked around the head. He groaned in pleasure as he drove towards their house.

She briefly pulled her lips off his cock, but continued to stroke. “I’ll bet you liked displaying me like your property,” she said playfully.

“Hell yes I did,” he said.

“You got me so hot doing that, Baby, showing off my tits to a couple of strangers and just letting them grope me. I couldn’t do a thing but what you wanted,” she said, lowering her face to his cock again. She continued her stroking and gently sucking the tip until they pulled into the driveway at their house.

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I was pushing him, testing his limits, waiting for the moment he would just back down and surrender. The brick was cool against my back, although it was granted a thin layer of cotton between. My thighs beneath my jean skirt were not granted the small kindness and I felt the brick scratch against them. My arms crossed over my chest, blocking the sight of my cold, hard nipples from his view.

In this alley, behind the theater, just steps away from the lights of the busy street, I was pushing my boyfriend into a fantasy that I had been craving since he began calling me “his”.

And while he was normally chivalrous and generous and aiming to please, I knew I was pushing him into something that made him uncomfortable.

And I didn’t fucking care.

“If you don’t want to, it’s fine,” I lied, pulling my arms tighter across my chest. My dark hair fell in my face as I hung my head and slumped my shoulders. “I’ve never been able to find someone who could…” I shrugged, trailing off, baiting him.

“Who could what?” he asked, his voice cooler than the chilly March night. His hands were on my bare arms then, thumbs pressing hard against my skin in a possessive way. He leaned into me, his lips pressing against my hair, his breath hot on my neck. “Who could make you forget your fucking name while you came? Who could make you come over and over with this
I shrugged again, harder, feeling his hands fall from my arms. “Yeah, you can do those things. You’re not the only one.”

It bit at him, I knew it did. I didn’t have to see the look on his face or the darkness in his eyes to feel what my comments were doing to him. I shook my hair back from my face and looked at him. I hesitated, a shiver of shock rippling through me as I saw he was turned to leave, to head back towards the lights, the passing crowds, the world. Ready to leave me in this alley, ready to pass up what I was offering him, what I was desperately hoping he would give me.

I sighed, shifting slightly, feeling how hot and damp it had grown between my legs. “I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now.”

His eyes narrowed as he glanced towards the street and then back to me.

He’s going to shake his head. He’s going to walk away. He’s going to walk away from this, from me, from all that I am pushing him to be right now. Please don’t go.

I pleaded in my mind but I kept my mouth shut. I wanted this, I needed this, I craved this from him.

And he was the only one who could give it to me.

He stared at the ground and then at gebze escort me, staring for so long I wondered if a universal pause button had been pressed.

“And this will make you happy?” he asked, his voice gravelly and low.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. If I opened my mouth, my pleading would commence and I could not allow myself to go weak now.

His long fingers reached for his sleeve, tugging the arm up to his elbow. His body turned towards mine, two steps and then his hands were there, running up and down the lengths of my thighs, warming me from the chill.

His lips pressed against my ear again, murmuring, conceding. “You know I would do anything you asked, no matter the circumstances,” he whispered. “If this is what you want,” he pressed his hips against mine, allowing me to feel the hardness beneath those dark jeans of his. “Take it, it’s yours.”

I won.

The realization arrived and flew from my brain as my hands traveled down his hard chest. The purr of a zipper and my hands reached inside to claim the warm hardness that was his.

He was perfect for me, perfect for the challenges I continued to present him, perfect for treating me the way a girl ought to be treated right, perfect for his length, pressed into my hand. He ground his teeth and groaned out my name as I stroked him, softly into my one palm, my other reaching in and caressing his balls.

I glanced quickly to the entrance of the alley, watching the people walk by, unaware of him and I in the alley. The indecency that was occurring as that mother walked her son to the barber, as the elderly couple clung to each other in the crowd, as the teenagers slid by on their skateboards. They were all so close, a step further from the darkness, from catching us.

He braced himself against the brick wall, a large palm pressing flat just to the side of my face. His other hand, with the long fingers that he uses to please me endlessly on those ivory keys, snuck beneath the hem of my skirt.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned into my neck, satisfied at discovering that I had left my panties at home for the evening. The heel of his hand pressed against my clit, his long fingers stroking at my wetness. “Let me have you,” he choked out his words.

I bent my head to whisper in his ear, “I’m yours.”

His hand retreated from my warmth and I whimpered for chrissakes. He raised it to his lips and inhaled my scent deeply. I stared, hypnotized by his hand, incredibly turned on by watching his tongue flick out gümüşhane escort and lick my juices off his palm. He focused his eyes on me, his hands moving between my legs, spreading them wider as he pressed against me.

He cupped his hand beneath my knee, lifting it higher so he could enter me more easily. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers finding purchase in his hair, tugging slightly. His breath was hot against my neck as he took his length in his hand, guiding it towards my pussy.

I fucking whimpered again. He paused, the head of his length pressing against into me, his hand sturdy beneath my trembling knee.

His eyes were dark and a grin toyed across his mouth. “Shhhh,” he whispered. He glanced towards the street, towards the people and the lights and the rest of the fucking world, and then at me. “Don’t get us caught lover.”

And he slid into me, no friction, no hesitation, no remorse. I was so wet, it was so easy for him to bury into me. I gasped, wondering how I would keep myself quiet through this, wondering if I could really bite my tongue til it bled.

“Shhh girl,” he whispered again, pulling out slowly and sinking back again. I struggled to hold on against him, to pull him closer to me. Feeling him, the familiar way he twitches within me, the strong hold he had on my body, the hot lips against my jaw… I was going to come before I had a moment to truly focus on the moment.

He shifted his weight, lifted my knee higher and increased his pace. I felt something cool bump against my clit and I moaned, louder than should be allowed even in private, and Edward’s hand flew to cover my mouth. I glanced down to see the button on his pants, the button I had carelessly ignored while unzippering his pants earlier, the button that was now bumping in a rhythmic motion against my clit.

“Fuck,” I murmured beneath his palm.

He removed his hand, shaking his head slightly, grinning like the devil. My devil. “Naughty girl,” he said as his hand reached beneath my other knee, cupping it. A sense of adrenaline struck through me, realizing what he intended to do. He lifted me, my hips angling into his thrusts, the scratchy wall behind my back being the only thing left supporting me. We moaned together at this new position, the depth at which his cock sank into me, the way he pounded that spot over and over and over.

His lips lowered to mine, his tongue slipping between my lips and I sucked on it, mimicking what my pussy was doing to him below. His izmir escort nails dug into the soft flesh beneath my knees and I felt it beginning, the spiraling tug of pleasure that was about to pull me under.

I whispered, “I’m going to-“

I didn’t even finish my sentence before he surprised me; he pulled back from the wall, taking me with him and, for a moment, I thought I was going to fall. But his hands hoisted me up, slightly tossing me I guess, I don’t know. The spontaneity of the motion sent my orgasm racing through me, the details are somewhat dim. His hands caught me beneath my ass, my arms gripped tighter around his neck, my ankles locked behind his back, and he held me close as I came.

Sometimes I hate coming before him. Sometimes I hate that I am so wrapped up in the clenching and unclenching of my pussy, the rippling of the pleasure throughout my body, that I miss his edge, the look on his face when he comes. He came while I came and I missed it. He held me now, pressing me back against the wall, his rapid breath beginning to slow as we both came down from our orgasms.

My legs felt like jello as I unlocked them from behind his back, sliding slowly back to a standing position. His face was still buried in the crook of my neck, his hands now wrapped around my waist, holding me there while I continued to tremble.

I whispered his name.

“I did it girl, I did it,” he said. I could hear the smile in his voice and tried to swallow the happy tears pressing in my throat. “I told you,” he said, pulling back, raising his hands to cup my face. “I would do anything for you.”

“You say that sometimes but I never really know until…. Like this.” A tear slid from my eye and he brushed it away with his thumb. “I know it’s silly but this meant so much to me.”

He pressed his lips to my forehead and laughed softly. “You silly girl,” he said. “I worship at your feet. There’s not a thing I would not do for you.”

I nodded, smiling, the tears going away. He stepped back and pulled down on my skirt, adjusting it til I looked proper again. “Think we still have time for that film?” he asked.

I nodded, taking a step towards the front of the alley. “Mmmm, yes. And I wonder if they’ll have ice cream.”

He frowned, stepping forward and taking my hand in his. “I thought you only ate ice cream in the summer, when it’s hot,” he said, confused.

I squeezed his hand. “Normally yes. But see, someone just came inside of me and there are parts of me that are still. Dripping. Hot.”

Dark arousal flickered in his eyes as I pulled him back towards the street.

“You really are a naughty girl, you know that?” he mumbled as we filtered back into the crowd.

I merely nodded and felt his lips press against my neck.

“You, you silly girl, will be the death of me.”

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Ken was an average 19 year old who kept himself busy with gym and swimming. He had been swimming regularly since the age of 14 and had by now developed a spectacular body. He knew of this very well and never hid from nudity in the locker rooms before and after his sessions but was always quick to change.

One time, the aforementioned was not the case. Ken came in for a swimming session around 6pm, and swam for one hole hour. The fitness centre usually closed at around 8pm and by 7-8pm the locker rooms would usually be very deserted. However, as Ken got out of the swimming pool wet and soaked, his chiseled smooth body glistening and showing his six pack that went into a v-line as it got around the lower region, wearing only tight swimming shorts which accentuated his curves and nice bulge, he went straight for the locker room. Inside, he noticed that one of the staff was cleaning around the showers as it was getting close to closing time. The staff member was a lean, good looking male around 22 years of age. There were three more people inside, which was strange for this time of day, Jonny; a 28 year old body builder sitting down on a bench sipping some protein ardahan escort shake, in his tiny boxer briefs that did not help in hiding the shape of his cock, nor if he got up, his underbutt; the other two were 18 year old friends who were quite skinny and very twink-like, they like the bodybuilder had finished their workout but both were in towels, showing their skinny six pack abs and hairless chests.

Ken, unlike other days, suddenly felt a bit horny when he saw the crowd in the room. Usually, there would be naked old men in unflattering positions but this time there were just hot men. This really turned him. And so Ken went to his locker to take out his bag and get a drink. After hydrating himself, Ken decided to pull down his shorts and strip himself naked. He was right opposite the bench of the bodybuilder and slightly perpendicular to the two friends. The showers were after a slight curve and only around a 9-10 step walk. As Ken stripped naked, his soft cock sprung out, hanging at a decent 4 inches. He was smooth down below as well. His butt was round and muscular and one that someone could grab a handful off. He then made no effort to artvin escort put on a towel, instead put his stuff back in the locker while standing butt naked.

The others now started to pay attention. Ken moved towards the mirror, making every effort to show off his nice cock and to make it swing around. He decided to bend over to scratch an imaginery itch on his toe ,in doing so giving Jonny a full view of his beautiful tight anus that began showing as his butt cheeks parted. His now nearly erect cock and balls were dangling and Ken made sure to stay in this position for a good few seconds.

Shortly after, he decided to walk naked to the showers with his towel on his shoulders. Upon approaching, the staff member said ‘hi’ whilst clearly taking glimpses of Kens semi erect cock. Ken responded with a hello back and proceeded to the showers. They were closed individual cubicles.

After showering, he exited and noticed that the staff member and Jonny had left the room but the two friends were still there in their towels, chatting away. Ken again made no effort to cover up and now went into the steam room opposite the showers where he sat bodrum escort naked, but on a towel. A minute after, the two teens came in and quite clearly enjoyed the view of a naked cock that had now grown to its full 8 inches. One of the teens, Steve suddenly said ‘You always come in naked?’ to which Ken replied ‘not always’. Steve then proceeded to take his towel off too. He was skinny but had a nice, shiny butt and a cock that you would expect to find on a twink, juicy and big. Steves friend smiled and then proceeded to do the same.

As all 3 sat naked, staring at each others solid cocks, Ken decided to take it to the next stage. He gripped his cock in his hand and sensually started to masturbate and with that started to moan a bit. The other two looked on but did not move. Ken liked this, he wanted to put on a show and he knew the others liked it. Ken then stood up, still stroking, but now turned so that his butt faced the two twinks, and began bending sensually, as if presenting to the two.

Finally, after some 10 minutes, Ken started feeling that he was about to cum, he began stroking faster. Steve moved towards Ken, his first movement in an attempt to suggest that he wanted to taste some hot cock juice. Ken understood and finally came straight on Steves face, releasing a large amount that covered Steves face and more.

Ken after a sigh of relief, immediately got out of the steam room, changed and left.

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“Flash Fiction” is a series of first-time flashings; willing or otherwise. Each story will center around a new protagonist and will be between 750 and 800 words in keeping with the original meaning of the term. I hope you enjoy these tightly packaged steam stories!

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Clint Miles was always the quiet kid in class, but had a deep secret. He loved women. All women. He had crushes on at least seven girls at any given time, but he never got much play from the girls he lusted after due to his slightly pudgy frame. One day that all changed.

Whispers had spread of a party at Jessica’s house. She was one of the hottest girls in school. Clint figured, where there was one hot girl, there would be more. He devised a plan to sneak into the party and hoped there would be a game of spin the bottle or some other opportunity to hook up.

Crouched outside a first story window, Clint peered in and saw all of the hottest girls from school sitting in their pajamas. As the night went on, Clint became increasingly aware that there were no guys present and saw there may be a flaw in his plan.

Just when he was about to give adana escort up, the girls got up and left. One by one, they returned in bathing suits. Clint decided to stick around a while longer. He snuck around to the back of the house and ducked behind a tree just as the light the pool deck came on. The girls continued to drink from their glasses as they circled the deck. Clint took in the sights with glee as they joked and teased each other. Before he had even noticed Jessica had not joined them on the deck, he felt a sharp tug on his ear.

“Alright creep,” Jessica snapped as she dragged him. “You’re coming with me”.

He tried to fight back, but the more he tugged away, the more it hurt. Jessica walked Clint in the middle of the group and tossed him to his knees.

“Look who I found creeping back there,” she called out. “Peeping Clint here was hoping to catch a show. What do we say, ya’ll want a show”? The girls hooted in the affirmative. “Go on, perv boy. Strip, or I’ll tell everyone in school”.

Not that he got any attention from girls before, but Jessica telling the school of his shameful ankara escort act would be a kiss of death. Reluctantly, Clint pulled his shirt over his head. Before he knew what happened, the shirt was ripped from his hands and thrown into the pool. Next, he dropped his pants. They too were tossed with a splash. Clint clenched his boxers and begged to keep some shred of dignity, but the cat calls from the girls over powered his pleas. Without a word, the boxers were ripped down his thighs from an unknown assailant behind him.

The girls all hollered and whistled, telling him to strike a pose and twirl for them. Clint tried to cover his privates, but Jessica once again took charge and ordered that his hands remain on his hips. All the attention had gone straight to Clint’s head -and not the one on his shoulders. As the girls demanded he thrust his hips, he felt his growing cock slap against his thighs and knew before long he would be sporting a full-on erection. Of course, they all noticed as well and what had started as teasing had turned into provocative prodding.

In fact, they caused such a commotion, adıyaman escort they woke Jessica’s parents. As a light went on in an upstairs bedroom, Clint panicked and made a break for the tree line while the girls were distracted and hid behind the same tree as before. When Jessica’s father stepped out onto the deck, he gave up hope of getting his clothes back and embarked on his daunting task of getting home, naked as the day he was born. It certainly wasn’t what he expected for his first time being naked in front of a girl, but he knew he would never forget the experience.

As he tip-toed between parked cars and darkened houses, he replayed the night’s events in his head. He was surprised not only by how assertive the girls were to tear his clothes away and the positive, though relentless, praise he received; but also by how turned on he was at being the object of the group’s undivided attention. It took a car’s headlights nearly blowing his hiding spot to bring Clint’s focus back to the task at hand of getting home without being arrested for indecent exposure.

Luckily Clint’s house was completely black and he retrieved the spare key from its hiding place on the back porch. As he slinked to his room and fell onto his bed, he finally let out a relieved sigh to have gotten out of his predicament unscathed. In his mind though, he was already looking forward to the next time he could do it all over again.

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