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Welcome to one of my stories! My ex-girlfriend said I should share some of these crazy stories from my younger, crazier days with the world. At the time, I never bothered to write things down but now with the pandemic I have a lot more time on my hands, so…enjoy! I have changed the names to protect everyones privacy.

I spent five years at a state university in the Northeastern US between 2000-2005, and lets just say I had a blast. Just about every weekend was an adventure worthy of a story for Literotica! So I had an idea to do a series of short stories. They’ll be short both because some of the details are hazy after all these years and also because there are just so many good ones. I am going to write some quick short stories of a lot of cool sexy collegiate evenings rather than take a long time to focus on each one. Enjoy!

Chapter Two: When the cat’s away, the freshman will play!

Freshman year was tons and tons of fun! Life in the dorms was pretty amazing in those days. Basically, we partied all the time and once in awhile we would go to class or study. I think I mentioned in the first chapter of these college stories that one of the main reasons we even went to class was to meet more girls. Sure, we met girls at parties but the massive freshman seminar classes were a great way to meet new girls to bring to parties.

One particularly brutal class I had that spring was basically “Biology 101”. This particular professor was determined to make his class as big of a pain in the ass as possible. Not only did he take attendance but his exams were legendary on campus for being tough. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, the bastard was infamous for scheduling his exams for like, the day after a holiday. But, the upside of Bio 101 was that there were like 300 students and I met a couple of really fun girls in that class. Including one special one, lets call her “Amanda”, who was super hot and I usually sat with. She and I had studied together a few times and we hooked up once after a party pretty early in the semester. This story begins when I invited her for lunch after class right before Easter. Mostly I just wanted to see what she did on spring break but having lunch with a hot girl is never a bad idea, right?

A little about the timing here. That year, at that school, Easter weekend and Spring break were only a couple of weeks apart. For some of us who would have had to fly home, that meant spending Easter at school. Granted, an extra weekend at college wasn’t so bad but since it was a state school, most of the students were able to drive home. I figured out that roughly 90% of the residents of my dorm would be gone for the whole weekend. I was worried it would be a slow, boring weekend when lady luck came to my rescue.

Well, at lunch, I learned that Amanda was from somewhere even farther away than I was and she was planning on being around for Easter weekend also. This was fantastic news! I had a car, which most freshman did not, and we made some plans to hangout since neither of us knew about any parties or anything. We made plans to grab dinner at a cafe popular with students and then watch a movie and drink in my room. Since we were both under 21, it wasn’t guaranteed that we could get served alcohol in the cafe so I made sure to have some booze in my room that we could drink after dinner. Sex also wasn’t guaranteed but if I played my cards right, I liked my odds!

Fast forward to Friday evening and the weather was perfect. It was the northeast US so the winter had been pretty rough but it was finally spring and that evening was especially nice. Amanda lived in a dorm way across campus from me, so I drove over and picked her up. She was dressed to impress! Side note, you’re probably wondering what Amanda looked like. She was cute, medium height, curvy and very pretty. If I had to guess, she was probably kahramanmaraş escort about 5’5” or 5’6”. If you’ve read enough of my stories, you probably are beginning to suspect that I have a “type”, and I kind of do. Amanda fit my type nicely. She had big boobs (probably a C cup, maybe a smaller D) and a great smile. She had short hair. One of the very popular hairstyles for young ladies at the time was shorter hair similar to one of the characters from “Friends” on TV. The other thing I remember was that she had a distinctive voice. Kind of raspy, and very sexy.

The cafe that we were headed to had a rooftop deck. Normally it would have been standing room only on a Friday night but that evening they actually had tables up there. We got some food, enjoyed the weather, and chatted a bit. It was fun to get to know her a little bit better. Then, she gave me my first clue that she was planning to hook up with me that night, when she volunteered the information that her roommate had gone home for the weekend.

“So, is your roommate still here? We could hang out in my room if we want, my roommate won’t be back until Sunday night.” she said.

“Nah, he’s gone. Most of the dorm is gone, I think. We could probably watch the movie in the common room and have it all to ourselves.” I said.

“That’s not all we could do in the common room!” she said.

Not gonna lie, I was a little surprised she was that bold. She tried to make it sound like she meant we could drink in the common room but she definitely had a flirtier tone of voice than she would have used to just be talking about alcohol.

“I like where you’re headed with this one!” I said, and smiled at her.

She blushed.

“I meant, like, we could drink in the common room!” she said, giggling and knowing I had totally caught her.

“Sure, we can do that too!” I said.

We both laughed, and she turned bright red. I let it go at that point, but I liked where the evening was heading! And I had an idea…

So, fast forward an hour or so and we are back at the dorm. Sure enough, the common room was totally empty and the hallway was quiet. I was pretty sure we were the only people on the floor. At least, if anyone else was there, they were either asleep or keeping to themself. I poured a couple of stiff drinks into solo cups and we made our way to the common room. We put a movie on the big TV, and sat back to watch and drink. We started making out a little bit, and between the drinks and making out, things started to heat up in no time.

“So…bedroom, or right here?” I asked her.

“Right here?!?” she asked me, her eyes open wide.

“Sure, why not? Nobody is here.” I said.

She had that funny look on her face, that girls have when they are deciding whether to do something wild. One on hand, the idea clearly appealed to her, on the other hand, it was daring and risky. Eventually I would figure out that “daring and risky” were two of Amanda’s favorite things but at this point I didn’t totally understand that and was just pushing my luck here and hoping for the best. It worked out pretty well!

“How about we head back to my room, get naked, put on towels, and head back here? If anyone comes up here, it would just look like we were both on our way to the showers.” I said.

“Yeah, we can do that.” she said.

She looked like she was trying to play it cool, but she wasn’t fooling me.

We got back to my room, and the clothes started flying. I pulled my shirt over my head, and looked over at Amanda as she unsnapped her bra. She really did have great tits. I stepped out of my jeans as she started peeling hers off. Hers, of course, were pretty tight so they were way harder to get off. I was naked before she managed to get them off, and I went to my closet to grab some towels for us. kastamonu escort I looked over at her as she stepped out of her panties, and I walked over to meet her right near the door. She looked amazing. Her nipples were rock hard and it didn’t look like she had any public hair. She leaned over and kissed me, and I ran my hands all up and down her skin. We kissed a minute, and then I opened the door.

I had my towel around my waist, like I normally do to head to the shower but she just held hers in her hand.

“Ooooh, daring…you want me to carry your towel? Maybe you want to be a little daring and run down the hallway without it?” I said.

She looked at me with a smile. I explained that the hallway was a big loop, and that she could run the other way and meet me at the common room and I would be waiting with her towel. Maybe I should have told her exactly how big of a loop it was, and that she was going to be running quite a bit farther if she went that way but I figured that discovery would be part of the fun for her.

“Do you dare me?” she asked.

I knew what the right answer was.

“Double dare you!” I said.

She smiled.

“You promise you’ll be there with my towel?” she asked.

“Promise. Now go!” I said, and gave her a playful smack on her butt.

She took off, about halfway running and halfway speed-walking.

As cute as her butt looked as she ran down the hallway, I kinda wish I had been on the other side for the front view. She took really cute short steps to help keep her boobs from bouncing too much. I walked very slowly in the other direction, knowing that she was going to beat me. I slowly rounded the corner near the common room, and naked Amanda was waiting for me in the hallway. She was covering her boobs with her arm, and had a look of half panic, half excitement on her face. Of course, I knew that she couldn’t get into the common room without my key card but she had apparently forgotten that in the excitement of running off into the hallway naked.

“Hurry!” she said, again with half panic, half excitement.

“Why, whats the rush?” I said, in as ironic a tone as I could imagine.

Her jaw dropped, but I could tell she was having fun.

“I’m naked, duh!” she said, giggling hysterically.

“No you’re not. You have your hands covering your boobs!” I said.

“Just open the door!” she said.

If I had thought that she was genuinely panicking, I would have just opened the door but I got the sense that she didn’t really mind.

“Without the magic word?!?” I asked, incredulously.

“Please open the door!” she said, with a comical emphasis on the word please.

“I don’t know, I think I forgot how to use the key card. I bet I’d remember if you uncovered your boobs though…” I said, with a grin.

She uncovered her tits, obediently. Her nipples were so hard it looked like they probably hurt. She stood there for a few seconds uncovered, and while I could tell that she was excited, the look on her face said that I had pushed this as far as I should push it. I scanned my card and the common room door unlocked.

Amanda practically attacked me once we got in the room. My bet that the excitement of running down the hall naked and the extra exposure at the end had amped up her arousal level paid off. I reached over and grabbed her boobs, and she breathed in deeply as my hands found her tits. I gently rolled her nipples and she moaned out loud. So much for keeping things quiet in case someone could hear us!

She leaned over to kiss me, and took one of my hands and put it right between her legs. She was DRIPPING!

“I want you to feel how wet I am for you.” she whispered, before kissing me.

As we kissed, I gently slipped a finger inside her and found her clit. It was throbbing. She started kayseri escort moaning. I spun her around so that I was behind her. We were right in front of the big window that looked out over campus. At the time, I just wanted to see her reflection in the window while I teased her but this was the evening where I learned how much women love doing naughty things in front of windows.

I put her hands on her tits and she immediately started rubbing her nipples. I slid my hand down her stomach and found her pussy again. Now she really started moaning hard, as I kissed her neck and whispered in her ear.

I asked her if she thought anyone on campus could see us in the window, and she literally had an orgasm. She kind of collapsed into my arms, and I held her up. At this point, my dick was pretty hard and definitely the only thing holding up my towel. She grabbed the towel and pulled it off as she dropped to her knees. She went right to town, sucking so hard it almost hurt. Hey, we were freshman, she was probably still learning what to do. I didn’t mind though. Her efforts were quickly rewarded with a rock hard dick.

At this point, we had been in the common room for about 10 minutes. Nobody had caught us, yet, but I figured that it was a good idea to finish up and get back to my room. I reminded her that we didn’t have all night and she stopped sucking and asked me where I wanted her. I lead her over to the main seating area and bent her over one of the couches.

I slid my dick deep inside her, and then out, then all the way back in. She moaned, as I started working my way in and out of her. It was funny, to look around the room and remember that dozens of residents would be back in a few days and we would all be sitting on those same couches hanging out. I could have came pretty fast but held back as best I could. She had already finished once but I wanted her to finish a second time. She was having so much fun that I knew she would be up for doing this again as long as I helped her get off. I was wondering how much longer I could hold back when I felt her start to tighten up a little bit and press herself harder into me as she neared orgasm.

She moaned out much louder this time. It’s probably a good thing that nobody was around or else we definitely would have gotten busted because she was practically screaming. As soon as I knew she was good, I let myself go and I came pretty hard.

We caught our breath for a second, and I realized how loud we had been.

“We’d better get out of here.” I said.

She agreed. The fun of “might get caught” is a lot more appealing before an orgasm. After an orgasm, it’s a race back to safety. We took off back toward my room, hoping nobody had heard us.

We had made it about halfway back to my room and were right about to turn the final corner when we heard the elevator ding up ahead and around the corner!

She looked at me, somewhat panicked. I put my finger to my lips, and motioned for her to follow me across the hallway. We got across the hall in the other direction from the common room and hid in the stairwell. I heard at least two people get off the elevator, and it sounded like campus security!

I lead her up the stairs, and we raced down the hallway toward the other stairwell. There was a couple of stairwells on each floor, and one of them was pretty close to my room. We made our way across the building as quickly but quietly as possible! We got down the stairs and I stuck my head out to see if the coast was clear. For the moment, it was. We ran the last few steps. This time I didn’t pretend I couldn’t find my key card! We got into my room, our hearts racing.

“OH! MY! GOD!” Amanda said, smiling.

“I know, right?” I said.

“That was CRAZY!” she said.

“Well, we made it!” I said.

The look in her eyes told me all I needed to know about how excited she was from almost getting caught.

“Shall we?” I asked, as her eyes lit up.

She dropped her towel on the floor and climbed into bed with me, and we started again.

There will be at least one more story from that weekend, and two more Amanda stories total. Until next time, enjoy!

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Bruno Hancock and his youngest son Brian were killing it in taking down three trees. A fourth oak was hanging over a driveway above where cars normally were parked. The residents gone to work gave them ample opportunity to get the job knocked out without anyone being in their way. Brian the monkey man, had climbed the white oak to nearly the top of the trunk to use a smaller chainsaw to snip it in the bud. Standing alert for a rain of branches Bruno as ever worried, his boy was a good fifty feet in the air. One wrong move and there was no catching his fall. Well prepped with safety straps and cleats or not, it was a pretty scary moment. They should both be used to that by now.

With limbs falling Bruno heard a car honk. Incoming was his absolutely stunning stepdaughter Gwendolyn Bishop here to bring them lunch. By all rights Brian should have told her to stay away, that her mother had also intended on bringing them lunch. Mother Carmen would most likely cock an eyebrow as to why she would be out here on her day off from the Dairy Hut. Sure, her daughters all respected their stepdad but since when did any of them care to go out of their way to bring Arby’s? It had been a strange month as it is with Brian and his older brother Jeffrey suddenly caring enough to associate with their father’s new family after years of resentment. Bruno was liking it, his sons rekindling but there was always an ulterior motive. Even Carmen questioned it but withheld her judgment now that the boys seemed social. A touchy subject that would come more and more into light as the days went along.

Parking far enough away in her tiny hatchback Gwen stepped out but kept her distance. Bruno looking out over the lawn warded her off but still had troubles not checking her out. Having seen his stepdaughter naked a few times, even taking photos for Gwen of her breast enhancements now that the bruising had faded away found her a bit too appealing. She even helped him jack off one day when Carmen was gone which only compiled his lust. Womanizer once relaxed, was struggling all over again. Gwendolyn his stephotty only made matters worse. Tougher still was the fact he had three more stephotties to contend with at home. All of them could not resist teasing dear old stepdad behind their mother’s back. Troubles in paradise even if he did love his wife. It was the Hancock curse.

Finishing his cuts up above Brian ceased his racket, powering off his saw and putting it on safety to enable him to begin his trek down the bark. All quiet now, Gwen was allowed closer. Bruno needed his up-close inspection of the blonde with loose butchered denim shorts, more cheeks out than hidden. Even more her thigh area was shining more than it should be, the inseam only a half inch wide to mask vagina. Sure, bet there was no G-string beneath. Showing off her chest she had a turquoise and black tankini with a massive cleavage boost, held up by spaghetti string shoulder threads. Whoop! Whoop!

White sunglasses with yellow tint lifted atop her long bleach blond hair Bruno had to wipe her mouth, beard, chin, not just of saliva but of sawdust. “Looking for a good time Youngun?”

“Not from you.” She razzed Bruno. “You had your fun not long ago.”

“You’re getting awful chummy with my boy. Last I checked it’s still incest.”

“Do you really care Mister Mancave? If I recall you had me giving you a lap dance.”

“Wouldn’t be against a few more of those.”

“Your biological daughter Lucy is a stripper. Stop by the club and have her hop on you.”

“Oh, that would go over well. You do know your momma is on her way here with lunch too, right?”

“Crap! I don’t want her thinking I’m here to seduce Brian.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“Braedon has his own boyfriend these days. I never saw that coming.”

“Neither did he when Burley nutted.” Brian had made his way down the trunk and was readying to unhook his harness. “Just a guess.”

“I still think you did that to him Brian.”

“It matters? You fucked me twice now behind his back.”

“BRIIIIAN!” Her jaw dropped, not knowing Bruno was aware of her antics with her stepbrother.

“Relax!” Bruno waved her emotions low with his palm. “Not gonna tell your momma. Not about you or your sisters.”

“Oh my God! Brian? Did you tell him everything?” She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or yell at him. “So I suppose you told him about…” She had her hands on her hips scrutinizing Bruno.

“What? You helping dad get off?”

“Ohhhhhhhh! You are so dead Stepasshole!”

“Boys will be boys! We’re bonding again so don’t knock it. At least Jeffrey hasn’t bent you over.” Bruno shot a glance at Brian, “Has he?”

“Noooooooo! Here!” She throws the bag of beef at Bruno, “Eat your Arby’s! I need to go back for your milkshakes. I wanted to shake my Milkies without the competition of anything in my hands.” She laughed shaking her barely moving breasts. “Damn I miss the dancing feature. They look awesome though.” Giggling she turned hatay escort and wiggled back across the grass.

“Boy? About that deal we talked over?”

“Yeah?” Brian was free of his gear.

“We are hatching a scheme. I want me some of little girl there.”

“You know my deal. I get her momma.”

“Grrr! Like I said… hatching a plan. You just be ready.”

“I’ll start on Thursday. If Carmen’s home alone sunbathing like you say she always does, I’m dropping by for something in your garage. Extension cords, maybe?”

“Just bring it back.”

“Carmen really sunbathes nude?”

“Every time! Sends me a pic at work every day off just to let me dream about coming home to that.”

“And you’ve never once shown me a pic until today?”

“We never discussed the kind of stuff we’ve been jabbering about. Here comes Meal on Squeals, let’s not talk Carmen.”

“Might not have to. Here she comes up the road.”

“Great! How do we explain Gwen bringing lunch too?”

“What’s Carmen bringing?”

“Subway I think.”

“Hmmm? She might not say much. Just don’t panic.”

“Boy? I do not panic. I was a player before you were born.”

“That’s what mom said.”

“Don’t make me keep your wages. My name is still on your truck too.”

“Drinks!” Gwen held one in each hand extended at arm’s length. Chuckling both Bri and Bruno stepped around her reach and palmed one breast each. “Really?” Great horndogs think alike.

“Tappin’ the keg and liftin’ the leg.” Brian laughed.

“Stop encouraging one another.” Another honk as Gwen had done, she looked back to see her mom’s car pulling in next to Bruno’s truck. “Shit! You can let the ladies go now.” Agreeing Bruno behaved retrieving his grip.

“Let me do the damage control.” Bruno mumbled. Carmen stepping out of her Elantra saw Gwen and shared an expression of surprise. Walking toward them with Subway bags and a drink carrier Carmen eyed Gwen’s attire from behind.

“What are you wearing? More specifically what are you not wearing?”

“That’s what I was just gettin’ after her for.” Bruno frowned at Gwen, “Get on home and put some real clothes on.”

“What are you even doing here?” She winced at her daughter.

“She’s here to bitch me out.” Brian jumped in, “She thinks I made some video of Braedon Wilkes sucking off his buddy Burley. As if I’m that twisted.”

“I saw that video. Daphne played it in my bakery of all places. Dear Lord! Georgia Crowe saw it and threw her hands together in prayer. I can’t believe… Braedon is gay.”

“He’s NOT gay.” Gwen insisted. “Ugggggggh! I swear Brian if you did that to him, I’m going to kick your ass. I have to go… I’m too pissed off right now.”

“You brought them food?”

“It was my food, but I saw them here and felt generous. That and I wanted to get to the bottom of this.” Brian mouthed, “Me too!” looking at Gwen’s exposed cheeks. Bruno was sweating same thoughts.

“You bought yourself two shakes?”

“I was going to bring the vanilla shake to you at the bakery.” Bruno sucking his straw opted to give it to Carmen. She waved it off. “Anyway… I’m out. Grow up Brian.” Wiggle! Wiggle! Sache! Boing! Back to her car leaving both Hancock men hard as rocks. Car started; gorgeous Gwen was gone.

“Did you really have a hand in that Brian?” Carmen pouted at him.

“My jeans? Naaa!” He laughed, “Sorry Pop!” Carmen blushed and rolled her eyes. She knew the reputation of the Hancock clan. Hard not to hear things when your daughters went to school with the boys.

“I can’t stay. Give me a hug Papa Bear.” Sitting his food and drink on a fallen tree he took Carmen into his arms and kissed her warmly, a bear hug required. Eying Carmen’s extremely tight jeans Brian couldn’t resist. Moving in behind her he joined their hug, pressing his monster erection right up against his stepmom’s ass. Eyes bulging as she was crushed between them Bruno chuckled.

“Least he’s tryin’.”

“I love you, Mom.” Brian grinned at his dad and squeezed her between them tighter. Carmen sandwich for lunch. Brian laughed inwardly saying, “I got your train Miss Subway. Whooo! Whooo! Tunnel coming up.”

Feeling his dick pressed hard against her Carmen froze and looked at Bruno for comfort. “Oh! Right! That’s enough Boy.”

“Awww! I was just enjoying my first real hug with Carmen.” He backed up and sighed. “More where that comes from.” He waited until she cleared Bruno and turned before striking again face forward. Swarming her he kissed her cheek and picked her up off of her feet swaying her about. Her breasts crushed against Brian’s chest she simply exhaled, “What is going on?”

“Just letting you know I’m ready to be family.” He lowered her to the grass. In backing out of his embrace even Bruno noticed her nipples stabbing outwardly from her blouse. Her lace bra had no control over her nubs once they declared whore…WAR! So not a whore! Well, toward Bruno!

“I’m going back to work. See you at home Honey.”

“Bye Mom!” ığdır escort Brian took his drink to poke a straw into the lid. Moving the straw up and down inside the drink the noise of plastic made her watch his move. Was he flirting? That straw sure seemed erotic going in and out of that… she turned away casting a knuckle wave over her shoulder. Bruno shook his head. Dirty minds were still thinking alike. Even now they both serenaded her with their drink straws. She shook her head grinning and proceeded back to Ellen, her nickname for her Elantra. Carmen Hancock had to turn up her AC!

As if that escalated breeze dissuaded her nipple hard on.

********

Wildwood Federal…

“What are you doing here?”

Tyler Overmeyer was working the drive thru teller counter of the bank when he found an unexpected visitor standing at the outside lane tube, where a car would normally be. Having buzzed the inside Tyler answered for his fellow teller Connie. Ben had his hands in his pants pockets as he looked into the camera monitor at Tyler and Connie both. Business was slow anyway.

“Just keeping my distance. No bricks I swear.” He showed Tyler his hands. “I just wanted to be a man and apologize for… ruining your date.”

“Lily’s not here today. She called off. I figured she was hanging with you.”

“Naaa! She needed time to herself. If you need me to pay for the windshield, I’ll ask my parents for the money. Just tell me how much.”

“My dad’s insurance is covering it. Thanks for fessing up to it though. I know you like Lily, so do I. Whichever of us she chooses I’ll live with, if you can.”

“All good! She says she likes me, but I guess… I… don’t know anymore.” Ben looked lost. “Anyway, I gotta go but I just wanted to do the right thing.” Ben walked off before Tyler could say any more. Being at work like this he really couldn’t go chasing the guy. Shrugging at Connie, Tyler just went back to his seat until his next car drove up. He didn’t know what to think. Calling Lily there was no resolve. Blown off he got his answer, until she came back to work, and they took the time to sort it out. Tyler was pretty sad the rest of the day.

Walking home Ben decided to drop by his friend Greg’s house three blocks away. Knocking, he heard Greg tell him to come on in. Entering he found the boy lounging in his sweats and playing a video game. “Sup Dude?”

“Nada! Bored! Confused!” He dropped like a rock into the couch cushion next to Greg. “You?”

Pausing his game play Greg sat his controller aside and looked excited. “Dude! I fucked Kimberly Hines at the movie theater. She is so fucking hot.”

“Lily’s best friend.” Ben sighed.

“Maybe we can double date if I can get her to go out with me.” He hadn’t concluded that he had been used by Kim to get even with her boss and longtime crush Eric Crowe. The young manager jilting her to go and fuck another woman, namely Greg’s mother Anita right there in his office. He didn’t even know why until after. Oddly it didn’t faze Greg in the least. He was high on Kim. “Get this shit. Eric fucked my mom.”

“No way! Seriously? Your mom is old.”

“He did though. Mom needed some strange, I doubt she’s been laid since my dad.” That was laughable! “It’s just going to get weird if they hang out more. I didn’t see that coming.”

“Me neither. The Crowes are unpredictable. Lily says she wants me and won’t betray me again, but I don’t know what to believe. I just apologized to Overmeyer for trashing his window. He took it ok, but I get the impression he’s going to fight for Lily.”

“Go to her house and lay down the law.”

“She’s crashing out at Margo Needy’s for a few days. Called off work I guess to think. If she has to think it just proves she’s confused over Tyler and me. Although, she did call me and FaceTime while she masturbated. Crazy thing though? She did it in front of both the Hancock brothers, and Talbot. They were Face Timing girls too. Eric even showed up.”

“Which explains why my mom was screaming her lungs out last night. He must have Face Timed her. I can’t believe Lily got that bold. I guess though, she did have you on the phone so in a way she wasn’t betraying you.”

“I might be stupid but… I kind of liked watching her knowing they were all getting off too.”

“Not over Lily though if they were with other girls on the phone. How the hell could Eric let Lily do that in front of him?”

“He jerked his shit in front of her too. Fucked up, isn’t it?”

“Yeah! Can I watch her next time?”

“Fuck you Shepard.”

“You can watch Kim… if she dates me. Trying to get up the courage to ask her out. She kind of quit her job at the theater. I’m thinking I need to give her time to get over Eric. You know Kim has two Crow tattoos on her body?” Magpies, but who’s being technical.

“Now that’s creepy stalker.”

“I know, right?”

“Maybe she’ll get two Shepards watching sheep on her other thigh.” He laughed.

“If she gets a new tat of every guy, she’s in love with ısparta escort I’ll laugh my ass off. Ha! Two of every animal. Noah’s Ark.”

“I’m going to make Kim my bitch. You just wait and see.”

“Good luck. Get dressed let’s go walking.”

“I could use some air.”

Good idea!

********

“Jenna couldn’t have gotten far.”

Heath Talbot raced across the school yard for his Nissan Xterra. Still aggravated that his cellphone was ruined by Wayne Nichols his tension only mounted in seeing Wayne cuffed and stuffed into Deputy Riley Filmore’s police cruiser. May he rot in jail! No time to watch any further he crossed the street and jumped into his SUV. In his hurry to seek out Jenna beforehand he left his vehicle unlocked so his grand escape was easy enough to get started. Firing up his vehicle he looked in his mirror to make sure pulling out was safe. Heading West merely hoping it was the right direction he gunned it and met the end of the block in record time. Cross traffic prevented him moving onward but it did give him ample opportunity to look both ways for any sign of the brunette beauty. “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU JENNA?”

“Right here, Sir.”

“AAAAAAAARGH!” Heath Talbot jumped in his seat then looked over his shoulder to find her laying in his backseat covered by a blanket he kept in back in case he wanted to nail some bitch in the grass. Always be prepared his motto. Embarrassed, he sounded almost girly in his shock as he sneered down at her barely peeking out from under the black and blue blanket. Ironic colors considering she was heavily bruised up by her father. “You bitch! Don’t scare me like that.”

“Forgive me Sir. I remembered what you drove, so I felt safe here. My father has no idea what you drive. At least yet.”

“Stay down until I figure out where I’m taking you. Riley Filmore cuffed your dad and is taking him to jail. Considering he could have drowned Frannie or one of the kids who jumped in to help her your dad should be held longer than you may think. Unless his handler lives across the street it would take a while getting here.”

“She does Sir. Aunt Roxie lives three doors down from us.”

“And you or your mom couldn’t have just run over to her house?”

“I knew Roxie would make me go back inside, so I snuck out at dawn. Mom told me to run and hide, no contact.”

“What good is the FBI if they let psychos like your dad off for rape and assault and battery?”

“They will document everything, but until my dad gets his day in court, they will humor him. I will have to go back home at some point. Mom will suffer if I don’t.”

“You think she’s not suffering over how Wayne treats you? Listen to me bitch… you are not going back there. I have a place for you to hide out. People who will help us keep you safe. I’ll even try and find a way to get your mom to safety. Fuck this, Roxie!”

“They will question you. If you lie they can prosecute you as an accessory.”

“To what? Helping someone in pain? I’ll take my chances. Besides, I own your ass remember?”

“I adore you, Master. I know I’m not worth…”

“Shut the fuck up! I’ll let you know if you’re unworthy. What’s your address?”

“201 Pine Mulder. The house will be watched by Roxie. You cannot be seen there or when they question you it will look incriminating.”

“Man, I hope the school cameras didn’t see you get into my car. Bad enough the cameras probably got both you and Frannie on film that day at the car wash.”

“Or in the swimming pool that first day we hooked up Sir.”

“Fuuuuck! Nobody ever yelled at us over that so maybe Principal Henshaw… let it go. Maybe Frannie had him delete it. Fingers crossed!” Driving aimlessly at the moment he spotted some familiar faces walking the sidewalks looking pathetic. “Hold on I have a plan. Stay covered up until I say different.” A swift pull over into a gravel parking lot just ahead of the walkers he tooted his horn to get their attention. Once recognized, the boys sprinted up to Heath’s driver’s side window.

“Wassup Heath?” Greg Shepard spoke first, Lily Crowes boyfriend Ben looking lost beside him.

“I need you to do something for me. Keep this to yourselves. You recall Jenna Nichols?”

“Fuck yeah! Hot ass bitch!” Greg chuckled. In back Jenna smiled, it was nice to be thought of as sexy. “What about her?”

“Her dad beat her up.” Hide the rape! “I have her in a safe place which I’m not going to tell you in case you’re questioned. Don’t even mention us talking here and now. What I need you two to do is go by her house without looking suspicious and see if her mom is okay. Jenna’s in a panic over her. I’d do it but I’m trying to lay low, so they don’t think I’m hiding Jenna out.”

“What are we supposed to say to her?”

“If she’s not alone just tell her you have the wrong address, you were looking for some guy, just make up a name. Play Jehovah’s Witness for all I care just make sure Erica is ok. That’s Jenna’s mom. Do NOT mention Jenna by name or me. Got it?”

“Give us your number we’ll let you know.”

“My cell is trashed it fell into the high school swimming pool.” Heath gnashed his teeth.

“Here hold on to mine.” Greg passed Heath his, “Ben can call my phone and you can answer it. Just make sure I get it back. Where are you going to be?”

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Louetta here. This is Boudica Part 05. Everybody mentioned in this story is eighteen or older.

So far in this series I’ve spent part of the summer working in Amsterdam at a BDSM club with my Dutch female cousins Eefje and Dieuwke. I have been a nude photo and sketch model and here at the club started doing a strip tease routine. My goal is to get into video and film work, so I’ve been looking to get experience getting naked and performing in front of crowds. Before I have to return to America, I wanted to try different kinds of BDSM-style scenes, thinking this was an area where legitimate actresses would not crowd me out. I had a strong and very feminine body and was willing to get naked and do realistic action scenes. Here in Amsterdam I saw my chance to get some practice.

Our BDSM club had two distinct sections. One was public, where I worked, and the other private, and it was there that the serious BDSM scenes were put on. There was no advertised sex work but a lot of the private scenes included extensive sexual touching. I had been approached about participating in the private scenes. Everyone who worked there had seen me strip and admired my body, both for my conventional features and the physical toughness my swimming and weight training had given me. What I did not know was if I had the mental toughness necessary to withstand scenes which often were something close to torture.

I became aware of the presence in the private club of members of the German BDSM organization Das Erwachen, the awakening, especially the women. They were young, pretty, had nice bodies and were tough as nails. I learned new members were carefully screened and had to undergo an apprenticeship. My best chance of getting in, though, seemed to be that, given the uniformly attractive appearance of the women, looks counted a lot. The first night I noticed an Erwachen girl known as Tilly. She was small in stature, black hair, dark tan, very pretty, with an athletic body. The model Erwachen girl. Eefje said Tilly did the best scenes and was to perform at midnight on Friday. A whipping. I spoke to the Erwachen guys and told them I had undergone a whipping in order to join The Wenches group and wanted to try one there in the club. They told me to watch Tilly’s whipping, and after if I was still interested we could talk further.

I looked forward to Friday with anticipation. That night while working the front door I saw Tilly come in, just before nine PM, and head upstairs. It was standard procedure for scene participants to arrive early for “advance preparation”, which amounted to softening them up for the real activity. Dieuwke, Eefje and I were upstairs ready and waiting when promptly at midnight Tilly was led in with her wrists handcuffed behind her back. Of course she was naked. We watched in a kind of horror as this beautiful young girl was pushed up onto the platform where she would be abused. Well “prepared” she looked like she had already been tortured. Her hair was soaking wet and her bare brown body glistened with sweat. There must have been three hundred spectators, mostly men, mostly drunk, cheering wildly. It was hot and smoky and the air smelled of beer. Dieuwke was drafted to serve as Tilly’s second, giving her water, fixing her hair and interceding if she appeared to faint, which could happen.

On top of the wooden platform Tilly was pushed to her knees, her wrists were bound behind her, her arms were bound just above her elbows. Her feet and lower legs were pulled out to either side until her bum touched down on the platform. Rope was tied around each thigh and then around the corresponding ankle so she couldn’t move from that spot. A a noose was placed around her neck and the rope pulled up tight so she could not bend over to shield her upper body from the whip. I watched her, transfixed, bound naked and now helpless in some smoky room elazığ escort full of men. She looked defiantly at her would-be torturers, but she must have been afraid. Afraid of what was going to be done to her, how much it would hurt, how long it would go on. I thought her magnificent. Beautiful, defiant, her breasts thrust forward by the ropes that bound her elbows behind her, the pinkness and damp of her pussy just visible between her widely spread thighs, her chest heaving softly, sweat glistening all over her. It was time to begin.

One of her torturers approached her from the side. He carried a black curved stiff rubber blade about 20 centimeters long, attached to a metal handle, not a whip. She had seen it before and had it used on her. Standing on the floor next to the platform his head was a few inches above hers. He brought his hand up and it was level with her bare breasts. To great cheers he began caressing her naked body, starting with her bosom and working his way down over her tummy until his hand disappeared between her legs. You could hear her gasp as his fingers began probing her genitals. Her nipples hardened, her pussy moistened, her breasts warmed, there was the familiar tightness inside her cunt. She could smell her own sex. Then, the sexual touching over, he raised the rubber blade, seized her ponytail and pulled her head back to bring up her bosom. She cried out softly as he pulled her hair. He waited some seconds and then the curved blade came down hard across her right breast.

Her body jerked backwards and she cried out in obvious pain. He began speaking softly to her in German, asking her how it felt, how much it hurt, whether she wanted more, complimenting her on the firmness of her breasts. This was the Erwachen way, the torturer maintained a close relationship with his female subject all through her long ordeal. Taking his time, asking her questions, taunting her quietly, asking if she was thirsty, or hungry, or needed to pee, if she wanted sex, if she wanted to go home, how much pain she felt, did she want the same again, taking a break, doing everything he could to lengthen her ordeal, knowing there was nothing she could do to end it. Knowing that she knew that too. Now he hit her left breast and her body jerked back again and he kept up the talking routine.

Now he lowered his aim and began tapping her lightly very low on her abdomen, only a few inches from her pussy. Once, twice, three, four, five blows, harder each time, and she began crying out with each one. He changed the angle of the blade and pointed it down more so each time he hit her he came closer to her genitals. Now she closed her eyes and just wailed and he quit the talking and just kept hitting her lower until he was catching her clit and then her nether lips and she screamed and he went back to the routine of talking and waiting and hitting and repeating over and over. By the time he stopped she was shaking and sobbing. He moved behind her and grabbed her hair again. Standing behind her gave him a better angle and now when he hit her he caught the entire length of her girlhood with each blow. Now he went slowly, hitting and talking and waiting and then doing it again. Finally he stopped and released her hair and she fell forward as far as the rope around her neck would allow.

For a minute he just let her rest, and when she was somewhat recovered she sat up with her head still down. He walked around the other side of her and started tapping her left breast over and over, and she cried out softly each time and he hit her harder and harder, just above her nipple. Then he did the same on her under boob, just hitting her over and over, just hard enough to hurt, but doing it again and again. Then he took half a minute and walked back around her to the side he started on. By now she was sitting up straight, erzincan escort looking down some at her left breast which was a kind of maroon shade from her allover tan and the redness of the beating she had taken. By now he had resumed the talking routine, taunting her in a low voice, taking his time, knowing he was completely in control of her. Now he hit her right breast, hard, one time only, and circled back behind her to the other side. She still sat there erect but was breathing hard now, fighting the pain of the last harder blow.

Now he stood directly in front of her, no more talking, and he pushed himself toward her so she could only back up as far as her neck rope would let her, and this time he started hitting both breasts, one after the other with no breaks and then he’d stop and just kind of drag the rubber blade over her boobs and she sat there panting, trying to recover from the pain then he started hitting her again and then repeated this hit and then drag routine until finally he tired of it and left her there, no bent over as best she could and sobbing. Now behind her he gathered her hair in his hand and pulled her back to him and started hitting her, then he was around in front, still holding the hair and hitting her and finally he tired of all of this and let her sit there for another minute to recover and then he walked off to the side and put down the rubber blade and a second man came back with a rubber whip.

At this point Dieuwke interceded as Tilly’s second, gave her some water, brushed her hair out of her eyes, tenderly stroked her tear-stained face and cleaned up the wet where she had cum. Then she kissed her lightly on her mouth and the show was back on. The show most of us had come for, to see this beautiful naked girl done with a real whip. I watched in awe as she sat there, staring out at the crowd of hungry men, half dead but seemingly unafraid. The guy with the whip stood in front of her and snapped it up and down menacingly, there was some kind of a tip on it. He started up with the talking routine, in German, but I picked up the word Fräulein which is considered a diminutive these days and is not used toward a grown woman. Part of the act. He wandered off to her right side and made her wait. Then from two meters away he hit her lightly across her breasts, then just below them, then lightly once more across her nipples and finally hard and she screamed in pain.

Now each time he hit her a pink welt appeared. He moved to the front and over the next five minutes hit her again and again right across her bosom, all the time talking to her, all the time waiting between lashes, and every time she screamed. By the time he was done her bosom was bright red and her head hung down on her chest, her body only held erect by the noose around her neck. Where the tip hit her was a red mark. The room went silent watching her ordeal. Eefje began to cry silently beside me. Then he was behind her hitting what he could of her backside with her sitting there, five times on one side and five times more on the other. And hard, harder than he had hit her breasts, and now she cried. And still the taunting went on. Then he was at her side, grasping her hair and hitting her once on her left breast and then multiple times on her thigh, each time the tip trying to find the pinkness between her thighs, and sometimes succeeding.

Well, enough. It went on. At some point use of the whip was done. Dieuwke came in again as second and Tilly stopped crying and agreed to finish. The man who had used the rubber thing came back with a flogger. The man who whipped her stood behind her and held her upright while the flogger man worked over the front of her until it was bright red. Finally the hour bell rang and it was over. Dieuwke came and started untying her legs. Eefje and I helped her lie on her side erzurum escort when the ropes were off because that was all that held her up. Dieuwke untied her elbows and her wrists and we got her legs over the side of the platform. She couldn’t stand up so Eefje and I got on either side of her and with some effort got her into the “preparation” room. She badly needed aftercare so we helped her sit up on a table on which prisoners were usually bound and turned her over on her tummy we could give her a massage and let her recover. Dieuwke went off to find Tilly’s clothes.

There was baby oil there for greasing prisoners before their scenes so I started massaging Tilly’s exhausted body. It was odd but a turn on to do something that intimate for a naked girl I didn’t really even know. She was truly beautiful, lightly muscled like an athlete, smooth brown skin, nice bum, the product of thousands of hip thrusts, nice legs. The top side of her bum still showed the redness from her whipping. Lying there she was instantly asleep. I started by dripping some baby oil between her shoulders and spreading it out to do her neck and out to her shoulders and then down between her shoulder blades. She had nice shoulder and back muscles. Then more oil down the middle of her back. I laid her arms up on either side of her head so I could get round her sides and could feel the softness of the sides of her breasts. Then down her back until I was at the top of her bare ass. That was the best part. More oil down in the crack of her ass and some on the highest point of each of her cheeks.

Massaging her bum was the sexiest thing I’d done since stripping in front of a crowd. It was so soft and nice and full and I leaned over to kiss each ass cheek. She was so beautiful it made me wet to touch her. While I was there I stuck my hand in between her legs and felt the wetness of her cunt, just to see what a cunt felt like. It felt like mine. I spread her legs a bit and oiled my hands this time to do the insides of her thighs, again soft and warm, and the rest of her legs which were strong and well-formed. All three of us wanted pictures of Tilly in the nude so we took out our phones and photographed her thus naked. They were beautiful photos and I still have them. At that point I had to turn her over and she woke up and looked at me kind of dreamily.

“I’ll just finish your massage and you’ll feel better,” I told her but I’m not sure she heard or understood. I did her arms, which were nice and strong and then, for the most important part, her poor mistreated boobies. I dribbled some oil down between them and started gently massaging them. They were still pink from her whipping. I just couldn’t get enough of them, I kept stroking them and gently rubbing them and her nipples came erect and I wondered if she knew what I was doing. Finally she began to stir so I pooled some baby oil in her belly button and used it to do her tummy and down over her sides and then it was time to go lower. I worked the oil down lower ’til I was right above her girlhood. I spread her thighs enough so I could get a good look at her most private parts. I started doing the inside of her thighs but couldn’t resist touching the pinkness of her cunt and slipping two fingers into her bunny hole and it was so smooth and wet just like mine when I get myself laid or masturbate.

I finished her legs and took more nude pictures with our cellphones, this time face-up. She was so beautiful we couldn’t pass it up, even though she was unconscious. Then we had to wake her up to get her dressed and she was a bit unsteady on her feet but we got her downstairs and took her to the bunny dorm and got her something to eat because even though it was two in the morning the club stays open ’til five. She took a shower because she was all sweaty and wet from having cum and the oil from my massage and when she was naked afterward I asked her if I could photograph her and she said OK so I got some nudes and later my photographer Harry sold them to his customers in the US and of course he sent her her money and now a bunch of guys she will never see have naked pictures of her 6000 miles away. It’s nice.

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This chapter is one of those stories that grows out of examining a character while you are writing about them. I was indulging in a bit of ‘What would Kristie do,’ and this tale is the result. It was not planned from the beginning, but it fits nicely.

As always, please know that in this story, as with the rest of my works, I am not going for realism. I just try to achieve the plausibly ridiculous.

Cheers!

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THE BACKYARD MILF 3

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“Hey Colleen,” I heard a guy say to my mother, who was across the produce section from me. I looked up to see Scott West pushing a grocery cart toward my mother.

“Hello Scott. Good to see you,” I heard my mother reply. “Reggie,” she called to me quickly, “did you find any good tomatoes?”

“They all suck, Mom,” I replied. “Can we go with Romas? They at least look okay.”

“Sure, fine,” she said. Mom didn’t like Romas, but she hated wrinkly tomatoes more. She and Scott chatted quietly, but both kept their eyes on me as I walked over with the oblong tomatoes.

I looked in Scott’s cart. “When are you going to drink some decent beer?” I demanded. There were two cases of Bud Light in there.

“Listen, whippersnapper,” Scott replied, his voice pretending to have the high quaver of an eighty year old man, instead of the big, athletic dude he was. “I don’t cotton to you kids today and your stank-ass IPAs.”

“I drink gin, old man,” I laughed. “And I’m just saying, you might as well drink White Claw as this bilge water.”

“Hey!” Scott protested.

“Hey!” Mom protested too. “I like White Claw!”

Ouch.

“In fact, go get me a pack of the Black Raspberry White Claw, please,” she added.

Shit. I’ve got to pay more attention to what is in the fridge before I get myself in trouble… I turned and trudged away. I looked back and saw the two of them laughing at me and talking conspiratorially.

Fuck. Now I had to go to the other end of the store, and then walk back, across the whole fucking Publix, in public, with a box of White Claw in my hands. I felt like an eighteen year old girl.

Speaking of which, I rounded the corner to the beer and other sad beverages aisle, only to run into my obnoxious younger snitch of a neighbor, Sandy Hammond, who was grabbing a six pack of Miller.

Cluelessly, I asked, “Your parents drink Miller?”

She shot upright, yanking her hand free of the six pack. “Uh, yeah,” she replied.

You are a dumbass, Reggie, I thought. Of course her parents don’t drink Miller. Nobody drinks Miller… except probably Scott West and underage kids. She may have busted me when she was thirteen, but I was hardly going to bust her now.

I smiled and shrugged. “I hope you have a good ID,” I smirked, making it clear that I was above busting her. Then I had to throw away my overly mature high ground by picking up a twelve pack of Black Raspberry White Claw. I walked away, head held high. Own your losses, people.

*

I spent the next morning plotting a new way to spy on Kristie. She liked the spy pictures I had sent her, letting her know that I had seen her without her knowing, and I was pretty sure she had decided that I needed to send her more pictures… if I wanted any more appreciation. This was not a hardship. But it was a challenge.

I could have easily have stayed home and just spied on her at that moment, but the mornings were her work hours, and she had made it clear that I was not to do anything then. She was very good at her job and wanted no distractions, like showing off for her peeping tom.

I had photographed and videoed her from various locations in the back yard. It felt played out.

I thought about mounting a camera on the trellis or the fence, but explaining that to my parents if they discovered it would be the height of difficult. Besides, that way, it would be the camera watching Kristie, not me, and I would get no fun out of that!

It was ditto, if to a lesser extent, in the case of my drone. It felt more sexy, but was also impossible. Stealthy, those things were not.

Technology was not the answer, I felt.

I was contemplating hiding inside her house, which felt like an escalation I wasn’t ready for yet, when my phone buzzed. I was floating naked in our pool and paddled the floating chair over to the side where my phone was. My parents were both at work, and I had been enjoying a morning in the sun.

Kristie: Heads up. A co-worker from France has been here in the US for a week, and is extending her stay with a long weekend. She will be down here and staying with me. Please let’s suspend any play in my house and yard

There was a brief pause.

Kristie: Until she is gone

Me: Yes, ma’am! [Broken Heart Emoji]

Kristie: Go fuck someone your own age this weekend.

Me: Yes ma’am! {Eggplant Emoji]

Kristie: Whatever

Kristie: Just leave me alone until Patrice is gone. I don’t know if I’d have to explain you or share you…

I looked at that last text for a good while. My hand seemed bursa escort to feel like it ought to stroke my dick.

What was that last text supposed to even mean? She makes it clear that she wants me to back off, then she chums the waters like that?

Kristie was an incurable flirt. It was probably just her being her. But now she had made me curious about this Patrice person.

I started listening to anything I could hear from Kristie’s side of the fence. She was working in the backyard again that Wednesday. She wore a headset all workday, but I could sometimes hear her side of the conversation.

It was fairly boring stuff. It usually was, which was why I usually didn’t bother to listen. But then I heard something useful.

“Listen, Harold, I’ve been texting with Patrice this morning. I’m going to take a personal day Friday and make it a long weekend. I think I’ll take our south of France friend and show her Miami Beach at some point.” She suddenly barked a sharp, scandalized laugh. “You’re a pig, Harold! And don’t you wish.”

The beach…

Miami Beach is one of the few public beaches in America where women can go topless legally. There is even one stretch of it that is clothing optional. Was Kristie going to take her French colleague and get a little loose and free?

It was a delicious idea, but honestly, I doubted it. I knew she had a very freaky side, but virtually the rest of the world knew her as a sweet, conservative woman. Regardless, it was a very enchanting speculation.

And I had nothing to do over the weekend… Nothing was stopping me from going to the beach. And taking a trip would not be anything related to Kristie’s house or yard.

A few surreptitious pictures of her and this other woman on the beach, in whatever style of dress, would be just the kind of pervy, forbidden stuff to get Kristie revving hard when I sent them to her after the woman left.

This led to a number of challenges, though. Miami Beach is miles and miles long. I had no idea where they would go. Or when. I’d never tried tailing anyone before, and my car is brightly colored. I looked over at my keys, as I thought about my old, distinctly non-stealth SAAB. She’d make me for sure if I tried following her car to the beach.

Wait. I looked at my key ring.

Perhaps technology was the answer after all, I thought. I got out of the pool, wrapped a towel around my waist, and picked up the little electronic locater tag that helped me find my keys, wherever they were. I detached the tag from my key ring. Kristie parked her car in her driveway, not her garage…

So, I could find them, or at least where they parked. I just needed to send this little tag for a ride on or in her car.

I fired up my phone and did a little research on surreptitious photography…

*

Late Thursday afternoon, my father and I were tackling our latest project, weeding the lawn and beds in our front yard. I was beginning to realize that Dad and I had never done so many chores together in our lives. Despite his frequent, vociferous, and occasionally icktastic signals that he wanted me out of his house, he was taking every opportunity to spend time with me while I was still there. We both knew I’d never live with them again.

“Hello, Larry,” came a voice behind me as I leaned under a shrub to get some stubborn grass that wasn’t where it was supposed to be.

“Hey Mimi,” Dad replied, grunting as he sat up from the other side of the bush. “What’s got you out in the heat?”

“Oh, just a walk,” she replied easily. “You know me, I like to keep active! Oh. Hello, Reggie.”

I sat up as well. My body needed a break anyway. Mimi Taylor was a nice lady in her mid-40s. As usual, she wore baggy sweatpants and a loose cotton top. I had honestly never looked twice at her until my father’s randy teasing of me and my mom earlier in the summer. I had subsequently gotten a look at her in a bikini, and, well, I understood his using her for the tease.

I genuinely wasn’t interested, but I could understand.

“Hi, Mimi,” I said, still having to make an effort to call the adults in the neighborhood by their first names.

“Well,” Mimi said after a few more pleasantries, waving one of the hand weights she carried on her walk for an extra workout, “I’m off. See you next weekend, Larry.”

Dad hesitated. “Uh… Oh, the regular circuit party. That is next weekend?”

“I’ll bet he forgets his own birthday,” Mimi said to me. “Yes, Larry, I’m talking about the regular circuit party. What else? How about you, Reggie? Are you coming too, or are you too grown up for anything but the Senior Circuit now?”

“One last chance to swim in the Wades’ big pool? Wouldn’t miss it,” I said.

Just then, a strange black Honda pulled up in front of Kristie’s. We all naturally looked at it. I figured this might be Patrice’s Uber, delivering her for her mini vacation, and I was right. I carefully concealed that I had knowledge of who this visitor might be.

The woman who çanakkale escort got out of the car was about Kristie’s age, tall, dark brown haired, and very slender. She had brought only the one small roller bag, and was dressed in the height of business casual elegance, with high-waisted, pleated pants that made her look about 75 percent leg. She saw us all staring at her curiously, and she waved in friendly fashion. She had a nice smile.

We all waved back in that friendly wave suburbanites have, the one they give strangers that says, “Howdy! We are friendly, but we also will remember you well enough for a detailed description to the police if you try anything.” She nodded her head, and turned to roll her bag up to Kristie’s front door.

“What do you know,” Mimi said quietly to Dad. “Gaines has a visitor!” With a shrug, she headed off down the street. Dad asked my help back under the hedge, and I missed Patrice greeting Kristie and going inside her home.

I got up fairly early Friday morning, about 8:45. After my shower and breakfast, I was ready for the day. I wondered if they would go to the beach today or the next, but I was ready now, in case it was to be today. I wandered over to the living room, which is in the front of our house. I figured I would hang there and keep an eye out to see if and when they got going early.

I looked out the window.

Shit!

Kristie’s car was gone. Already.

I realized suddenly that ‘early’ for an unemployed grad student was quite different from ‘early’ for two women whose workdays were on British Standard Time. I checked my phone.

The tag showed that they were on their way toward the beach already!

I leapt off the couch and dashed upstairs. I changed into my planned beach attire, grabbed my special new bag, and ran out to my car, which was parked on the curb. In five minutes, I was off on the long drive to South Beach.

They got there more than half an hour before I arrived. That sucked somewhat, but it could not be helped. Actually, it was probably for the better, I considered. They would be relaxed and done examining their surroundings in detail. I parked in a lot half a mile north from where Kristie had left her car. Sitting in my SAAB, I applied my disguise. It mostly consisted of white zinc oxide sunscreen streaked over my face to distort its natural shape, a baggy Ohio State University teeshirt bought at the mall the day before, and a wide-brimmed hat. I looked like a sun-shy, midwestern tourist. Midwestern tourists come in two varieties: sun-shy, and lobster red. There would be hundreds of both types on the beach that day, and I wanted to blend in.

The beach where Kristie and Patrice had parked was way south of that one clothing-optional stretch I mentioned. I had certainly not expected that they would end up there, but I had still entertained fantasies…

Ah, well.

The stretch they did choose was fairly crowded, I was glad to see. There is anonymity in numbers. I wandered down the beach, looking for Kristie.

The crowd along most of South Beach is not the unending stream of bronze, topless models the Chamber of Commerce would want you to think. Most women are with their families, and are ordinary-looking (at best). And fully clothed… for the beach.

There are exceptions to that last bit. Most of those topless exceptions are not… enchanting. But a few were. A few were very enchanting. It was a good chance to use the remote camera I had installed in the new large beach bag I had bought. I appeared to all the world as if I had my head down over my phone, playing Clash of Clans or whatever as I wandered. But the camera relayed via Bluetooth to my phone in real time, and I was able to get some great shots of a few young women who were using the beach to its fullest.

I was ‘wandering aimlessly’ after passing the vicinity of one particularly stacked sunbather. I had taken of her from a number of angles, and got so distracted reviewing them that I almost disastrously walked right into Kristie and Patrice!

They never noticed me as I veered off in the water’s direction.

It was an easy matter to pause, look at some birds, and swing the bag back toward the women. Kristie had chosen to wear a bikini, if not a particularly daring one. Her bottoms were white boy shorts with a red belt, and the top was a fairly full-coverage red number with wide straps. On her crazy body, it looked like an advertisement for sex, at least to me.

Patrice was nicely tanned, and indeed quite willowy. She wore a one-piece that was nevertheless more daring than Kristie’s. It was jet black, cut very high at the hips, and the ‘neckline’ dropped to her navel. She was small-breasted, but on her slender body, they looked perfect.

A number of great photos went into my phone.

I wandered along past them. I was about to turn around and head back toward them when I got distracted for a minute by another rare example lying flat on her back, enormous tits bare to the sun. I winced for çankırı escort her a little as I took a picture or two. She had serious tanlines, and I could already see the pale portions of those luscious mounds turning pink. It was going to be an uncomfortable sunburn for the busty woman.

I wanted to say something–to warn her. But come on, what was I going to say? “Hi there! I was just staring at your tits closely and I think you have the beginnings of a sunburn?” Things would end up more painfully embarrassing for me than the sunburn was going to be for her. Or so I told myself.

I turned and walked back toward my focus of interest. The two co-workers were lying on huge beach towels, propped up on low, portable backrests, soaking up the sun. They might have been asleep, except I could see their mouths move as they chatted away. I took several absolutely lovely shots. Some framed Patrice in the middle, but most obviously centered on Kristie. The women were completely unaware of me, and the pictures had the vaguely creepy, voyeuristic quality I wanted.

Satisfied, I walked on.

It was too bad, really. I had had some hopes that Kristie’s French colleague might have led her into a little topless time, but the pictures I had gotten would do the trick, nevertheless. I could show Kristie in a few days that I had well and truly observed her in sexy circumstances without her knowledge. She would love it.

I paused.

What made this all so hot was… pushing it.

I turned and walked back, finally pulling out my towel and seating myself on the other side of Kristie from where I had taken the pictures, with a family of three almost directly between us. Almost. I set down my bag, carefully pointed right back at the women. From this vantage, I was looking at them from an angle, with their feet closer to me than their heads. I shifted the bag idly, moving them perfectly into frame.

I took several more excellent pictures. But those were for later.

I set the camera to record video and let it run. Then I chose one of the best shots I had taken earlier, from the other direction and clearly further away. I took a deep breath, and texted it to Kristie. Time to let her know that she was being watched, but couldn’t catch me.

I saw her stir at the buzz of the phone. But she just ignored it. I sent her a second picture I had chosen.

She frowned lightly, and reached for the phone. I hoped to god that Patrice wouldn’t be curious enough to lean over and look, but little, genuine risks like that got me revved, I was coming to learn. She just lay there, eyes behind her shades.

Kristie’s own eyes widened and she swiftly shot a glance off in the direction that those pictures had clearly been taken from. Then she stopped herself and looked away. She shook her head and smiled a little to herself, laying back with just the tiniest shiver.

“Who was that? A problem at the office?” Patrice asked idly.

“No! I have them all on ignore this weekend,” Kristie replied. “Just a friend.”

“A boyfriend?” The frenchwoman asked teasingly.

“Ha! I have no boyfriend,” she laughed. “Creepy stalkers are all I rate these days.”

Patrice heaved a gallic sigh. “Ah well. Perhaps they are cute creepy stalkers. Those are the best kind.”

Kristie shook her head and paused. Then she reached behind her back and unhooked her bikini top! She looked around significantly, seeking but not finding me in the distance, then lifted it up over her head and set it aside before relaxing back.

Fuck, those were nice tits.

Patrice noticed the change. “Alors! I thought you were American!” she snorted nonchalantly.

Kristie shrugged, perhaps more scenically than necessary. “It’s allowed on this beach.”

“Ha! Well I am not sure it that will get you a boyfriend, or just more stalkers, but it is a start!” With that, Patrice also reached behind her head. She tugged the strap up and over her head and let the front of her suit drop down to her waist. She rolled it up tightly and tucked it in. Her breasts were delicate, as I said, but deliciously sweet. Her nipples were dark and round, and just a bit perky in the breeze. She was delicious, but I remained focused on Kristie next to her.

The mother of the small family between us was low-level scandalized. I guessed that she had chosen this little patch of beach because of its former absence of naked tits. Now her husband was being treated to a Grade A Prime fifteen feet from them.

After a minute or so to capture the two of them settling back in their new display, I stopped recording the video, having gotten the action I had prayed for but not really expected. Kristie liked being watched, and now that she knew that she was, she was clearly getting turned on. Her nipples were hardening just a touch. I hoped she liked the extra attention she was getting from the husband who was between us, partially screening me.

I took several zoomed in shots of Kristie, even a few ultra-closeups of her perky nipples.. Then I zoomed out again to take in both of them and restarted the video recording.

After a minute or so, Kristie looked around again, still not focusing on me. Was my disguise working this well! I clearly wasn’t staring her way, my face was resolutely on my phone and I was turned away from her toward the sea.

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Betsy didn’t sleep well she was nervous and excited about today. Mike was happy the day finally arrived. They took showers, Betsy dressed in her long top and put panties on but left off her bra.

“Mike, I want to go to MGM before I need to go to the Cannabis club.”

“Okay we will go to breakfast at little Georges and have lunch at MGM after you play the slots for a while.” Mike knew she has panties on, he could see the outline of them as she moved around, but he didn’t say anything.

“I am pleased with myself for the small victory. I got away with panties on without Mike’s knowledge and he consented to take me to MGM.” She thought with a smile.

The couple left town a little after eight and went to Little Georges. They left there at nine-thirty.

“Remove your panties and you will have to leave your top unbuttoned completely to go to the MGM, for trying to trick me.”

“Oh you, I thought I got away with something.” Betsy stated laughingly as she removed her panties, gave them to her husband and then unbuttoned her top completely when they parked in the MGM parking garage.

Before Mike exited the car he looked at the gusset of her panties it was soaking wet with her arousal. The panties confirmed that the lovely scent in the car was his wife’s arousal. Mike opened the door for his wife and she gave him his tip the sight of her lovely engorged pussy lips with a with a hint of her pink slit as she exited the vehicle.

Betsy played the slots for an hour; it was difficult to keep her modesty with her long top unbuttoned. After ten minutes of distracted play. She decided to concentrate on the slots, she let it all hang out. She lost all the money she gotten from the six young men in that time. Mike had to pay for their lunch, before they set out for Northampton. They arrived at exactly two PM.

Everyone anxiously awaited Betsy’s arrival and was surprised when she walked in nude. Mike parked in the enclosed courtyard, and she decided to leave her top in the car. Her reasoning for this was no one will know what she wore into the club.

The group traipsed into the dressing room:

Vance immediately started to give orders. “Hi Betsy, we need to finish making your lovely star presentable, please get on your knees on the table and spread your legs.” The nude model compiled without any hesitation. He applied the gel. To properly do this he probed her anus intimately. The product tingled her brown star. All present watched the procedure to the dismay of the mature model. “We will let that work while I do your hair and put a non-smudge lipstick on her nipples.”

“Vance did a marvelous job with my hair; too bad I will have the mask on, which will hide my hair style. He applied red non smear lip gloss to my nipples to make them stand out.” She thought as she looked at her nipples in the mirror. “It looks like I have headlights!”

Vance brought Betsy out of her reverie. “We will go to the table again on your knees and I will wipe off the gel.” He took liberties with the naked woman’s intimate areas when he washed off the gel. Betsy could feel him use the cloth to insert his finger in her back door. “Need to make sure I have all the gel off, so you don’t become irritated back here.” He stated as a reason to abuse her back door. “Ah now you look perfect back here. Betsy, look you have a perfect stain free star now.” Vance explained as he retrieved a mirror, so the naked woman could see his handy work.

“Well, I never paid much attention to the looks of my bottom before, but I guess you did a good job it is lily white now.”

Mike without thought of the consequences spoke up. “Betsy, Vance did a great job your opening is a pristine white now which looks like a starfish.”

“What is that supposed to mean Mike my back door is more inviting now that Vance worked on it. I don’t allow you in there anyway that is only an exit.” She declared with a hint of embarrassment and anger.

Vance interceded. “Betsy I am done back here can you lay on your back now so I can finish, it is almost time for you to be out in the meeting room.”

She rolled over onto her back. Vance, set up the stirrups, helped Betsy put her feet in the stirrups, spread her legs wide, and applied the non-smudge lip gloss to her pussy lips. He brought a mirror to her to show her his work. Betsy was engrossed in the sight of her pussy as she rarely gets a glimpse of her lady lips.

“Boy now I know why men want to see a woman spread. My vaginal area is intriguing a little lip gloss brings out the shape of them. They stand out now framed between my legs.” She expressed with a delighted smile.

“Yes, I had Vance do that so your vaginal area will be the focal point when you’re on the couch spread.” Greg took the credit diyarbakır escort for the lip gloss on her pussy lips.

Five to eleven Betsy was ready to go into the meeting room. Julia handed the model her mask and the staff which looks like a javelin. Betsy made sure the mask was on properly. The troupe walked out into the meeting room. Betsy noted all around the room there were large signs that stated. “No Photos to be taken. If caught the person will be ejected from the room without a refund.” She climbed onto the raised platform, took her place on the couch in her exposed position, legs spread wide, and one hand on the staff. The platforms movement was hardly noticed it rotated so slow.

A few minutes later the doors opened and like the floodgates of humanity the people entered.

Betsy observed “There are mostly men coming through the door with only about twenty or so women to the hundreds of men.” She noted in thought. “Women will be more critical of my naked body than men are.” She came to the realization. “I rather men see me naked and spread than women.” Betsy’s gaze fell upon the superintendent of her school district who she knows well as he entered the room. “I hope Gordon doesn’t recognize me.” She thought in horror.

To Betsy’s alarm he walked right up to the naked woman, leaned on the rail, and gazed at her as if he was trying to place something but then walked away as the platform rotated away from his position. Gordon spotted Mike and walked over to him. “Hi, your name is Mike Ford, you’re Betsy’s husband. Am I correct?”

“Why yes and how do you know my wife?” Mike asked with an embarrassed look on his face because he recognized the man’s face but couldn’t remember his name.

“I used to teach with her, now I am the Administer of the school system in Pittsfield.”

“Oh, right your Gordon Daly. I didn’t know you came to shows like this?” Mike regretted the statement after it came out of his mouth

“Well, I was thinking the same thing, Mike. Betsy doesn’t seem like a woman that would let you come to a show like this.” Gordon recounted which caused Mike concern. “Oh, and where is Betsy she come with you?”

“No, I dropped her off at the mall and then I came here.” Mike lied and Gordon could see he was fibbing, by his body language.

Now Gordon walked back over to the naked model on the dais, leaned on the rail as she came around. He studied her naked features, Gordon had an image in his head of Betsy clothed, now he was trying to transition it to match the naked woman on the platform. The massive ring on her finger was another clue to the identity of the lovely woman spread for his viewing enjoyment.

Gordon remembered how on her twenty-fifth wedding anniversary she flaunted the ring as she stated. “My husband had this made for me it is one of a kind.” Betsy stated with excitement.

“That ring on your finger looks like one of a kind.” Gordon said to the nude woman as he covertly pulled out his phone and took a photo of the ring and of her as the platform rotated toward him. He disregarded the signage, he wanted photographic evidence to show Betsy.

Betsy was shaken by his comments. She didn’t see him snap photos with his phone. It was time for her to circulate and converse with the patrons. She said little as possible in hopes that Gordon wouldn’t recognize her voice as he remained close to her on her travels.

She fielded questions from each group.

“Have you done this before.”

Which her answer was “No”

“Why did you consent to do this?”

“It was on my bucket list.” Was the only answer Betsy could come up with?

“Would you do it again.?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” The naked woman was asked.

“Because my husband likes to see me naked in front of groups.”

“So, you do this for your husband and not for yourself?”

“Well in reality I don’t mind being naked in public. My husband recognized by exhibitionist tendencies before I was ready to acknowledge it.” She finally admitted out loud.

“You have a lucky husband.” One of the older men in the group stated as he looked at the clothed older woman next to him. She blushed and hit him in the arm.

Betsy smiled at the woman that was about her age. “Try modeling nude you may like it and I know your husband will.”

With the little interaction Betsy had with the patrons and the ring on her finger Gordon had good reason to believe Betsy was the nude model. He wants to make certain his theory is correct. If she is the nude model, he doesn’t know how he will use this information to his advantage yet or if he wants to. Time will tell.

Betsy became immensely comfortable with her exposure within the first forty minutes of her total exposure. She had become so excited you could see moisture on her pussy lips when she was spread. “Good thing the lip gloss on my pussy is non smear or it would look like my edirne escort period is running down my legs.” She thought in horror as she rubbed her pussy lips covertly with her fingers as the patrons watched.

Greg was pleased with his model’s performance. “Betsy is a natural she loves to be nude in front of a group. I picked a winner for this show.” Greg thought with satisfaction.

While Betsy was in her exposed position many of the patrons discussed her naked features in glorious terms. “Her lady lips are engorged she is excited to be spread in front of us.” One man whispered to his friend.” I wish my wife would have the courage to pose as this model does.” Another man whispered. “Look she is very excited you can see moisture escaping her vaginal lips.

There were also the patrons that just looked at the exposed woman in amazement. “She is totally exposed for our visual pleasure but looks so innocent in her exposure.”

Mike was pleased his wife enjoyed being nude in public. The time went by quickly and before Betsy knew it seven PM arrived, and time for her to leave. She walked to the dressing room, amazed how tired she was. Betsy waited impatiently for her husband to get there so they could leave.

“I will remove the lip gloss on your nipples and vaginal lips if you like before you leave, Betsy?” Vance told the nude woman.

“No, I like the look and maybe I can tease Mike on the way home.” She said with a giggle as an afterthought she asked. “Will the gloss come off on my clothes?”

“No, here is some cream to use. Have your husband put this on your breast and vagina a few minutes before you take a shower. Your regular body wash will remove the gloss after you use the cream.”

“Well Betsy, will you be back tomorrow?” Greg asked but already knew the answer.

“Yes, of course. I had a wonderful time. Although I was very nervous to begin with.” Betsy stated as she took the five one-hundred-dollar bills handed to her.

Julia helped Betsy remove her mask. “You did a great job Betsy. I couldn’t be up there naked and spread in front of so many people as you are. You’re very courageous!”

“Thanks, it was fun.” The nude woman said.

Mike was stopped by Gordon as he went toward the dressing room. “Say hi to Betsy when you see her, Mike.” He gave Mike a knowing smile. To cement his theory that Betsy was the nude model he watched as Mike entered the dressing room.

“Mike where have you been?” Betsy asked.

Not wanting to alarm his wife he said. “I was conversing with a few people and didn’t realize it was time to go. They said the model was beautiful, very comfortable nude, and spread. They wished their wives were as comfortable nude as you are.”

“You didn’t tell them I’m your wife did you Mike?” Betsy asked in a panic.

“Of course, not my dear.” He said as the couple exited into the courtyard and Mike opened the door for his naked wife to enter the vehicle.

She sat on the seat; legs spread. “What do you think, do I have an engaging pussy?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“Because I didn’t realize how much a naked woman with her legs spread is worshipped until I saw the way the men and some women looked at me when I am totally exposed. Mike I am glad you brought me to this point, so I can enjoy being naked in front of people. I love the free feeling.” Betsy stated as she swung into the passenger’s seat.

She leaned against the door comfortable in her nudity and started to rub her pussy lips together for her husband’s viewing pleasure. She closed her eyes to take a cat nap as she strummed her clit leisurely.

Mike had a difficult time with the control of the vehicle while he watched his wife play with her pussy. When they exited the city Mike put the car on dynamic cruise control so he could pay more attention to his wife diddling her pussy.

Mike was content to look at his wife’s naked charms until she opened her eyes.

“What are you looking at Mike?” The nude woman asked with a smile.

“My beautiful wife. It should be illegal for a beautiful woman as you to wear clothes.”

“Yah, I bet you stay that to all the naked ladies!”

“No, only to you!” After some thought he continued. ” Betsy, you told me I am a pervert because I want you to show your body and spread yourself, so everyone sees your beauty. Do you still feel that way?”

“No Mike, you took the rap for me because I couldn’t admit that I like to show off as I did today so everyone can see all of me.”

“You felt guilty for wanting to be nude in public because of your upbringing. Has that changed after today?”

In a husky moan. “Yes, it has, I had a good time showing off in a safe environment? OOOOOOHHH I am cumming!” Betsy stated as she rubbed her pussy vigorously for her first orgasm on the trip home. She lay comatose for a few minutes to enjoy her cum.

Mike took in the lovely woman spread in edirne escort bayan front of him. “I am the luckiest man live.” He thought.

“Boy did I need that! You can’t believe how horny showing my pussy made me today.” Betsy giggled with her fingers still in her honey pot. “I’m still horny my sensual circuits are on overload I had so many people seeing me naked.” She plunged three fingers in her honeypot as she concentrated on another orgasm. “I-I-I’m-m-m cummmmmiiinnng agaaaaaiiiinn!”

Mike divided his attention between the road and his wife as she came for the second time in less than thirty minutes. It shocked him that she could bring herself off in such a short time.

“Do you want to stop at the diner up the road apiece?”

“Um yes” Betsy moaned breathlessly.

“Get dressed then.” Mike told his naked wife.

Betsy struggled into her long top and secured a few buttons to make herself semi-presentable just as Mike pulled into the parking lot. He walked around and opened the door. Betsy has become accustomed to this service. She returned the favor and gave her husband a pussy show when she exited the vehicle for his viewing enjoyment.

The couple walked arm-in-arm into the establishment. The long top opened almost to her pussy as she walked. Mike was oblivious to the clientele of the diner, but Betsy recognized a few of the patrons as ones that were at the show. At this time she was upset she never took off the lipstick on her nipples and lady lips. Betsy will have to be careful she doesn’t have a nip slip or shows her pussy in this place. Because she surmised. “The young men were at the shallow end of the gene pool; they may put two and two together to arrive at twenty-two! She snickered in thought.

The couple ordered their meal, they conversed between themselves as one of the patrons came over. “I have never seen you in here before. You from around here?”

“We are from Pittsfield. Coming from the Mall, thought we would take a different route home today.” Mike stated with anxiety in his voice.

“Pretty lady you seem familiar, but I can’t place you.” The young man stated as he looked from her face to the massive ring on her finger. He stopped at her breast when he saw a flash of red from her areola.

“Well, I may have a double around here someplace that’s what everyone tells me we all have a double on this earth.” Betsy said with a nervous smile.

“Yah right.” The young man mused as he went back to his friends, he whispered something to his friends Mike and Betsy couldn’t hear.

What was said out of hearing range was. “That was the woman that was nude at the Cannabis Club. I saw her nipple it was red, and she had on this big ring on her finger like the woman at the club. I know it’s her!”

Betsy had a feeling three of the men concentrated their gaze on her pussy like they were trying to take a mental picture of her lady lips, as the turntable passed the place on the rail they were stationed. They would come over and stare at her each time she was spread out on the couch.

They hurried to eat their dinner when it was served. Betsy paid and they left.

“That was a close call,” Betsy proceeded to tell Mike about them. “They looked at my pussy the entire time I was in my exposed posture. They were the only ones that creeped me out!”

Betsy had two more orgasms on the road home. It was a four-orgasm trip home and Mike became horny as he watched his wife diddle her pussy.

Betsy entered the house removed the top and went into the den, it was getting dark, but she didn’t think to close the blinds. When Mike walked into the den his wife was spread out in all her naked glory.

“If you see anything you like my dear go for it, I’m exhausted.” Betsy said as she slowly diddled her pussy. “I’m warming your treat for you Mike. Come and get or is that when you get it you will cum!” She chuckled at her play on words.

Well Mike didn’t need an engraved invitation, he dropped his board shorts and plowed right into his wife’s dripping pussy. Mike waited all day to get relief from his built-up passion. He watched his wife show the patrons her honey pot. Mike’s fantasy became reality today, he is the lucky one he gets to take the lady home and make love to her. Try as he might, he couldn’t stall the inevitable. He blew his load deep in his wife’s pussy. “OOOHHH Betsy you were great today!” Mike moaned, he was disappointed he couldn’t last longer.

Betsy could feel Mike’s baby makers blasting into her womb. “I’m cumming again!” The surprised woman screamed.

The exhausted couple slid onto the floor still coupled, Mike rolled onto his back and his wife on top of him. They rested for a few minutes, Betsy rolled off Mike and he helped his wife to her feet. They took a shower together to save water, after Mike applied the cream to her breast, and pussy, Betsy cleaned off the lip gloss. The couple helped each other dry off, they went to bed nude and watched TV until the eleven o’clock news was over.

Sleep came swiftly to the contented but exhausted couple!

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Fair warning to readers new to this series: I don’t bother with much in the way of recaps usually, and this story is no exception. You can certainly enjoy it on its own, but it will make a lot more sense (I think), if you were to start with Chapter 1. Regardless, as always, do not hold your breath for realism in my work. I aim to be plausibly ridiculous.

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A REPUTATION 5: LOCKED OUT

Post-threesome ice cream with my two, um, co-conspirators was fun, but a little weird. Having a casual, get-to-know-you chat over ice cream with two near strangers whose anatomy I now knew in extreme detail was slightly surreal. Jenna was a History major whose main academic goal outside her major was to never take another Math course in her life. Katie studied Journalism, but was becoming disenchanted with the field, and was tossing around a shift in majors to Television Production.

In short I had vanishingly little in common with the two of them, other than a mutual commitment to do this all again sometime soon…

It was odd, being a human merit badge.

I was not complaining.

*

Once I had extricated myself from the ice cream shop and my lovely new rumor fuel, I sauntered back toward my dorm. I still had homework, but I beginning to suspect a nap was in my future first. The sun felt good on my face as I ambled back, cutting across an open field that was likely going to be a new dorm, if the fund-raising campaign ever got organized. I got distracted by my internal review of the last few delirious hours and almost got run over when I drifted unaware through an Ultimate Frisbee game. A few angry shouts sent me into a quick sprint to clear the area.

Whew, that little sprint tired me out. Yeah, even after a triple scoop of ice cream, my energy levels were low. I needed that nap to digest and refuel. I hoped Mitch would be elsewhere, not waiting to pester me with supernaturally quick intelligence about my latest episode for the rumor mill.

He was blessedly absent from the room and I collapsed face down on my bed. The curtains the school provides are pathetic at blocking out light during the middle of the day, but I was asleep in moments anyway.

I awoke almost two hours later, clear-headed and energetically refreshed, but with cricks in my neck and back that I had to spend ten minutes stretching to work out.

Still no Mitch, which was a blessing but curious. It was almost dinner time, and my friend seldom missed a meal. I waited around for a bit, not feeling like texting to see where he was, and did some homework while I waited. Almost half an hour after we usually went to eat, there was still no Mitch. I shrugged and went down on my own.

I winced a little in anticipation of the reaction when I showed myself in the dining hall, having just a few hours ago done the Walk of Fame (sure as hell not Shame!) with two girls, heading out of the dorm. I was pleasantly surprised to find that while I got a lot of side-eye, most people in the dorm seemed content to let me have some space.

There were still giggles.

One table of dudes were trying to hide a general expression of what looked like awe. That was not injurious to my self-image…

After I finished eating, I really needed to get some more work done, so I headed out to the third-floor catwalk atop the dorm and did some reading. I did not really classify this as Studying On A Saturday Night, as the sun was still up, and most fun had yet to commence. It was deserted up there, and while the setting did put it into my mind to go see what Cassie was planning that evening, I decided against that.

After all, how much sex can one guy manage in a single day?

But I was tempted…

Anyway, I did manage to completely catch up in Industrial Design, and make a dent in my Circuits backlog. Since my Sunday plans included a Russian study session with Elaine, I had a good chance of actually being caught up in everything by the start of Monday classes.

With that happy thought, and the fading light, I grabbed my books and headed back down the stairs briskly toward my room to throw on a fresh shirt, brush my hair, and head out for the evening, looking for fun.

I was just about to card my way into my dorm room when I realized I was staring at Captain America, pointing at me in that Uncle Sam “I Want You” pose from his picture, which was on our door.

The signal was on our door.

The signal was on our door, and I was on the outside of it.

The question had not been, what had Mitch been up to, but who had Mitch been up to!

Right, fucking on, Mitch! And at only 7:30 in the evening! He had moved fast.

Only 7:30 in the evening. Looks like I was locked out with no prep, and an armful of textbooks, for the rest of the evening. It better be at least most of the evening. I was going to be very disappointed if my man was not good for a nice, long effort.

And if they made noise and found a crowd waiting çorum escort for them in the hall when Mitch finally took down Captain America, all of them thinking it was me in there… Bwahahaha.

Meanwhile, however, I had an armload of criminally expensive textbooks to find something to do with. They weren’t going to be stolen or anything, but I couldn’t afford to lose them or have them damaged. As in, literally could not afford that. My bank account was in parlous condition as it was. I barely had enough money for my Coke habit–My Coca-Cola habit.

The kitchen was closed now, and had been for more than an hour, but the dining area was never locked. It would be deserted and virtually no-one went in there this time of night, so I decided to just dump my books in a back corner in there and get them in the morning.

Surprisingly, the motion-sensitive lights were already on in there when I entered. At a table against one wall, a small group of my dorm-mates from the first floor were sitting and laughing. An open and a still sealed twelve-pack of beer sat on the floor. There were red solo cups in front of each, with another in the middle of the table. Quarters lay scattered about.

“Hey,” I waved, pausing for but a moment. Then I moved to drop off my books as I had planned.

“Will, what are you up to?” asked Stu Edwards, from his seat at the table.

“I’m just stashing my books in here until later,” I said, setting them down in the corner.

“Huh?” asked Tonya, one of the three girls at the table.

I looked up sheepishly. “Mitch is using the room…”

All five of them, three girls and two guys, just looked at me for a solid ten seconds, before Stu burst into laughter, followed by the rest of them. “You are on the outside of the door tonight, huh?” he laughed.

If there is one thing I have learned about myself through all this, it is that I can own an embarrassing situation. I shrugged. “What can I say? Mitch is a machine.”

I looked at their faces. Honestly a hang-out for an evening was exactly what I needed. “But while The Machine works, I’m at loose ends. Would you guys mind if I joined the game?”

“Sure,” both Stu and one of the girls, I remembered her name was Tonya, said simultaneously. The other guy, Freddie Robinson, and one of the other girls, Yolanda, seemed less happy, but said nothing. I took what I could get.

“So we are playing Quarters?” I asked as I sat.

“Yeah, and you are behind,” Freddie said, challengingly. He grabbed a fresh can of beer, cracked it and shoved it toward me. “Catch up,” he added, challengingly.

I amiably picked up the can and lifted it to drink.

One gulp in and the others were chanting, “Chug!” I obliged. They had been playing for a while. If I wanted to join, I did have an obligation.

Note that they were not chanting, ‘Drink!’ Every college apparently has its own house rules for Quarters. I learned the game as having only a few serious requirements. Each player, in turn, tried to bounce the Quarter into the center cup. If they succeeded, they indicated another player who had to consume a slug of beer. The successful player got another turn to bounce the quarter in, and could keep going as long as they kept hitting the cup. When they missed, the turn rotated. Any player caught pointing their finger was also required to consume. And any player who used the word Drink, in any of its noun, verb, adjectival, gerundic, participle, or whatnot forms, had to consume triple.

I slammed the empty beer down on the table, and tried and failed to belch theatrically. There were good-natured cheers from all the other players, except Freddie.

It may shock you to hear that my recent Reputation was not making me a favorite of all people, especially many guys. Or… I guess… it may not shock you.

Apparently, Freddie was not among my fans. I had missed that fact before this point, but you live and learn.

I grabbed a chair and slid to a seat in the nearest gap, putting me next to Stu, and opposite Freddie, with Tonya to my left, Danielle Smith beyond her, and Yolanda on the other side of Stu.

Danielle reached over and grabbed a quarter lying on the table, handing it to me. “Stu just missed. Your turn.”

“Hey, he just sat down!” Freddie objected. I would have objected too.

“He just slammed a whole beer without batting an eyelash,” Tonya shot back. “He’s earned his place in the rotation.”

“It was a pretty impressive chug,” Danielle added.

“Yeah, who knew Will had hidden talents,” Tonya giggled. Yolanda giggled too.

I rolled my eyes. I had never had any illusions that my Reputation was not known to everyone at the table, but I wanted to act for an evening as if it wasn’t the elephant in the room. I grabbed the quarter, lined it up carefully, and missed by six inches.

Shit. It had been a while. Apparently, I sucked at Quarters again, like I had early my freshman year.

The denizli escort rest of the group was not much better. The first time around, Danielle got one hit, shooting her elbow out toward Yolanda, indicating that she had to consume, and Freddie got one in, immediately saying, “Suck it, Will.” Other than that, this was not shaping up to be an epic night of consumption. Conversation was flowing again quickly after my arrival, and I found myself enjoying this accidental encounter immensely. It was good to just be another guy for the first time in a while.

Even the innuendo was pretty tame, for the most part, though Tonya made more effort than the others to feature me in any double-entendres.

After her third miss in a row, followed by a loud taunt by Stu, Yolanda looked at him and almost yelled, “I am going to get you so drunk by the…” Whether she cut herself off, or the rest of us gleefully yelling that she had said The Word did it, Yolanda’s americano-colored face blanched. “Shit,” she grumbled. We all counted gleefully as she poured and consumed three first-seam measures from her Solo cup.

“Got you,” Tonya said gleefully. Apparently, Yolanda had been getting off lightly to this point. But Tonya punctuated her glee with a fist to the table, followed by a triumphant gesture…

Yolanda just smiled back and replied, “I believe you just pointed at me.”

Things proceeded, and I started to get a feel for the bounciness of the table we were using. I sank a quarter. Looking around, I decided that since Freddie did not seem to like me, it must be because of thirst, so I invited him to consume. He did so with ill grace. I could not hit a second shot, and it was Tonya’s turn. She sank her first bounce and immediately shot her elbow out at Freddie as well.

“Oh come on,” he grumbled, but smiled and took another hearty swallow.

Danielle went next, and she too hit the cup. Freddie again. He didn’t smile this time. She hit a second time, and since she couldn’t choose someone twice in a row, she made Stu consume. He did so, loudly saying that it was about time, and he was thirsty.

Freddie missed right off, to much razzing.

Yolanda picked up a quarter, and looked at Stu. “Stu says he’s thirsty, girls,” she purred, batting her eyelashes at him. “What say we help him out?” With that little innuendo, she stared at him instead of the cup as she bounced her quarter.

Yolanda had not hit a shot all night, so going no-look was not going to make a difference.

And of course, she bounced the coin in so perfectly, the cup barely rattled. Everybody freaked, especially Yolanda. She was babbling with glee. Freddie cut her off with an impatient, “Who’s your target then, Y?”

She giggled again, then leaned onto the table, cupping her chin in a hand and looked at Stu, batting her eyes again. Then she shot her elbow out to indicate Freddie had to drink.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Freddie shouted. He slammed back an over-sized pour, gathered himself, and stood up. “That’s it. I’ve got to meet up with Davis later. I’m going to go find him now before you assholes make me too drunk to manage it.”

“Oh wait, Freddie. We’re sorry,” Danielle said weakly as he not quite stormed out of the room. But neither she, nor anyone else moved any more assertively to dissuade him from leaving. When he was gone, his fellow first floor dwellers just looked at each other and shrugged. I was not really clued into the whole first floor social scene, it was somewhat separate from the rest of the house for whatever reason, but apparently Freddie was not its most popular resident… There was no awkward or regretful pause at his departure. Even Danielle seemed to have just been being polite.

The game progressed, and Stu and I gradually got the hang of the bounce. We then did what guys do, and started choosing the girls exclusively as our victims. When one of them hit, they always chose one of us, but we guys were hitting a lot more. We all were consuming our share though.

I hit, and chose Tonya. Then I hit, and chose Danielle. Then I hit a third time in a row, looked at Yolanda, then chose Tonya again with an evil grin.

“Oh come on! I just did!” she protested, looking just bit woozy. I was about to relent, when she said, “How about a kiss instead? Please?” She tried to look pleading at me, but her mouth broke out into a big grin, displaying her gleaming teeth, especially the oddly tilted front one that didn’t stand in formation with the rest of her perfectly aligned chompers.

“What?” I asked, bemused.

“I really don’t want to drink again so soon,” she said soberly. Or, in an attempt at soberly.

I laughed. “I’d take you up on it, but I don’t know if I could unilaterally change the rules.”

“Oh for Chrissakes, Will. Just let her kiss you so we can move on and she doesn’t throw up,” Stu scoffed. No one else said anything.

I shrugged.

Tonya pushed up out of her seat, leaned over, then stopped. She looked düzce escort at me, and blushed. She looked down at her cup on the table. Then she planted her lips on mine softly and gave me a gentle, chaste, and quite delightful, though short kiss. Then she shrieked in embarrassment and sat back down.

Given what my life had become recently, I found the whole moment to be remarkably enchanting.

Then I missed my next shot.

Tonya missed too, as did Danielle and Yolanda. Stu hit and chose Yolanda.

She reached for the cup, but paused as she stifled a burp. She looked at Stu. “Same deal?” She asked, quite shyly.

Stu looked stunned, actually. He hesitated, and I thought he might actually chicken out.

“Okay, new full-time rule for the evening,” I interjected swiftly. “Anyone who is selected to consume may offer a kiss in place of doing so. If the person who just hit the cup agrees, they can avoid consuming.”

“If the person agrees?” Stu asked, momentarily distracted from Yolanda.

“I put that in so the next time I choose you, you won’t try to offer to kiss me,” I scoffed.

We all laughed, but then Danielle sternly coughed and said, “Get on with it!”

Yolanda smiled, turned, and leaned over to kiss Stu. It looked like they both meant to make it a quick peck on the lips, but could not quite manage to stop it at that… When they did break it off, they both looked away from each other.

Stu hit again and instantly chose me. I looked at him quellingly, and he just smiled, “I just wanted to make we were on the same page.”

I wanted to flip him off, but most people count that as pointing, so I just sipped my punishment.

When my turn came, I hit my first bounce and pumped my fist. “Inebriation time, Danielle,” I crowed.

She just looked at me, clasped her hands and mockingly begged. “New rule? You aren’t going to make me actually drink, are you?”

I smiled evilly. “I’ll gladly take the kiss for getting the quarter in the cup, but I do believe you just said The Word.”

“Shit!” wailed Danielle. “Four kisses then?” she asked hopefully.

“No way,” Stu interjected. “A kiss might be okay for somebody you pointed at, but The Word is a major infraction. No kiss for that!” His laying down of the law was met with general approval. This was a drinking game, after all.

Yolanda leaned over and poured a triple pour of Budweiser into Danielle’s cup.

Danielle looked at it glumly. Then she looked around, a sudden glint in her eye. “How about this instead?” she asked, and hiked up her shirt, letting her braless tits bounce into view.

That brought a fairly profound silence to the room. It continued as she worked her shirt back down into place.

Have I described Danielle Smith at all? No? She is strawberry blonde, with freckles and a button nose. She is average height, and carries about three whole extra pounds around her waist that barely matters visually with the way her hips flare so nicely. Oh. And she has Baby Bear tits, as in: They are, like Baby Bear’s porridge temperature, chair size, and bed softness, Just Right.

I had been vaguely aware for a while that Danielle had probably not been wearing a bra, just as I was very aware that Yolanda was certainly not. Yolanda’s dangling tits swept out under her knit Polo shirt like ski jumps in a shape only unencumbered tits of a certain size and flexibility make. Danielle’s were of similar size, but much firmer. When she pulled her loose concert teeshirt back down, hiding those lovely pink nipples away, they now make considerable tents on the front of the fabric, one almost comically making Taylor Swift’s silk-screened eye bug out.

“Another new rule: You may choose to flash the group as forfeit for saying The Word,” Stu intoned solemnly.

“Danielle!” Yolanda exclaimed exasperatedly, but smacking the back of Stu’s head for his contribution to what just happened.

“Seriously?” Tonya asked her, equally exasperatedly, but she hit me instead–just on general principles, I guess.

“What did I do?” I asked, bewildered.

“You looked.”

I stared at her, open mouthed. Then I closed my mouth and shrugged. “Fair cop. But you did too,” I grumbled.

I leaned forward to get my quarter to take my next turn. I held it in my finger tips, and just as I pretended to start to bounce it, I froze. Then I looked at Danielle, manfully managing to stare at her face and not at her now sadly re-concealed boobs. “I’m still waiting for my kiss… or for you to consume,” I said slyly.

“Busted!” Tonya chortled.

I expected her to take the beer, just to spite me, but instead I got an even better kiss than from Tonya.

This game was looking up.

As the turns went on around, the quarter came to Yolanda. This time, she screwed up her face in concentration and hit the cup again!

“Woo, Yolanda! You are suddenly the Quarters Queen!” hooted Tonya.

Yolanda just grinned and shot her elbow out at Stu again.

He threw up his hands in mock horror. “Again?” He laughed. Then he looked at her, “So, I expect you want a kiss…”

Yolanda obviously very much did, but she turned her head haughtily away and said, “Whatever, it is the victims choice. You can kiss or you can drink.”

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Thanks for all the wonderful feedback on the last story….the second part of the story has to deal with stretching the limits of my fantasies….

Not too long after the night in town, (last story) I started to ask (beg really) for a continuation of the last night on the town. My requests had mixed results, with every maybe only rising my expectations….and hopes!

We had a pool in our back yard in New Orleans, which we frequently enjoyed. Prior to our night in town I would have never thought my dreams of her swimming naked out back would come true. How wrong I was in this belief.

It started one hot day in the summer when the kids were taking a nap, and we were extremely hot and ready for a break. We decided to go for a swim in the pool, along with a couple of cold adult beverages. After initially cooling off under the water, we each climbed on board a raft. I always get hot looking at Jan in a swimsuit, and decided to tell her so. Jan is hotter than ever after having our kids…about 5 foot tall, 120 lbs., dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful rack around 34C. I never considered myself anything special, but have always said I am not much bigger around than a beer can, but that I sure am long….

In any case we were floating around the pool at around 1 in the afternoon, both with out suits on. I was feeling a little horny watching her in her swimsuit, so I paddled my float over to hers. Not being in a bashful mood, I went for the direct approach: “You look very sexy in your suit today, and I especially like your hard nipples” I told her. She thanked me for the complement. I told her “How about a flash?” Her reply was “how can I do that in our own back yard, the neighbors may see”. I paddled my raft over to hers and tried to play it cool. I started out playing my hand on bitlis escort her leg, holding our rafts together. I made some small talk about how hot she made me, as I slowly rubbed her leg. My roaming hands were quickly moving up and down her body, without too much protest.

I told her how hot she was making me, and asked to see her tits. She was quiet for some time, but obviously thinking about it. She finally said “What is in it for me? There may be some neighbors watching us!”

My reply was that the potential observers made it all that much better, and the thought of them seeing her topless made me hard just thinking about it.

Her response was “show me your hard cock, and I will pull my hard nipples for you”. I had my suit off in about 3 seconds, with my cock pointing at the sun. About 10 seconds later she had her top off, squeezing her hard thick nipples, while I stroked my hard cock for her.

In the meantime while I had been enticing Jan to get naked, I had been listening to what sounded like a low key party the neighbors had going on. A 6-foot stockade fence separated us, but the yards are not too big, so it seemed like they were close. In hindsight maybe that was the reason Jan was hesitant to begin with…..silly me. The thought of these folks being so close, and seeing some us in some action (or so I hoped) added to the excitement of the moment.

Back to the action. Jan had the top of her swimsuit off. She has long thick nipples that I love to suck on. They are about ¾ inch long, and ½ and inch. After some coaching on my part she rolls them between her thumb and finger until they get good and hard. Then she pulls both nipples for me, stretching her nipples to at least two inches long, while moaning from the started to worry that some would bolu escort see us fooling around (and naked). I managed to convince her that no one would see through the fence. In the meantime I was hoping that someone was watching through the fence, enjoying my wife’s body as much as I was.

After what seemed like quite a while of mutual self-stimulation, I rolled off of my raft and swam over to Jan’s. I swam up between her legs and started to rub her pussy. She seemed quite wet, and not from the pool. This was confirmed when I pulled her suit aside and stuck three fingers into her wet slit. Her juices ran over my fingers as I stroked her cunt. I pulled my fingers out and tasted them, and confirmed it was not the pool. I then told her I wanted to taste her hot box, and mentioned that she may want to keep her voice down in consideration of the party next door. She quickly wrapped her legs around my head, as I sucked her hot pussy. While I ate out her hot cunt, she pulled on her hard nipples. Shortly thereafter (seemed like seconds to me, but was probably two or three minutes), she started to scream “Eat my HOT WET PUSSY”. I was only too glad to oblige!

In the meantime, with all Jan’s screaming going on, I started to look around the yard to see if anyone from the neighbors’ party was watching. It turned out that we had captured the attention of some of the folk’s next store. I looked over Jan’s hot pussy to see three sets of eyes peering over the fence – 2 men and 1 women. “Pull your nipples harder Jan” was my immediate verbal response, along with the physical response from my already hard cock.

I managed to suck Jan off to an orgasm, while her screaming seemed to be echoing through the neighborhood. She loved every second of it, and so too did our silent guests burdur escort from over the fence. All the while she was screaming for me to eat her hot box, the eyes in visible heads through the wall just stayed where they started.

After getting her off – I brought my throbbing cock up to her lips. This proved difficult, but once I was in place did offer me the perfect view over into the neighbor’s yard. There were five sets of eyes peering at us at that point. The view of Jan sucking my hard cock in and out of her mouth, along with the audience we had accumulated, only made my cock harder.

After her sucking me off for a while, during which I pulled on her hard thick nipples, I managed to climb on board her raft. I slid my hard cock into her wet but still tight pussy, after some initial frustration. She had hung her legs over the side of the float, which made entry difficult, but all the while made her pussy tight for fucking.

I started to build a rhythm to my stroke, and she started to scream. I was watching the crowd through/over the fence, while she was screaming for my cock – “Fuck Me!” she yelled – “give me all of that hard cock – fill my wet pussy with your cum. I was yelling too… “squeeze my big cock with your hot, wet, tight pussy”, and to “milk the cum from my balls with your hot cunt”. We bobbed in the pool, on the raft, for what seemed forever. I finally screamed for her to stretch her nipples. She must have pulled them four inches from her chest, while screaming in pain, ecstasy, begging for me to come.

I’m cumming! I started to yell!

At which point I started to fill her quivering trim with my hot load of cum. My load made her tight hot wet pussy convulse around my cock as I filled her with my jiz.

God I loved every minute of it

In the meantime – I looked up to the peanut gallery of neighbors. It had expanded up to 10 or twelve folks ,…I loved seeing there eyeballs peering at us in the afterglow. After a period of self-appreciation, they quickly disappeared.

You have got to love public fucking

More later..

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CHAPTER 12: THE OFFICE CHANGE

Months passed and there were even fewer employees who fit under the dress code to be mostly naked. Sex was still an active part of the day but there was a subtle shift as people moved into offices, the break room, and even into the locker room by the elevators. With the change in blatant nudity evident, people were shifting from blatant sexual acts. I, however, continued with my preference of nudity in the office and willingness for being fucked or giving blowjobs anywhere and everywhere. I loved it. I loved everything about the overt exhibitionism the office allowed me. It seemed I couldn’t get enough of it and I was fucked several times a day at work, blowing or eating several others, and enjoying the sexual attention of Mr. and Mrs. C at night in our casually sexual life.

All that seemed to threatened to crash to a stop.

“Sir? Is something wrong?” I entered his office unannounced as was my practice. He turned from the window he stood before, allowed his eyes to slowly, appreciatively, moved down and up my body, and gave me a smile that lacked his usual. I was dressed. Well, as dressed as I might be in the office: white heels, sheer white stockings, garter belt, and a string of costume pearls hanging between my large breasts. It was one of his favorites, drawing attention with white to all the ‘best parts of a woman’ as he liked to tease me. And, given my joy of using all those parts for the delight of others, I took no offense to the tease.

He put his arms out and I knew something was indeed wrong. I stepped into his arms at the window and into his embrace. A hand slid down my bare back to my butt. As I pressed my hips into his, though, I did not find the hardening of his massive cock. Something was quite wrong.

He parted his body from mine enough to look me in the eyes and to allow his hand to go to a breast. The act seemed to happen without thought or intention. His hand touched me as he did whenever my body came close to him but there was no sexual hint to the act this time. Something quite wrong, indeed.

“We’re being sued… I’m being sued.” He moved to his desk and plopped down into the chair. I watched in something of shock. This man had control of everything. I had never seen him like this before. I took one of the guest chairs in front of his desk and slowly opened and crossed my legs as I often did to tease him. He seemed to be looking at my face but his focus seemed to be on something a long way beyond me. I had never failed to draw his eyes to my shaved pussy before.

I mentally ran through the risky projects I was aware of and he saw my mind working. “No… not project… internal… within the office.” I looked back at him in confusion and stunned amazement.

“Sir… sexual harassment? We all knew what this office was. We all agreed to it without intimidation. We could always leave or take a transfer. Sir… we all signed a contract AND a nondisclosure. Sir…” My thoughts shifted. Then, awareness. “Candace?” He nodded.

She had been acting differently of late. She had been in the office long enough to be fully dressed. I had seen her go off with men to the break room. I knew she was still sexually active. It didn’t make any sense. What could be her basis for suit? Couldn’t she be sued in return for breaking the NDA?

“It’s a gamble for her but she doesn’t need a sound basis. She’s gambling I won’t want what we’ve been doing in this office to go public. She’s gambling the Board and the public would predictably respond with outrage. She’s right. If I fight it, everything comes out in court. Even if the court finds her without cause. If I sue her, the same thing happens. She knows I am stuck. She also knows my bigger concern might be the people out there who will be exposed as being part of it.”

I sighed. “She’s right about that, too. That would be your greatest concern… the people who followed you into this with trust.” He nodded. He asked me to call a meeting of all his staff for a time as quickly as possible given the schedules. Human Resources, Dan, would be critical.

I stood next to Mr. C as his staff entered the conference room and took their seats. Most of them bypassed the look on Mr. C’s face and initially focused on my exposed body, a regular sight but one not ignored. I was, of course, the only one naked. This time, though, that fact was not stimulating to me.

Mr. C didn’t waste time. He explained the situation and the obvious ramifications. The group was stunned but quickly responded with calls for immediate legal retaliation. Calmer consideration took over as the implications of action sank in. Finally, Mr. Peterson offered, “We negotiate. We find some common ground for keeping this quiet.”

Dan, HR, added, “We invite them in for a meeting. We immediately change our policies. No requirements for nudity, partial undress, sexual activity. We make the immediate change and bring them in. If her gripe is truly harassment, show her legal team it wasn’t our balıkesir escort intention.”

Ms. Benson blurted, “She can’t work here.”

Mr. C leaned back. “I’ll setup a meeting here… without our lawyers. We’ll try talking this out, first. We won’t fire her, though. That would send a message of retaliation. Suggest she take some time off from the office… with pay. Suggest it is for her own good… make it sound temporary.”

Within the hour, anyone in partial dress was fully dressed. There was a lot of grumbling as the day wore on and there was no sex. Mr. C’s experiment seemed to have been true. Sex among co-workers was an ideal tension reliever and the attitude of the office reflected the lack of having it.

I walked into Mr. C’s office to confirm the meeting with Candace’s lawyer. He looked up and leaned back. “I thought there wasn’t to be any nudity.”

I smiled and gave him a bit of a bounce to jiggle my breasts. “The new policy eliminates the REQUIREMENT for nudity or partial nudity. It says we should dress as appropriate.” I held out my arms, “This is how I choose.” He chuckled.

“You know I’m not complaining but when they come in for the meeting you have to be dressed.”

I gave him a pout, “Oh pooh…” He chuckled, again.

When Candace strutted into the open office area with her lawyer alongside her, she received immediate and unveil looks of scorn from her former co-workers. The lawyer was a man no taller than she, more than a bit overweight, balding, and wearing a poorly tailored suit. Not impressive. Maybe he was better than he looked… some people were. Maybe his fee was all she was willing to gamble with. They were right on time as they strode down the center of the room for the conference room where Mr. C appeared. I watched from my desk as they shook hands. His face reflected the hurt when he greeted Candace.

I waited as planned. This was intended to be an introduction for all to be familiar with the situation. Mr. C’s lawyers didn’t like it. They were worried about giving too much information that could be used or explained. Mr. C had respected Candace… disappointed now but he didn’t want to hurt her. Everything I learn about Mr. C brings more to appreciate and respect and love.

My interoffice phone buzzed. I answered and stood, taking the prepared files off my desk. When I entered the conference room, closing the door behind me, the lawyer gave a double take when he saw me, then continued to stare. Candace grew angry by the reaction and blurted out, “There’s the slut.”

I stopped next to Mr. C and bent over at the waist to place the files in front of him. I was careful to be positioned so I directly faced the lawyer. As I was bent over, I felt my unencumbered breasts hang and swing. I was dressed as requested but dressed specifically for this meeting. I wore the shortest pleated skirt I had without panties. On top I wore a blouse tucked into the skirt but completely unbuttoned. Thigh high stockings that weren’t covered by the skirt and heels completed the outfit. When I stood upright, my large breasts had parted the blouse and were in full view. I looked at the lawyer who couldn’t take his eyes from my exposure and replied to Candace while looking at the lawyer.

“Yes…” I chuckled, “I guess I probably am a slut. I make no pretense or apology for liking sex and being an exhibitionist. Though I would have liked my jobs here, anyway, the policies Candace is referencing made the office perfect for me.” I walked to the lawyer with one of the files and bent over alongside him, one breast swinging out and grazing his cheek. I could see the tension in him to resist turning his face into my breast flesh. In that moment, I knew what I would recommend to Mr. C. I stood and resumed my position next to Mr. C. “But everyone here is a slut in some form. Everyone here came into the office to experience freely given and received sex without complications or connections. Sex is used around here like some places use exercise breaks or meditation rooms. Yes, there were requirements because to be here meant everyone would participate. AND…” looking directly at Candace, “… everyone freely and eagerly participates.”

The lawyer stuttered and I smiled as I looked down, then apologized and pulled the blouse over my breasts. “Sorry, I do sooooo enjoy the feeling of braless.” Mr. C’s hand stroked my leg behind the cover of the tabletop. That was the signal not to push too hard or too far.

The next meeting was set a week later. This time, though, it was arranged for the meeting to be with only her lawyer and Mr. C., expressed as another attempt to possibly negotiate an equitable solution for everyone. When the lawyer stepped from the elevator, he was greeted by Marie who volunteered for the role. She was dressed impeccably, quite a contrast to the bra and panties she still had enjoyed wearing (not being quite the blatant exhibitionist I was). She led the man to Mr. C’s office and bartın escort closed the door quickly behind him. He had stopped in his tracks upon entering and the closing door nearly hit him.

“Thank you for agreeing to come. Mr. Cornell was called away on some urgent family matter. Nothing else would have kept him from this meeting.” I had convinced Mrs. C that, after weeks of experimentation alongside me, it was time for her to show her husband just how much she loved everything we had been doing. That translated into a full day of the two of them fucking and loving We all felt that qualified as an ‘urgent family matter’. Knowing Mrs. C, I had no doubt of her success and the eventual fucking during the day in various other rooms of the house.

What caused him to stop, though, wasn’t just my sitting behind Mr. C’s desk. I stood from the desk and walked around the side to greet him. I was naked. Nearly so, anyway. I wore another white outfit of heels, thigh-high stockings, and lace choker around my neck.

“You… you’re… you’re naked,” he stuttered out.

“Yes, sir.” I held out my arms for effect, “This is the way I enjoy being dressed for Mr. Cornell in the office. He enjoys it, too. I hoped you wouldn’t mind and would appreciate the experience of what this office environment really was.” I extended a hand to the couch as I moved to a chair opposite it across the small coffee table. He sat as I did. I gave him the same move Mr. C enjoyed: a slow and deliberate opening and crossing of my legs that fully exposed my shave pussy for a long enough look to appreciate. His eyes were riveted on that spot until it disappeared, then nervously looked up to find me smiling. “It’s okay, sir. There isn’t harassment here. When a woman exposes herself in open nudity or… what I just did… it is merely part of what we are. When a man exposes himself with a hard cock, it is validation of mutual desire. Everyone here has the same interest, the same openness, to sex and the body.”

He cleared his throat several times. “Well, clearly… uhmmm… clearly not everyone… surely not everyone feels the same…”

I stood, again opening my legs for a peek, and retrieved a file folder from the desk. The folder was an inch and a half thick. I measured. I brought the file to him and bent to offer it to him. He fumbled it as my breast hung and swung in front of his eyes.

I retook my seat. “I know, sir, you’ve taken the responsibility to represent her interests in this suit. I have been made aware by attorneys that you may not even care about the validity of the suit… you represent her regardless.” His eyes met mine and I could see I had hit the mark. Gerald Olsen. Our research indicated he was a modest lawyer doing modest legal affairs but his reputation was one of ethical representation and working hard for his clients. “That file, sir, contains voluntary statements from nearly everyone in the office who had contact with Candace. When I say ‘contact’, I obviously don’t mean work related but sexual contact.”

He opened the file and began skimming the sheets inside. Sheet after sheet and he began to take in more of what was presented on the sheets. He began looking up at me as he turned the sheets, his eyes frequently dropping to my breasts or body.

“Are they all like this?” He hadn’t penetrated half way through the file. “This isn’t what she said.”

“I’m sure,” I assured him.

“She said she felt trapped by the environment, forced by management and peer pressure, afraid of losing her job… this all suggests something different.”

“Yes, sir. Those sheets… testaments to Candace’s participation… tell how much these people found her not only involved in the activities but her openness and willingness. You may have noted the frequent references to her action generally being about her pleasure. She rarely merely gave head to a guy or ate a woman’s pussy. Those acts would reflect someone interested in giving pleasure. She insisted on being pleasured.” He looked me in the eyes. “That, sir, is not the impulse of being forced or coerced.”

He dropped the file on the coffee table. “I don’t think I need to read more of these.” As he considered me, I could see his eyes traveling more freely, less embarrassed by looking. His eyes moved from my breasts to my face. He smiled, “So… this is negotiation? What are you suggesting?”

I uncrossed my legs and this time his eyes moved quickly to the V between them. I allowed him a good look. I rose and moved to the couch next to him. I took his left hand and moved it to my bare thigh as I placed my right hand on his clothed thigh.

“I imagine that about now you are fantasizing about what it would be like in your office.” He visibly tensed and I felt his leg tighten. He didn’t deny it so I pressed on. “Do you have a woman or women in your office?” He nodded. “Do you tell them how pretty they are or what you like about their body or how attractive or whatever they are?” I batman escort smiled. “Of course not. Many of those things could lead to what Candace is saying about our office, isn’t it? Of course it is. But, we have that freedom. Can you imagine what men here might say to me?” He shook his head but was clearly hoping I would tell him. “They like my large breasts. Not a surprise, huh? They like to see them swing and bounce. They comment on how wet my pussy always seems to be any time they touch it… which happens a lot. I like it. I like that men find me sexy and arousing. I like that I turn men on. I like to give pleasure and to receive it. People here do and is why they took the job. Just like me they like sex. Just like Candace.”

I opened my legs and slowly slid his hand up my thigh until it was almost touching my pussy. I looked into his eyes. “You think my pussy is wet now? I bet you’re wondering how it would be to work in an office with women who were like us.”

“This is part of the negotiation? Shouldn’t we negotiation something, first?”

I smiled and moved my hand higher up his legs to his crotch and felt his hardness inside his pants. “Think of this as our ‘understanding each other’ phase. I trust you to work with me.”

His fingers were shaking as they moved inches closer to my pussy. I shifted slightly and contact was made. His fingers twitched but remained. I leaned into him to kiss his cheek and whisper, “So… what did you find?”

“You… you are… wet…”

I kissed him on the lips. “That’s because I am turned on. This is very erotic, don’t you think? You’re the lawyer of someone who wants to sue us and I am naked with you in our offices. There are people working just outside that door. People who might here us if…” I stroked his hardness. It wasn’t large but it was hard. “It feels like we shouldn’t do this but… but I want to. I want to do it with you… to show you what all this is like. You might understand us better, then. Do you think that might happen?”

He nodded numbly. I put his other hand on my breast and it squeezed the flesh on contact. For a moment I let him play with me, his fingers along my pussy and his hand fondling my breast. I kissed him, again. Then, with our lips touching, “I want to suck you. Can I suck your cock? I want to feel it in my mouth, on my tongue.” He nodded.

He seemed a bit dazed as I slid from his hands to kneel before him. I worked his belt and zipper, tugging his pants from under his butt to expose his average sized cock. I took it in my hand and smiled up at him. I licked up the underside as my eyes kept contact with his. Then I shifted, turning my attention to take his cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked the head before taking it deep into my mouth. I heard him gasp and moan as my mouth worked down and up over his cock. I felt him tense and his cock pulse. I quickly pulled my mouth off while keeping a hand slowly moving up and down over it. I licked my lips.

“Mmmmm… I like this but… but what would you like? What would you really like?” He looked shell-shocked. This was a proper, ethical man. No way was he going to blurt out his desire to a naked woman like me when harassment was the word of our meeting. “Mmmmmm… I could keep doing this until you give me your cum. Or… you could have may pussy… or ass?” His eyes opened wide at the suggestion of my ass. I gave him a smile and took his cock back into my mouth and fucked it down and up several times. “You seem like quite a proper man… straight-laced experiences.” He was holding his breath, allowing it leak out of his lungs before gulping a great volume back in. “No woman has ever given you her ass, have they?” He shook his head, his eyes wide in shock, disbelief, or anticipation.

I kissed the head of his cock, stood, bent over to allow my breast to hang for his view while reaching for his hands to pull him from the couch. His slacks slid down his legs to his feet. I slipped his jacket off his shoulders and arms, his tie loosened and off, unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his undershirt over his head. He had a pot belly and his muscles were soft but his body showed the remains of what must have been a much more athletic person. I kissed him on the lips, my tongue sliding over his lips, my breasts and erect nipples squashed against his chest. He moaned into my mouth as my hand snaked between us and I gave it several more strokes.

I helped him out of his shoes and pants and underwear pooled at his feet. I led him closer to the desk, then moved around the desk to open the side drawer for the ever-present tube of lubrication. I moved around to his side of the desk and handed him the tube.

“Cover your cock, then around the outside of my asshole… and push some inside.” His mouth fell open and he gazed at the tube in his hand. The poor man couldn’t believe what was happening to him. His mind had to be a swirl of conflict. He had come here to discuss a harassment suit. He found himself with a busty, naked woman. He had his cock sucked hard. Now… now he was about to fuck her ass? But this was real. She was in front of him leaning over her boss’s desk with her hands spreading her ass cheeks. He’d only ever heard about fucking ass… how tight it was… how much more stimulating it was. Could he not do it?

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That Friday was hot, and we worked hard in the garden getting things done and tidied up. Nicole was as much a help as she was a distraction. She decided her attire for the day would be a loose button up shirt that was missing a few top buttons and a short skirt that came just below her butt cheeks and that was it, no bra and no panties. Of course, this meant every time she bent over I got a view of either her pussy or her breasts, and it was driving me crazy.

“If you stop staring and get some work done, you might have time to play.”

That was all the motivation Nicole needed to provide for me. I worked hard, and just after 4 p.m., we were done. The last half hour had been torture, Nicole had found any and every excuse to flash me and I was so hard, and no matter how I adjusted my cock in my pants it was uncomfortable.

As we were putting the last of the tools away I knocked a small container of seeds onto the floor. Without even thinking, or perhaps thinking she could flash me a bit more, Nicole bent at the waist to pick them up. I had hoped she would bend this way and as soon as I knocked the container down, I had my hand in my pants fishing my cock out. As soon as Nicole bent over, I grabbed her hip with one hand and with the other hand on my cock, I began rubbing it up and down her pussy lips. Very quickly it became coated in her juices and I pushed forward, sliding into her tight and wet pussy. There was nothing nice about this one it was pure animalistic fucking. All I wanted was to pound her pussy till I got my release.

Nicole however, wanted to play the game a bit more and as my grip relaxed on her hips slightly she dropped to the floor, releasing my cock from its warm pleasurable home. She then maneuvered around me and ran out the door across the yard. I gave chase and caught her just as she got to the pool, unfortunately as I grabbed her, my momentum took us both into the pool. We surfaced coughing and spluttering but smiling at each other. I grabbed Nicole and pulled her to me, lifting her up and onto my cock. Fucking in the pool is ok, but the water does cause a lot of restriction and slows down movement. We quickly got out of the pool and continued playing chase, finally catching Nicole just as she went into the house.

There it was that wonderful kitchen table that we had used days earlier. I moved Nicole over to the table and bent her over, grabbing her hips. I lined up my cock and began pounding her again. I was being greedy, and this one was more about me than anything else. I needed to cum, and that’s all that mattered. As I pounded away I felt Nicole’s body twist a bit, and then I felt her finger tips grazing against my cock as she began to play with her clit. Well, that really did it, both of us exploded in an amazing release of sexual frustration.

I pulled my cock out and staggered back to lean against the counter. Nicole looked up at the clock and then began to freak out.

“You have to get going, NOW. I have a friend coming over soon, we are going out tonight and I need to get cleaned up.”

Nicole stripped off her wet clothes and threw them towards the door and disappeared in the direction of her bedroom. I grabbed a towel and quickly mopped up the large puddle on the floor and table before leaving.

Nicole sent me a text during the evening

Italic I have had great fun the past few days but just remember I am a happily married woman and this is to be our little secret. Nathan is due home tomorrow, and the kids come back on Sunday.

I sat in my room, reliving the wonderful week I have had and rewatching the secret video I made of Nicole masturbating and fucking herself with her toys.

We had a Saturday morning training for hockey, and when we had finished, I looked at my cellphone to see I had a text from Nicole.

Italic I’m picking up Nathan at 11:20 and I hope he is as horny as I am. When we get home you might get a reward for all your help, Enjoy:P

It was 11:45 already, so I quickly made my way home and up to my room and set up my camera looking into their bedroom.

Sometime after 1, I noticed that they were home and I raced up to my room to spy on my hot MILF next door. It took nearly 30 min before two naked bodies landed on the bed, so I am guessing they started their foreplay somewhere else. I quickly hit record on the camera and watched as Nicole and Nathan fucked. I could tell Nicole was trying to drag it out and enjoy herself a bit but it looked very much like Nathan just needed to blow his load and be done.

I got 1:48 of footage, not a lot but hey I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt; maybe they started elsewhere or he was so built up that it had to be a quick one now to take the edge off and he can put a better effort in later.

James and I went out drinking that night, so I never got to find out.

What I did get was a text from Nicole

Italic Nathan is going out with his mates to play golf tomorrow, I’m still extremely horny. If you keen I have an opening for you.

my reply took all of half a second

Italic bayburt escort count me in 🙂

This made my night and sure enough, at 8:00 in the morning I get a text

Italic Nathan is just about to leave, once he is gone PLEASE CUM.

who was I to deny a woman in need?

Italic OK i’ll cum in your back door

I set my camera up in my room and watched very carefully for Nathan’s car to leave. As soon as it did I was out the door, jumping over the back fence, and made my way through the house into Niocles bedroom.

Nicole had me naked and lying flat on my back in no time flat. She had my cock down her throat, giving me one of her amazing blowjobs that had me at full size in seconds. I managed to get her to spin around so that I could return the favor and eat her out at the same time. We had been going at it for a few minutes when we heard a car outside that sounded awfully close and then the front door opened. We both froze as Nathan called out.

“Hey babe, it’s just me, I forgot my wallet.”

Nicole looked panicked, me well I just did what any guy would do I grabbed my clothes and hid underneath the bed. Cliché, I know, but there was nowhere else to go at such short notice. I had barely hit the floor when Nathan walked into the room. I shuffled myself under the bed as quietly as I could.

“What’s going on darling? Why are you lying naked on the bed?”

“well honey I was super horny and you left for golf, so I thought I might masturbate to see if that solved the problem.”

Next thing I know I see Nathan’s pants hit the floor and I feel the bed moving above me.

“Come here then, I could spare a few minutes for my beautiful wife.”

I had to look back on the camera later to see what happened, but basically Nathan grabbed Nicole and pulled her so that her butt was on the edge of the bed and lifted her legs up onto his shoulders.

I lay there listening to the sounds of Nathan and Nicole fucking on the bed above me.

To his credit he actually took a bit more time today than he did yesterday. Finally I hear him groan out loud as he shoots his cum into Nicole’s pussy.

“Sorry darling, I have to get going. I am going to be late now, maybe tonight we can do this again.”

Nathan grabbed his wallet from the nightstand and bolted from the room. The next thing we hear is his car zooming off up the road.

I crawled out from under the bed to see Nicole laying by the edge of the bed, her hands still holding her knees back by her chest, legs up in the air and her red gaping pussy leaking a mixture of her juice and Nathan’s cum. I didn’t even think about it for a second, I stood up and slid my cock straight into Nicole’s cum filled pussy picking up where Nathan left off. Almost instantly, Nicole hit her first orgasm of the day, her pussy clamping down on my cock as the rhythmic spasms massaged my hard cock. Nicole’s face was absolutely glowing, her moaning was way louder than usual, and her hips were thrusting more than usual. She was absolutely enjoying herself this morning. Her pussy was so slick it’s like we had used too much lube. The squishy sounds as I pumped into her pussy remind me of the fact that Nathan has already dumped his load in here, and I’m going to give her another.

“You like the fact that i’m fucking you after your husband just dumped his load in your pussy?”

Nicole just lay there smiling as I continued to pump my cock into her. It didn’t take long till Nicole hit her second orgasm of the morning and started to wiggle back up the bed away from me so I allowed her to pull away. I lay down on the bed beside her, gently running my hand across her body. Nicole sat up looking at the creamy mess covering my cock. She reached out with a finger and scraped some of it up before sucking her finger clean.

Nicole sat there for a moment before getting up and straddling my cock.

Nicole sat straight up and began rocking her hips around as she rode me. I love when she rides me like this, as my cock goes so deep I can feel the tip rubbing against her cervix. Not to mention that I like playing with her beautiful breasts, and in this position they are just hanging there begging to be touched. I tried to sit up and suck on Nicole’s nipples, but it killed her ability to move so as I lay back down I pulled her down on top of me. Not only did this allow Nicole a bit more of a stroke up and down my cock, but it also put her beautiful large nipples right in my face, and who was I to deny them the pleasure they deserved. Well this really got Nicole going and the more I sucked, the harder she rode me to the point where she was actually struggling to maintain her rhythm, eventually resulting in a small orgasm rocking its way through her body. I pulled her in close to me and kissed her as she enjoyed her third orgasm of the morning.

Nicole got up and spun around so she was facing my feet before sliding my cock back into her pussy.

“I’ve seen this on porn films and always wanted to try it, How does it feel?”

“Well, bilecik escort it’s bending my cock a bit but it actually feels pretty good, so fuck away.”

Nicole began pumping herself up and down my cock and man did it feel good. She had to be careful, as several times she rocked just a bit far and my cock popped out causing us to have to reset the position. The view was great. I was watching Nicole’s arse moving up and down and I could see her pussy lips wrapped around my cock sliding up and down as she rode me. The beautiful shiny and creamy mess leaking from her pussy down my cock looked great, finally I could feel my own orgasm building, and I reached out to grab Nicole’s arse encouraging her to keep going. I could feel her pussy getting tighter and I knew she was getting close. I tried my best to hold on but it was no use. I shot my load deep into Nicole’s already cum filled pussy. Normally when I shoot Nicole stops, but she must have been really close herself as she just kept going.

“AHHHHH FUUUCCCKKKK, SOOOO GOOD…… ohhh ggooooddd…ohhhh no more,….. no more I can’t take it”

I had to force Nicole off me, my cock was far too sensitive for any more action. We both lay there, catching our breath and enjoying the afterglow. Nicole looked at me with a huge smile on her face

“That was amazing, I can’t believe I just had two guys fuck me one after the other, but shit look at the mess we made all over the bed.”

Nicole was right all the cum Nathan had deposited earlier had been leaking out during the course of our fucking and combined with our juices there were wet patches all over the place.

We quickly pulled the covers from the bed before we headed to the shower to clean up. I placed a large glob of body wash in my hand and began to rub it all over Nicole’s body paying particular attention to her breasts. Once she was all soaped up she began to rub her slippery body against me. It felt wonderful having her sliding up against me, so wonderful in fact that my cock was slowly starting to come back to life. Nicole wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to stroke it, quickly bringing it to full size. As she continued to stroke me I managed to get a couple of fingers down to her pussy and rubbed at it as best I could but the angle was not great.

I managed to spin Nicole around so I was behind her and this allowed my fingers much better access to her pussy. I continued to rub her clit as she reached back and stroked my cock. There was no urgency to our actions, we just sort of stood there enjoying the warm water spraying down on us as we masturbated each other. Finally Nicole took a step forward and bent over, pointing her beautiful arse at me.

“Come on stud, give it to me. good and hard, pound my pussy.”

That’s exactly what the next 2 minutes were. Once I got my cock into Nicole’s pussy I went full jackhammer mode, slamming into her as hard and fast as I could. The water was more hindrance than help as it splashed and sprayed everywhere, but the feeling of Nicole’s tight, warm pussy clamping around my cock indicated that I was doing something right. Nicole removed one of her hands from the wall and started to rub her clit as I pounded her from behind. I could feel Nicole’s fingers occasionally brush against my cock, sending little shivers of pleasure through my body. Nicole’s breathing got a bit more rapid before it stopped completely, only for her to scream her way through an intense orgasm seconds later.

“OOHHH FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKKK YEAH……..Oh god yeeeahhhhh, OOHHH Fuck cuming sooooooo fuuuccckkkeennn good.”

Nicole’s legs finally couldn’t hold her up any longer, and as she slowly sank to the floor my cock sprang free from her spasming pussy and began its own orgasm, spraying several ropes of cum over Nicole’s back.

Sunday afternoon, Nathan came over and knocked on my door.

“Listen, Nicole told me about everything you did the past week.”

Oh shit I thought, here we go he’s come to kill me for fucking his wife.

“I just want to say thank you, you were there when she needed it. It’s good to know there is someone who can step in and do the things I can’t while I’m away. Also I’m glad you didn’t just do what needed to be done and run away, you actually made sure she was satisfied and helped clean up the mess. It’s nice to know there is someone close she can rely on to look after her if i’m not there.”

“Happy to help out any way I can, tell Nicole if she needs me to do anything to just call.”

“That’s great, I’m glad you don’t mind filling in for me while I’m away.”

The next few months were back to normal, I managed to spy on Nicole and Nathan having adult fun a few times although I am sure they did it more than that. Life at home was going ok James now had a steady girlfriend so there was less going out drinking which helped my bank account. Steve and Mary were talking about heading overseas for an OE, and then there was work. Work was crazy busy but I had managed to produce some amazing bingöl escort results under pressure and even created a new program which simplified some of the reports we produce regularly. This had earned me a promotion and a nice pay raise, it also allowed me a bit more flexibility around my hours and I could work from home as well.

Nicole came over to see me one Tuesday evening.

“Hey it’s Nathan’s birthday on Friday and I’m taking him out to dinner. Would you be free to look after the boys after school? Mum will be by about 7 p.m. to pick them up and they are spending the weekend with her. Also we are having a party at our place on Saturday and I would love for you to be there.”

“Yeah, it should be fine.”

Then being the smart arse I am I thought I would add, “Is this like one of those cheesy porn film things where you pay the babysitter with your body?”

Nicole just laughed at me then pushed me inside and closed the door. Before I knew it she was on her knees, and my cock was in her mouth. Did I mention that Nicole was great at sucking cock, she had some amazing techniques, and man was she putting all of her best ones to use right now. I would be lucky if I lasted two minutes before Nicole had my legs shaking and cock exploding.

“Consider that a deposit for your services, now you have to help.”

The rest of the week was rather uneventful until Friday. Yep good old Murphy decided to stick his head up and cause trouble on the one day I didn’t want it. We had a deadline for a major client moved forward, normally that wouldn’t be much of an issue, we just adjust the workload and we get by. Only this deadline moved forward by 3 weeks and meant we had to have a massive chunk of work finished TODAY.

I had already informed and had approval to finish early and now my boss wanted me to stay. This was about to get messy and I knew I couldn’t cancel on Nicole especially after she had already paid her deposit.

I walked into my boss’s office at 2 p.m. and said “Sorry, but I have to leave now, I will be free again in a few hours and will work on this from home once i’m done, but I can’t move this appointment.”

She was not impressed and made sure I knew it.

“Why don’t you just buttfuck me with no lube then. How can you leave NOW! If this is not finished and ready for the presentation team to polish up tomorrow morning, then you will be……….Well lets just say your life will be hell and you will wish you didn’t work here.”

being the cheeky little fucker I am I thought I would push her buttons a bit more. “Do you want that buttfucking now or can I take a rain check?”

With that I quickly turned and exited before she had a chance to throw something at me

Friday with the boys went well and Nicole’s mum arrived about half an hour late but it was fine. We had great fun. I returned home and got buried in my work.

Just before midnight, I finally had everything sorted and ready to go when I noticed the lights come on in Nicole’s house.

I watched as Natrhan sat on the bed while Nicole slowly danced around the room teasing and removing items of clothing. Nicole kept looking at my window and I wondered if she was checking to make sure I was watching. I quickly walked across the room and flicked the light on and off, just enough of a flash to let her know but hopefully not enough to tip Nathan off. I resumed my position by the window, watching Nicole tease Nathan.

Finally down to her bra and panties she worked on getting Nathan undressed before she started to give him a blow job. As per usual it didn’t last long and he was pulling her up towards him. They made out on the bed for a few minutes before Nicole slipped her panties off and lowered herself down onto Nathan’s cock. As Nicole sank all the way to the base of Nathan’s cock she sat upright and removed her bra placing it over Nathan’s face. I just sat there stroking my cock wishing it was me laying there. Nicole made a show of riding Nathan, and I knew she was trying to perform for me while not giving it away to Nathan what was going on.

They changed positions a few times probably more with the intention of making Nathan last longer rather than the desire to change. I noticed that in most of the positions, Nicole was the one in control. Finally she moved onto her hands and knees and invited Nathan to get in behind her. Nathan was there in a flash and began to pound himself into Nicole for all he was worth, I am guessing she had brought him close a few times and now he was going to make sure he got his release. My fist was pumping my cock about as furiously as Nathan was pumping Nicole. Oh how I wished it was her I was pumping. I closed my eyes as I felt that tell tale feeling building, my body racing to its climax, eventually pumping a huge load into the towel I had grabbed just for this purpose. I opened my eyes to see the two lovers collapsed on the bed and slowly drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

It was 2:00 a.m. when I noticed the major flaw in our presentation: a serious data error that would make us look like complete idiots. I had no idea what made me look at the work again before bed but I was glad I did. I sent an email to my boss and hers as well. At 6:00 Saturday morning, I got a phone call from the company CEO requesting a meeting in the boardroom at 8:30.

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This story, I hope, stands alone. But it will make more sense – and be a more horny read – if you are familiar with Ch 1.

After no more than 10-15 mins we came to. I gloried in the fact I was lying, bollock naked, in a post-coital (or almost post-coital, as we hadn’t actually fucked) glow, next to the woman of so many of my masturbatory fantasies.

“Time to get cleaned up?” I suggested. “And get out for dinner.”

“Agreed,” she replied, “I’ve worked up quite an appetite. Let’s have a quick shower and get dressed and out.”

“When, I have to tell you,” she revealed, “I’m planning on wearing some of my sluttiest attire! There’s no kids or James to hold me back. No need for me to play the part of the dutiful, professional, wife/mother/pillar of the community. Tonight, the look I’m going for is “hooker chic”. Play your cards right and you may even get to cover me in more of your hot jizz later…”

I went to get my case from the separate room they’d placed me in (there was no way I was sleeping anywhere other than with Sarah) and came back to find her already in the shower. She was leaning back to wash her hair, which, if anything made her tits look even bigger. Water was cascading over her curves and she looked, once again, impossibly horny.

Reasoning that I’d probably never get this change again – and therefore wanting to make the most of every opportunity – I quickly stripped off and joined her under the jets.

Pulling her to me, my tongue, for the umpteenth time that day, was down her throat. Whilst my hands were mauling her tits and fingering her pussy. And she responded in kind, tweaking my nipples and manipulating my cock, which was, once again, rock hard.

Pulling away from me she looked deep into my eyes, “God, I love the way you can’t keep your hands off me. I’d love to come again. And taste your hot spunk. But let’s hold that thought. I want us both “on edge” all evening. And that means I want you feeling me up – in an entirely inappropriate fashion – whilst we are out. I fear if we come again it may just take that edge away.”

“Ok,” I reluctantly agreed, “I’d love to come now. But I do like the sound of the inappropriate groping in public!”

“Trust me,” she said, “when you see what I’m wearing – or not wearing – you’ll not be able to keep your hands off me. Get yourself dried and dressed, go and sit on the balcony and leave me to it. I’ll show you what I mean.”

30 mins later, as she came out onto the balcony, my stomach flipped.

She had on a white “bodycon” style dress. Absolutely hugging every inch of her magnificent body. It was cut very low at the front and left no doubt at all that those spectacular tits of her were braless. With her large, prominent, nipples visible through the fabric. It was also dangerously short. And it appeared she had no underwear on at all.

“Oh my god, you look sensational,” I told her. “Like a hooker, of course,” I laughed, “but so so beautiful.” And she really did.

She actually blushed. “Thank you, do you really think I’m beautiful?”

“I really really do,” I assured her. “It is a “slutty” look of course, but you look absolutely stunning. Breathtaking in fact.”

“Thank you so much, that’s really sweet of you,” she simpered, blushing again, shyly, almost innocently. Not an adverb I’d imagined I’d be using to describe her, given what I’d learnt so far today.

“That does my confidence a power of good.”

Looking back – and without coming over all psycho-analytical – I’ve wondered if her desire to be desired sprung from low self-esteem about her looks. Though I can’t imagine why she would ever think like that.

I knew enough about the importance of not messing up a woman’s hair and make-up to not go for a “full-frontal assault”. Instead, I moved her back into the room, in front of the full-length mirror. Standing behind her, I nuzzled the nape of her neck whilst reaching into the dress to fish out a tit and manipulate the nipple as we both watched in the mirror.

“I’ve honestly never seen – and certainly never felt, such magnificent tits. They are just perfect.”

I then reached under the dress to fondle her arse and access her pussy.

I was wrong, she did have underwear on. A tiny, gossamer like, thong. But it did nothing to prohibit access of my fingers to her – once more – dripping pussy.

Looking deep into each other’s eyes, albeit through the mirror, the lust we felt for each other was written all over our faces. In fact, I’d say she looked hornier then she had naked on the beach, earlier in the day.

Continuing to reign gentle kisses on her neck and her earlobes, I pulled on her nipple with one hand and jammed two fingers inside her. Which I alternated with frigging her engorged clit. She was, as she seemed to have been all day, soaking wet.

“Oh fuck, flick my clit, kiss my neck, grope my tits. You’re going to make me come again.”

But I stopped. And withdrew my fingers from her juicy cunt. And disentangled myself from ardahan escort her neck.

“Hold that thought,” I said, playing back what she’d said to me an hour or so earlier. “I want you “on edge” all evening, before I bring you off again. In fact, if I get you drunk enough and horny enough you may relent and let me fuck you.”

“You bastard,” she grimaced. “But that’s a good plan. Apart from the fucking! Now let’s get out. I want to show everyone else how slutty I am.”

As we walked through reception, every eye was on us. Or, to be accurate, on Sarah. Enough of the hotel staff and guests had seen us on his holiday to know that we’d been with other partners. So, as surprised as they were at her attire, they also looked on aghast at my hand drifting from the small of her back to occasional fondling of her arse.

“You’ll have got the impression,” I told Sarah, “that I’m obsessed with your tits. But your arse is pretty spectacular too. Encased in that tight sundress, it’s showcasing two almost perfect globes.”

“I’m really glad you like it,” she preened. “Feel free to add it to the parts of me you plan to inappropriately grope tonight.”

So, as we left the hotel and made the short walk into town, I spent a lot of time doing just that. As well as, occasionally, getting bolder and putting my arm round her shoulder reaching down and groping a tit and tweaking a nipple. Though taking care not to do this if we were near families with children.

We choose to eat in a bustling restaurant that we’d previously enjoyed. Securing a small corner table, we sat on two sides of the table, rather than facing each other. It was also near the bottom of the stairs to the roof terrace. Ordinarily, not a great table, but perfect for tonight.

It meant I could reach under the table and caress Sarah’s legs. And there was a regular stream of customers going up and down the stairs, whose eyes were constantly drawn to the vision in white before their eyes.

“I want to go and show off shortly in a bar or club, so let’s just have a main course,” suggested Sarah.

Neither of us were huge drinkers, but we shared a carafe of wine. Nowhere near enough to get us drunk, but just enough to remove any final inhibitions either of us may have had. Not that Sarah appeared to have any inhibitions at all.

As we waited for our meal to arrive, I progressed from caressing her leg to reaching under the hem of her skirt. Initially stroking her pussy over the gusset of her thong. And then, reaching under the thong and fingering her pussy. Which was, of course, dripping wet. Was it ever not, I wondered?

As I’d expected, Sarah did nothing to stop me. Instead she opened her legs wide to ensure I had the best possible access. And leaned in to whisper to me, “Frig my clit and jam your fingers up my juicy, slutty, cunt.”

I spent some time doing exactly that, before she reached under the table herself to replace my fingers with her own. Ensuring her own fingers were coated with her pussy juice, she raised one to my mouth, saying, “See how turned on I am, get a taste of my sweet pussy.”

I sucked her fingers in to my mouth, to savour the tangy taste. God, it was intoxicating.

Returning the favour, Sarah started rubbing my groin under the table. Unlike her pussy, my dick was not so easily accessible. But she managed to unzip me and reached into my boxers and gently stroked my rock-hard cock. Smearing the pre-ejaculate, that was oozing from me, around my glans, she scooped some onto her finger. Then, as she’d done to me, raising it to her mouth and provocatively sucking my juices from it.

“Mmm, almost nicer than the wine,” she decreed.

Finishing our meal, we swiftly paid the bill and headed out into the street. I was very keen to get back to the hotel and finish what we’d started earlier. But Sarah was having none of it.

“I haven’t had a chance to dress like this for years and years. You and I are off dancing and I’m going to strut my slutty stuff. You know how much it turns me on. And I can see – and feel – the effect it’s having on you.” As she, once again, grabbed my erect cock through my trousers.

We found the busiest bar/club in the resort, with a small dance floor, already almost full. As we queued at the bar, to get a drink in the semi-darkness, I stood behind Sarah. As we waited to get the barman’s attention, I was fondling her arse. As well as nibbling the back of her neck and an earlobe. Knowing now how much this turned her on.

I also snaked my hand under her dress and against the gusset of her thong. As I did this, she reached behind her back and rubbed my cock.

“You’re a dirty perve,” she whispered to me. “But don’t worry, I love it. Keep feeling me up and groping my tits and my juicy, slutty, cunt…”

As we got served, I removed my hand from her pussy and started groping her tits, as she’d just directed me. She did nothing at all to stop me. I was wondering if, short of being arrested, artvin escort there was anything she’d draw the line at?

Confirming that view, she grasped my hand and rubbed it against her tit, tweaking her own nipple. Much to the amusement of the middle-aged guy who served us. And the incredulity of the young couple to our side.

I took our drinks and found a table to put them on, right next to the dance floor, whilst Sarah went to the bathroom, “to freshen up.”

On her return, Sarah wrapped herself around me and started grinding against me.

“Feel me up again,” she purred into my ear.

I followed her direction, ensuring, for her benefit and others around us, that it was clear, as I wormed my hand under the hem of her dress, that I was fingering her pussy.

“Jeez,” I spluttered, “now you really do have nothing under your dress.”

“I took my thong off in the loo so you’d have unfettered access. And when I’m on the dance floor others will get to see my slutty gash!”

I laughed, and took her in my arms. Pulling my fingers out of her pussy I held her head in my hands and drew her in for a deep, passionate kiss. We made out like teenagers (or “necked” as we used to call it when we were teenagers), in full view of the crowded bar/club.

Finally breaking the kiss, I told Sarah, above the noise of the pounding music, “I love how horny and uninhibited you are. And I really do think you are also, jaw-droppingly gorgeous. It’s an intoxicating combination.”

“Thank you so much,” she responded, “I’ve got to tell you, you’re horny and uninhibited yourself. I LOVE the way you make me feel. You’ve turned me on so so much today.”

Now, in the dark of the club, it was my turn to blush.

“You’re a good looking guy, you’ve kept yourself in shape and you’ve been great company. I’ve also really appreciated how respectful you are. Despite my acting like a slut – and you treating me like one – you’ve never pushed my boundaries.”

“Well, apart from not agreeing to fuck me, I’m not sure you’ve got too many boundaries.” I laughed.

“We really can’t do that,” she insisted. “But tell me, I’m curious from our conversation this afternoon. Exactly how much do you like eating pussy? And having your cock sucked?”

“An awful, awful, lot,” I replied. “Sometimes even more than I like fucking. Though that maybe because I get so little chance to experience licking pussy, or especially having my cock sucked, these days,” I grinned.

“Well,” she purred, “if you let me carry on behaving like an absolute slut for an hour on the dance floor, how about we then go back to our room. And I let you have the experience that you’ve been so sadly deprived of? Because, actually, I’ve been thinking. And I don’t believe oral sex is really cheating.”

I was absolutely certain that Julie would not have agreed with that sentiment. In fact, I suspect very people would. But there was no way I was going to argue the point with Sarah. If she’d insisted the earth was flat I would have agreed with her, if i meant I got a blow job!

So we did exactly as Sarah had suggested. Kissing passionately, grinding and gyrating against each other, with our hands all over each other. In fact, in my case, hands in – as well as on – her.

“Keep feeling me up,” insisted Sarah regularly, as I held her close. “Grope my big tits, feel my arse, finger my wet pussy…”

As uninhibited as she’d suggested I was, I had conflicting emotions. I was impossibly turned on. And desperate to go back and engage in some sweaty, much missed, pussy licking. And be the recipient of a a blow job. Particularly as I was speculating – correctly as it turned out – that Sarah was pretty expert in this skill.

But I was also discovering I was considerably less of an exhibitionist than Sarah. In fact, there were a few times I was concerned we’d be ejected from the bar!

Thankfully we weren’t. And Sarah eventually took pity on me. “Right, let’s go, you and the situation have got me worked up into a frenzy. This pussy of mine needs the attention of that tongue of yours!”

When we got back to our room, I pinned her against the door, dived on to her neck and, for the umpteenth time that day, felt the hot, juicy splendor of her pussy. She was grinding against my hand and groaning, as I gently bit her neck and her earlobes.

“You horny fucker,” she gasped. “I’m on fire. You’ve got me so fucking turned on…”

I pulled the dress over her head, stripped off myself and flung her on the bed.

“Get down there,” she commanded, “and lick my hot, wet, juicy, cunt.”

I needed no further bidding. Though I wasn’t going to go straight in for the kill. Instead, I started on her upper thigh and began gently kissing and nibbling on the flesh, slowly working my way upwards.

She was arching her groin towards me and urging me on. “Oh fuck, yes. Get that tongue on my clit and those fingers in my cunt.”

But I was continuing to take my time. bodrum escort She’d kept me on edge all day (and to be fair, I’d done the same to her) and I knew how painful/frustrating that could be. But I also knew that it made the orgasm more powerful when it finally came.

I eventually relented and started to lick her pussy. But, initially, with only the lightest of touches. Barely grazing my tongue on her protruding pussy lips and, at this stage, still avoiding her clit.

It was, as I’d hoped, driving her wild.

“You bastard,” she almost screamed, “stop teasing me and get that beautiful tongue on my clit and jam those fingers in my cunt.”

I moved it up a notch. Drawing those meaty lips into my mouth and sucking them greedily. Whilst, at the same time, slowly inserting one finger into her hot pussy.

“Oh my fucking god,” she panted, “do you like my pussy lips? I love having them sucked like that.”

“Now please, please, lick my clit,” she begged.

I knew now the time for teasing was over. So I finally got to work on her clit, engorged and prominent as it was.

Initially just lightly lapping it with the flat of my tongue, then slowly picking up the pace.

Turning a woman on turns me on. And it was clear I was driving the woman of so many of my fantasies wild. She was thrashing about on the bed, throwing her head from side to side.

Pausing briefly I looked up at her, with my face coated in her pussy juices and said, “your cunt tastes like nectar, I love licking it. I’m going to give you a HUGE orgasm. Then, you can return the favour and swallow my hot spunk.”

“Shut up and keep licking,” she whimpered, dragging my head back down to her pussy.

I was still only applying gentle pressure to her clit. I had one finger in her pussy and she was roughly squeezing her tits and nipples. But I sensed, as her breathing quickened, that she was close to – and needed – an orgasm.

I applied more pressure and lapped more rapidly at her clit. She grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth into her soaking cunt.

She was almost incoherent, grunting, “fuck, fuck, aarrghhh, mmmmm, yes, yes…FUCK!!” As she exploded into orgasm.

I gave her a little time to come down from this, before, once more, applying pressure, albeit very gently, to her clit.

Once again, she was writhing about on the bed, screaming at me, “stop, stop, no, too much, no, don’t stop, fuck, fuck, arrghh, I’m coming…”

After a second wave of pleasure hit her she pushed me away, crying out, “Right, stop, you bastard, my pussy can’t take any more pleasure right now.”

She lay back, quivering with the after-effects of the seismic orgasms she’d just had.

“Come here and kiss me again,” she pleaded, pulling me up from between her legs. “I love tasting my own pussy juice after I’ve come. Fuck me, you are coated in it,” she laughed.

I took her in my arms and gently twirled my tongue in her mouth, allowing her to savour the taste of her own juices. She twitched periodically, still “coming down” from her orgasm.

I was desperate for relief myself. But I knew the drill. Immediately after she’d come, Sarah needed a little time to recover. But I also knew that a little patience now would be repaid in spades.

So I held her close, kissing her gently, with my hard dick pressed against her groin. As she regained a little of her composure she started to slowly grind herself against me.

“Fucking hell, you know your way around a pussy,” she gasped. Still a little breathless.

“Why, thank you,” I smiled, “sadly, I don’t get as much chance to practice my skills as I’d like. Julie only really lets me do it when she’s had a few drinks.”

“Jeez, what a waste, if I was her I’d have you permanently stationed between my legs.” Sarah sniggered.

We’d been lying side by side, but she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, with my dick – hard as ever – sandwiched between us.

She looked deep into my eyes, “that was fucking awesome,” she purred. “And thank you so much for helping me live out my slutty, exhibitionist, fantasies.”

“I couldn’t do that at home. And I probably wouldn’t want do that with James. I’m the mother of his kids, not the two bit whore I behaved like tonight.” she said with a throaty laugh.

“I understand completely,” I agreed. “Whilst I’d certainly like more blowjobs from Julie, I’m not sure I’d want her flashing her pussy at the world like you did tonight. But fuck me, I’m so, so, glad that you did.”

“Typical bloke, happy for women to behave like sluts. Just as long as you’re not married to one.” grinned Sarah.

“Guilty as charged,” I agreed. “And you’re a typical woman. Happy to behave like a slut, as long as long your husband never finds out!” I laughed.

Sarah punched me on the chest, saying, “You really are a cheeky sod. It’s a good job that mouth and tongue of yours has got skills other than making bitchy comments.”

But she continued to grind herself against my still hard cock.

“Speaking of blowjobs,” I reminded her, “I believe we had a deal…”

“Mmm, we certainly did,” she agreed. “Just give me a minute. As you know, after I’ve come like that I can’t bear direct pressure on my clit. But I love to feel pressure on the outside of my pussy.”

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