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FUCK BUDDYS MADE EASY

This story is a reminder how we got our fuck buddies. As you will soon read, it just happens by dressing to play. Our Black Friday game was over. But the day wasn’t over yet.

Dollie can’t remember some recent details so as she wrote the above story I helped her. She mostly forgot this last part since the butt fucking was still on her mind.

We picked up some food at a nearby fast food restaurant and drove to one of the small boat ramp parks to eat since Dollie wasn’t dressed decently. There were two cars in the parking lot but no one around. We sat at a picnic table, watched a few boaters on the river, as we ate.

Two old guys walked out from the little trail near us, stared and talked to us about Dollie’s boobs, complimenting how big and full they look. Always a good way to make friends with her.

The way Dollie was sitting and leaning over, her boobs were probably most of the way out. Of course this leaning over also makes titties look fatter.

It was a good thing aksaray escort we were sitting facing the river. Dollie let the men rub her titties a few minutes when they talked about how nice they looked. Of course they both made sure it was okay with me. That’s all they did, mostly rubbed her nipples and squeezed her titties gently.

This always turns her on. While we sat there talking, Dollie spread her legs to give them a good look. I knew they were looking at her pussy but they only talked about the tattoos on her tits. Maybe thirty minutes later one man left.

The old man still standing there started telling us how his wife hasn’t given him sex or even let him see her boobs in years. We were soon telling him the same story we’ve told hundreds of men before.

I told him we hear this same story over and over. It’s so sad that so many men don’t get to see a wife’s naked body or feel it. I told him that is why we love sharing Dollie’s tits with others for fun. He looked puzzled amasya escort and kept asking me if it’s really okay to feel my wife’s tits.

Dollie smiled and told the old guy “that’s why he makes me dress this way, we enjoy making other men happy.”

The old man began squeezing and fondling Dollie’s titties, pulling on them a lot more than they both had earlier. We both had finished our meal so we moved up from the bench to sit on the picnic table, making Dollie’s pussy easier to see and maybe feel. He got brave and mentioned it’s also been years since he’s seen or touched a pussy.

I’m sure Dollie’s pussy was spread apart with her legs now open. I told him to sit between her legs on the bench and feel it if he wants to. He just stood there asking if it’s okay to touch her pussy. This is not something a husband offers many strangers. It takes convincing. I told him, she loves it when men spread it wide and look closely inside the wet pink hole.

Making Dollie sound like a slut antalya escort and encouraging the old guy to play, I told him “It’s just been fresh fucked by two black guys so she won’t care.”

Like a good little slut Dollie remained quiet. I suppose he didn’t believe me. He asked Dollie if that was true.

She giggled and said “yes I’m his sex slut, you can use me.”

The old guy looked shocked but sat down beside Dollie. After rubbing her pussy awhile he stuck one or two fingers in and out for a short time. I’m not sure exactly what he said while staring and playing.

Something like “those guys sure got you nice and juicy.”

Dollie told him she’d cleaned it out since then. She said she was wet because he’s been staring at her boobs and pussy for so long. As we talked, the old man got braver and started asking if he can meet us someday to let him fuck her. Like many others, he said he can’t remember the last time his wife let him fuck her.

The sun was setting across the river behind the tree line. Before we could really answer, another vehicle pulled into the small gravel lot so we left and went home. The old guy may never see us again or know if he could have fucked Dollie.

That was our Black Friday. Now Dollie knows she’ll have to do this butt fucking again… and again.

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“Sonya,” Samantha said meekly. “I have a confession to make.” Marietta and Sonya turned to the almost naked shy woman.

“What is it?” Sonya asked. The women had now walked into Sonya’s apartment and closed the door. Samantha slowly began taking off her underwear. Once she was naked, Samantha spoke hands down not covering her body.

“Ever since I saw you, I can’t stop thinking about being naked. It was so hard for me to concentrate. All I wanted to do was take my clothes off and experience a little bit of your lifestyle. I’m just so scared of getting in trouble though. I don’t know how you do it. As soon as I got home, I took off all my clothes and stayed naked. I had never done that before and the feeling was liberating! I’ve never have been this horny before either. I have been playing in my pussy for hours thinking about being naked in public. I have never masturbated this much before in one day.”

Samantha continued. “You gave me the impression that you are an open person so I’m not going to lie that I can’t stop thinking about your naked body. You look incredible! Just when I thought I couldn’t cum anymore, I decided to open my blinds and show myself and those same feelings of arousal came back all on their own once again! I just couldn’t move away from the window. As luck would have it, you and Marietta came back and I was soo turned on seeing both of you naked like that in the parking lot! I even told my friends I could not meet with them today. What they didn’t know was that I didn’t want to put clothes on! I wanted to come out naked and greet you too, but I finally reached my limit and fear got a hold of me so I put on my best lingerie to come out and meet you! I was so nervous!”

Samantha had said everything so fast that Marietta and Sonya both had to process what they had just heard. This young woman had poured out her whole soul to these two butt naked strangers. She walked into a stranger’s apartment and stripped naked on top of that. Sonya and Marietta looked at the little woman up and down. She was barely five feet tall, pear shaped with small tits and red hair. She had vivid gray eyes and the most polite tiny voice. You would never think she would have it in her to do and confess to the things she had been doing since she met Sonya. One would assume in her own way Sonya and Samantha were not much different prior to their nudity liberation.

Marietta was beginning to wonder if Sonya was her own fetish and was starting her own naked cult. She smiled at the idea but she didn’t like the idea of competition. Sonya did confess her commitment to afyon escort Marietta but the relationship that they were making was too new for her to gauge completely. She didn’t want to come off as possessive or insecure to this newcomer. It took a lot of courage for Samantha to “come out” and confess her innermost taboo desires.

The silence persisted a little too long. Marietta made the first move. She walked over to Samantha and gave her a big warm hug. “Sonya has that affect on people Sam. In fact, one would say it’s expected that you can’t stop thinking about being naked after seeing her. Look at me, I went from her guardian to her slightly reluctant participant. Sonya’s desire to have no clothes in her life is addicting.”

Samantha trembled with excitement and awe happy to be accepted. Sonya stood there watching the two naked women interact with each other. However, it was hard to focus on them because Samantha had brought clothes into Sonya’s naked home. She had worked so hard to get rid of body coverings of any kind. She looked at Sonya’s clothes they way one would stare at a dog turd.

Marietta had noticed Sonya’s eyes were darting to the clothes on the floor. Trying to be polite, Sonya had chosen not to say anything just yet. She had worked so hard to get rid of all her clothes that it felt very ironic that clothing still wound up appearing in her sanctuary. Choosing to intercept for Sonya Marietta spoke again.

“Sam, I have one small request for you. I know it’s a super big step but there is something very important to Sonya you must do.”

“What’s that Marie?”

“You have to get rid of your clothes you dropped on her floor. Sonya has vowed to remove clothing from her life and even though she will not admit it right now, she is very bothered by the presence of your undergarments. While they are absolutely beautiful, it still is clothing. That is something Sonya cannot allow in her home. Can you please get rid of them?”

“How do I do that?” Sam said this meekly as her head bowed and to the floor. She felt bad because she had offended her new friends.

Sonya finally spoke spoke. “Sam, don’t be ashamed or embarrassed. Don’t feel bad at all. I’m the one that’s been fainting and bumping my head and changing. I know what I’m doing is very far from the norms of regular society so I wouldn’t expect you to know that is how I felt. We have practically lived side by side for years and know nothing about each other. Now here we both are exploring something new in life.”

A devilish grin appeared on Sonya’s aydın escort face. Marietta knew this smile all too well. “I know what you can do to make it up to me,” Sonya said with her sultry tone. Marietta knew where this was going. She could fell herself getting wet.

Looking forward to impressing her new idol, Samantha picked up her head with a twinkle in her eye. Shy and meek, she asked, “What is it?”

“Pick up your clothes, go back to your apartment and throw your lingerie in the trash. Come back here. I will be waiting. Also you have to do it while your hand is playing in your pussy. Marietta, can you stand outside and make sure she follows through with her request? I would do it myself, but I don’t want to risk seeing any more clothing today if I go into her apartment.” Sonya was really starting to enjoy telling people to do things while naked.

Samantha gasped in surprise. She could feel her body flush with arousal, but she didn’t know if she could follow through. Sensing hesitation, Sonya said. “Well you could always say no and go back to a boring life of wearing clothes. Your choice”

Samantha didn’t want to put clothes back on. She wanted to be like Sonya but she was so scared. Marietta didn’t want to shun a new nudie to she decided to move things along. Before Samantha could react, Marietta calmly opened the door and stepped out in the nude with the front door wide open.

“See Sam? It’s not that hard. Looks like you left your door unlocked I see your front door is open a little bit that should make things easier. It’s just a few feet. You can do it.”

Samantha took a long look at Marietta for the first time. She was thick in all the right places and had much larger jiggly tits compared to Sonya’s but she was also very visually attractive. Marietta had a round unassuming face that also wouldn’t lend itself to someone who was into a kink such as this but here she was naked for her best friend trying to encourage Samantha to do the same.

Overwhelmed by all the support, Samantha bent over, picked up her lingerie with one hand and put her other hand in she played in her pussy. Her first time naked outside will be while she’s watched by another naked woman while she goes outside playing in her pussy.

Samantha gasped as she felt the daytime air on her private parts. She instantly got wet knowing that at any moment someone could see her. Her heart was pounding her chest. Even though it was only a few yards, she still felt so exposed but also more aroused. Her hand playing in her pussy enhanced these sensations. ağrı escort She half ran back to her place. Marietta called out “Walk next time!”

Samantha slowed her pace a few moments before she got back to her apartment. Marietta padded after her slowly knowing the risk of being seen was only a few seconds. Sonya wanting to be exposed now that she was sure that all clothing was out of her sight also stepped back out in the open and stood super woman style with her legs spread letting the air caress her wet and aroused womanly folds. Testing herself, she wanted to see how aroused she could get just standing naked outside without touching herself. To no surprise, her body responded in kind to once being exposed to fresh air. Her lips swelled to almost twice their size and her nipples hardened to big brown eraser heads. She smiled at who she had become. Her pussy was starting to drip on the concrete walkway.

Meanwhile Samantha had arrived back to her place and walked to the nearest trash can. Obediently throwing away her lingerie. It was growing quite obvious that Sonya’s clothing free lifestyle was a step beyond what she had imagined. However she was unbearably aroused. She continued to play in her pussy. Unknown to Samantha, Sonya’s influence or should we say Sonya’s suddenly manifested sweet smelling scent was more than likely the cause. Sonya’s scent and juices already demonstrated an arousing affect on Marietta and the couple in the park. Samantha was now part of Sonya’s sphere of influence. Marietta stood and watched the naked woman gingerly parade around her apartment nude but she could also tell Samantha was nervous.

“Hey Sam? I know there is a lot to take in,” Marietta said, “But look at me, I was supposed to be Sonya’s guardian but apparently now I’m her partner in crime. Are you sure you want to go through with this, you look so nervous.”

Samantha replied quickly, “I’m fine. I want to do this. I just didn’t expect to do this so soon. It’s such a rush to be naked in front of strange women and then going outside and then throwing away my clothes. I..,” She stuttered, “I want to.., play with myself.. but I’m too ashamed to do it in front of someone.”

“Well, I can let Sonya know and we will wait for you to come back. You just have to come back naked or Sonya won’t let you in.” Samantha sighed in relief. It felt good to get that off her chest. Her eyes had been opened to a new world and her body was ready but her mind was still catching up. Marietta smiled warmly at Samantha. Her small voice, and tiny shapely frame and her shy innocence eclipsed the possible threat of this woman taking Sonya away from her. Letting her insecurities rest, she walked over and hugged the naked woman.

“Whenever you get nervous,” Marietta said “remember there are two other women like you living this lifestyle that are here to help you.”

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During the past two years, I have discovered my love of home nudity. It began casually, when I would take a shower and just enjoy air-drying in the bathroom and around the house. It was admittedly almost strictly sexual at that time. However, with each shower or clothing change at home, I realized how comfortable I felt in the buff. The wife thankfully didn’t mind, and even joins me on occasion. Of course, regardless of how comfy it feels, sometimes it is quite arousing. Which leads to a small adventure I had.

With the winter months safely behind on the calendar, I began to disrobe more frequently as the temperature climbed. Early May finally brought reprieve from the arctic air, and I decided to venture into the backyard nude. It had to be at night, because I do not have privacy-fencing in the backyard. Lucky for me the neighbors here in Suburbia bed early, and the backyard is reasonably dark. I’m afforded just enough ambient light to see myself and the general environment of the backyard. The first night the temperature hit and held at 70 degrees, I threw on a t-shirt, some shorts and flip flops, and headed for the backyard.

I took a cigarette with me to justify my trip. Once in the backyard, I felt the familiar pangs of nervousness swell up in my stomach. My hands trembled slightly as I pulled off my t-shirt and stepped out my flip flops. The grass was cool and and tickled my feet sweetly. The gentle breeze roamed my chest and caressed my nipples until they stiffened. It crept up my legs into the mesh basketball shorts I had on. Although it was nighttime and there was little chance rize escort anyone would have reason to enter my backyard, I was nervous about being caught. After a minute of excited doubt, I slid down my shorts and dropped them on my flip flops.

This was the first time I had been completely nude outside, and my cock quickly rose to attention. The breeze kicked up again and crossed the shaft and head this way and that. It hugged my balls and blew across my ass softly. I lit my cigarette and tried hard to ignore my arousal, because I simply wanted to enjoy this new and divine experience. I dabble in amateur astronomy, and decided to stargaze to take my mind off myself.

Looking up into the beautiful, clear night sky, I let my mind run wild as it always does when I stargaze. I thought about each star I was looking at; how far away it might be; how big it was and how long it had been burning in the night sky. I fancied the thought of someone or something light years away, doing the same thing I was doing and thinking as they saw the little white speck in the sky that was our sun. I smoked my cigarette, and before long I realized my cock was soft and sitting calmly on my balls.

I basked in the freedom and peace I was feeling. I felt…natural, if that makes sense. I felt close to the grass, the trees, the breeze, and the hundreds of stars crowding the canopy of night above my head. I knew then that I would be doing this more frequently, weather permitting. I decided to keep the experience fresh and prepared to head inside.

Just as I bent to sakarya escort snuff my smoke in the grass, a strong breeze picked up. It swept across my inner thighs, and rushed up and against my naked and exposed anus. It was a delicious and erotic sensation, and I gasped in surprise. I closed my eyes and held the position, exhaling as the wind caressed me back there. It was cool and urgent as it pressed into me. I reached back and lightly spread myself a little more, amazed at how exquisite and new this felt. My soft cock pulsed to life and my balls tightened a bit. Without thinking about it, I reached down and took myself in my hand and began to gently stroke. An urgent and thick bead of precum quickly spilled out of my pink cockhead, and the sensitivity because of the breeze was intense. I moaned and lowered myself to my knees. Spreading my knees apart, I let go of my cheeks and placed a palm on the ground. My other hand continued its sexy work between my legs. My cock throbbed and was fully erect in no time as more sticky precum gushed from the head.

I closed my eyes and bent forward a little more to expose myself to the elements. I was getting lost in a sea of sensations. The strong breeze enveloped my entire body like a silk stocking and cooed softly in my ears. The smell of sweet grass was stronger with every breath and was like a pillow under my knees and hand. The rustle of the trees and a few nighttime bugs were joined by the secret but audible slapping sounds of my balls between my thighs. Instinct took over and I stopped thinking; my hips samsun escort bucked forward and back as I greedily jerked the hard wet cock between my legs. My asshole began to contract and expand, and I felt sticky precum running through my fingers and roping its way onto my thighs.

Controlling the orgasm was impossible. I let out a long, throaty moan. A hot, white thick burst of cum shot out of my cock, followed by a second and third just as large. I lost count after that, keenly aware of several spurts that splattered my calves. A thick strand looped back up and clung to my pubic hair. My thighs spasmed and a series of small but urgent “uh uh uh” noises fell from my lips. I slowed my strokes as the last of my love dribbled from the tip of my slick cock. I kept my eyes closed, breathing heavily and savoring the moment. Rather than worry about cleaning up, I ran my hands around and over my groin and thighs, spreading my sweet juices. It was dirty and hot and sexy and beautiful all at once. Without intending to, my slick fingers ran up past my balls and between my cheeks. My tight pink hole contracted as the wetness of my orgasm slid over it. Finally I stopped, surprised at how raw and erotic I felt. It was liberating and I was at peace with myself, my body, and my sexuality.

At last I stood up and slipped my shorts back on. It was a sticky mess immediately inside them, but I was too satisfied to care. I put on my t-shirt and flip flops, then stole back into the house. I took a long and soothing lukewarm shower, evaluating the experience I just had. I knew I would try it again, and couldn’t wait to see how the next time would be.

Since then I’ve enjoyed quite a few nude trips into the backyard at night. More often than not they are not sexual, just for comfort and freedom. But sometimes, when the wind blows just right, I “commune” with myself and nature all the same.

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It is humid as hell. It’s a close suffocating heat that saps me of the strength to walk at a normal productive pace. I am wearing a short white t-shirt style dress. It doesn’t belong to me. It does not fit.

Halfway through the slow measured shuffle to the coffee shop, a three-and-a-half block voyage I make two times each day, I am caught in a sudden torrential downpour. From searing hot sun to sheets of sideways rain, as always, it comes with little warning. This is more than common – this brief, but violent late afternoon cleansing – throughout the month of June, here in South Miami. I know better than to wear white.

Soaked through as I round the corner of Tenth and West, the thin knit fabric clings to me. I hate the way it feels against my skin. I want to tear it off. I want to rip it from my body and hurl it into the street. Though I know they can all see right through it, I am impervious to the hungry sting of strange eyes penetrating the sopping garment. I am only grateful none can see my steady stream of tears through the heavy rain.

You love to tell the story of the time my pinstriped wraparound dress got caught in the seatbelt in the back of the taxi and I stepped right out of it as I exited the cab. How your eyes would dance at the mental image of me standing on the busy downtown street corner in only my bra and panties and shoes, having to bend back in through the car door – thong to the world – to retrieve my waylaid dress, while the frantic cabdriver stammered his shock and innocence.

I wish I knew how to put that light back in your eyes.

If you could see me now, I fear you might only see the tears – veiled though they are from the eyes of others. You might also note the dress, still unreturned, and judge me for that. Still, I cling to the hope you might instead see my beauty, if not my heart.

I wish you could see me now.

Forgetting to cool it first with my breath, the first sip of coffee burns my tongue. The pain is not enough to take my mind off the uncomfortable clutch of the wet dress. Overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness, I close my eyes against the sting of tears and rain. I call out to you from that nameless tokat escort spot inside myself – three inches above my bellybutton and three more inches in – from where, wordless, I imagine I can engage your spirit… regardless of the miles or troubles between us.

Come help me out of this clammy ill-fitting shroud and we’ll throw it into the street together. Ravish me here on the sidewalk in the rain, while the speeding cars mar it in muddy tire-tracks and shred it to useless rags.

I can feel you press my body against the front window of the coffee shop. The cold glass soothes my stinging flesh. I can smell your skin. I can taste the rain between our lips, the coffee on your tongue – hot and sweet. I feel your hands take hold of my thighs and lift me upward.

The heavy scent of green heat swells up as the parched grasses along the curb sate their greedy thirst. Inside, cool dry customers feast their eyes on us through the rain-streaked pane – some rapt in anticipation, some frozen in disbelief – all with overpriced complicated coffees in hand.

Your tongue plunges into my open mouth. I hear the excited squeal of wet glass as my naked ass slides tight against its wet surface, but we are both deaf to the split decision of outrage and delight from the staff and patrons inside.

If we could hear them, we would not care. Their presence is as insignificant – their judgment, as disposable – as that discarded dress. They see only our outsides anyway – these superficial cases we carry our true and secret beauty around in. They watch us from so far below this great and private plain, our entangled forms veiled in rainwater streamers to remind them they cannot really see us at all.

Why did we ever let them look? Why did we ever let them in?

Your shirt is open. My nipples harden against your rain-soaked chest. The heat of your body travels through me in strange shiver-like waves. I hear the soft familiar jingle of your belt buckle and my mouth fills in Pavlovian response.

I feel us disappearing into a place I’ve longed to return to. Together we fade in and out of mortal view, as we call upon the rain to bathe us. yozgat escort Wash us. Release and restore us. Your heartbeat pounds inside my breast again, and mine in yours. Returned. Reborn. Too high for them to reach, we are untouchable. Eye-to-eye, I can see inside your soul. We exchange a silent vow to be unbreakable once more.

Sometimes your eyes grow so dark – almost black – when we are face-to-face, as close as this. I am never certain if it happens because you cannot see at all or if it is, as I choose to believe, your soul looking back at me.

It has been so long since I’ve felt you really see me.

I feel your fingers open me for your slow sweet slide up into my waiting warmth. Together we smile, feel our bodies sigh in perfect unison at the welcome familiarity. My body swallows you with the natural ease of an intake of breath. There is undeniable comfort in how we fit – a peace between our outer shells, a balm for our weary souls.

To the naked eye, we are fucking – like animals without conscience, rutting in the street – but this cannot be a common thing. This cannot be just sex. It petrifies me with its persistent presence when so much else falls out of reach. It stuns me with its healing powers each and every time – even when one or both of us feels distant or disconnected – there are always flashes of complete and utter honesty, moments when nothing can touch us.

Yes, to the onlooker this is just a gratuitous display. We grope with violent and reckless abandon. It looks like lust. It reads in black and white. If these earthbound perceptions could penetrate the rain, the surface, the public façade –the raw and perhaps ugly exposure – would they even know what they were seeing?

Sweet grace and restoration, we soak each other in beyond their line of sight.

I don’t want to feel them. If I allow it, the weight of their eyes grows heavy on me. My chest tightens. I find it hard to breathe. I need to shut out the static. I need to hear you laugh.

Your fingers slide up inside me, next to your cock. They stretch me as your thumb slips across my clit. I cup your swollen rain-slick balls in my zonguldak escort right hand and tug them upward to join in the heat between us.

I breathe you in and out like air. You anoint yourself in me – baptize your core in my water.

Next to my shoulder, your hand slides against the window – your fingers spread and claw – smearing the glass with me. I see it. Sweet milky streams run down the pane. The heat rises. I can smell our sex. I am going to come. In perfect time, our breathing grows louder to acknowledge – slows to emphasize – the dizzy climb to our climax, while your eyes penetrate me deeper than your body ever could.

I think I can feel you seeing me, really seeing me.

The slick brick-red sidewalk reflects the shape of us back up at me. It is a shape I know. My heart filters out the strange silver ripples and distortion, the ghosts, until I see so clearly what we both know so well.

I hear the sweet sounds of orgasm weaving in and out of the driving rain. I cannot distinguish your voice from my own. I only know the sound is beautiful.

We come as one. There is no shame in being half of a whole.

My tears still flow, but they are different now. They’re of joy and laughter – release – they are my undying, unwavering, unbreakable love and you suck them from my face with a hunger that’s gone unfed for more years than you care to count. They trickle down your throat and fill you up. They seep into your flesh and heal your pain. They bleed into your eyes and restore your sight.

See me. Know me. Let yourself remember.

Our bodies melt together as the rain lets up just as quickly as it came. The sun seems to dry it in mid-air. For the first time, we hear the roar of passing traffic, the loud splash of gutter-spray from the busy street, and the excited hollers in witness to our naked spectacle emerging from car windows.

I feel your cock soften and slide from me. I hear a gentle quiet laughter in my ear. It is yours.

Sunlight flashes from your eyes, though I swear they’re lit from within, and – sighted for the first time in more years than I care to count – you see me.

You really see me.

There is a filthy wet rag in the gutter: trampled and all but forgotten. There is no need to retrieve it. Its whereabouts might enter your mind or mine – from time to time, in the years to come – but we will not dwell on its absence.

It does not belong with us. It does not fit.

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Author’s Note: This is really the continuation of Chapter 2, so it’s not actual CFNM. The next chapter will be more along the lines of real CFNM, though. Anyway, please read and enjoy this chapter. I almost named it “The Love Sonnet”, for reasons that are obvious.

I had spent years trying to wish, pray and secretly manipulate my way into Sharron’s heart. In my mind, I had made tender love to her over and over again. I had smothered her dainty breasts with caresses and light gentle kisses as she moaned in delight. I had suckled her nipples, raising each one to a state of excitement that left her panting for more. I had kissed my way into the juncture of her thighs where I licked and nibbled the soft folds of her labia, slipping my fingers and tongue into her pussy in search of her g-spot. I had made her cum hundreds of times, leaving her claw marks on the ceiling every time she exploded to new heights due to my ministrations. I had coveted the image of her beauty and lusted for her in a way no other woman could be worthy of.

When I think of the ways my life curled around her very existence, and the things I had done to try to get her to recognize me as the man for her, it proved to be the greatest unsuccessful task of my life. “Gawd,” I thought, “what did I do wrong?” All those efforts had failed miserably. My heart was still suffering from the thought that she would never feel the length, breadth and capacity of my love. Even if I could fully express to her how I felt, I didn’t think she would ever be able to understand it. Simply stated, no one could ever love her more than I could, and no one would make her feel as special as I could. Alas, my heart would never experience the contentment of Sharron knowing how much I loved her.

I was teetering back and forth with my feelings; dealing with the pain of losing her and then filled to the brim with excitement to be lying naked on her bed with her on top of me. I have never been a person who was interested in the ‘zipless fuck’. Hell, if I just wanted to cum, I could always jack off….. that was a quick and simple solution to relieve my straining erections. But right now, with her body pressed to mine, I kept coming back to three facts: 1) we were never going to be together as a couple, 2) she was never going to experience the fullness of my love, and 3) she had excited me to a fever pitch, again. Damn her, she’s so good at that.

If I would not have lived it myself, I wouldn’t have believed the events of the last few hours with Sharron. Since our lunch date, I had been naked in front of her twice and used two different pairs of her panties to masturbate. She had even touched my cock and stroked me. Now, she was asking my permission if she could sit up on top of me and wiggle her delicious pussy down on top of my cock….. my throbbing, dripping, straining and aching cock.

I really didn’t have to respond to her request and I think she knew it, because without another word being said, she lifted slightly and steered her mound to my waiting rod. Hovering over me, our eyes made contact as her hips searched out the connecting point where my cock would intersect with her womanhood. As she found the spot, I readied myself for what I knew was going to be the single most wonderful feeling in the world – the moment she slid down on top of me, burying my cock inside her vagina.

Finally, when she was satisfied that she had positioned herself flawlessly with my erection snugly at the entrance of her womb, she leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Brad, please don’t move or say anything. Just let me do this by myself.”

Then, ever so slowly, I felt the warmth and wetness of her femininity open and begin to descend over my cockhead. As I started to slip inside her, she suddenly stopped her movement and laid herself down on my chest. Unconsciously, I wrapped my arms around her and caressed her shoulders and neck, snuggling soft kisses against her skin. She shivered, and I felt goose bumps rise on her body as I blew warm air down her neck and back. I waited for her to finally thrust herself down on my tool, but she didn’t.

Little by little, though, over the span of several minutes she slowly worked herself all the way down my shaft until I heard her let out a breath of air, puffing lightly as my entire girth came to rest inside her. I flexed my cock, hoping she would feel and respond to my urgency, but her pussy held me so tight my cock didn’t move at all, it only swelled – causing her to gasp as she felt me throb inside her warmth.

With almost undetectable movements, she began to rock minutely back and forth on top of me. I felt her breath against the side of my neck as she silently increased the rate and depth of her penetration. With each stroke, her breathing went from slow and even, to faster and choppy. With each downward push, she would moan as she bottomed out on me, causing my excitement level to ratchet up with each and every repetition.

I wanted desperately to meet her movements, or to kiss her or do something to get her to understand urfa escort that all I wanted to do was make love WITH her, but I remembered her instructions for me to stay still and stay quiet, so I did just that.

I could smell her precious feminine aroma filling my nostrils and I heard the sounds of her pussy giving way to my hardness. I swelled with pride knowing I was finally able to give her something she would treasure and remember. Even though she was enjoying my cock, and not my heart, it didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was that she was being pleased, and it was my cock that was pleasing her. For all I cared, she could ride me for hours and I would be content to lie here and let her cum as many times as she wanted or until she passed out from exhaustion.

Her breathing got much deeper once she found a comfortable rhythm. Her eyes closed and as I closed mine, I felt her snuggle deeply into my neck and wrap her hands around my head. Her rhythm stayed slow, but then it started to speed up in time with her breathing. As she sped up, I tried to concentrate on letting her have her fun. Considering everything, I was holding up pretty well until she started to buck up and down wildly on top of me…. then I thought about what was happening. She was fucking me! She was fucking my cock. My cock! Not someone else’s cock – but, my cock, and it felt damn good.

Without being too obvious, I raised my hips a little to give her more of my erection to thrust down on. She took advantage of it, too, increasing her grind against me each time she was at the bottom of her down stroke. Then, lifting her chest off of mine and holding herself up with her arms, she started her final assault on my penis. Our eyes met, and as she fucked me, I saw a look of total satisfaction flood over her face.

Sharron’s orgasm must have snuck up on her, because I don’t think she was ready for it. It was powerful and as I watched the expression on her face, I was briefly reminded of watching a flower open using time lapse photography because every little expression and movement of her face told the story that she was only a fraction of a second away from exploding.

I had reached up to cradle her sexy breasts in my hands, gently teasing her nipples with my fingertips. The instant I did, the expression on her face changed and her mouth fell open. Taking the chance that she liked the way I was playing with her breasts, I teased them more, tweaking her nipples and making them hard under my fingers. Her face turned red and then she came…. moaning and squirming on top of me, forcing herself down on my cock until she froze and yelled, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Exhausted, she collapsed down on my chest, trying to catch her breath. I took this opportunity to softly stoke her hair and her neck, telling her to relax and rest. I remember saying a lot of things as I caressed her, but when it was all over, the only thing I really wanted her to feel was me holding her, caring for her and loving her.

We laid there for a good ten minutes while she caught her breath. All the while, my cock stayed hard inside her, throbbing and jerking as it was held captive deep inside her warm and wet pussy.

Lifting her head up and peering at me through the strands of her disheveled hair, she smiled. “I haven’t cum like that in a long, long time, Brad.” She said. “If I would have known you were going to be that good,” she added with a laugh, “I would have jumped your bones years ago.”

I couldn’t contain my smile, and it beamed broadly across my face as I smothered myself in the pride that my cock had just made my beautiful dream girl cum. But, my smile faded quickly as she continued speaking, saying “I still can’t love you like you want me to, though.”

“Since I have you as a captured audience,” she said, still lying on top of me with my cock trapped in her vagina, “maybe this is a good time to talk about all the things you said this afternoon. Okay?”

I thought it was pretty bizarre for her to pick this exact time and place to rehash the things I said during our lunch, but I surely wasn’t going to ask her to pull her pussy up off my cock, so I just nodded and said “Yeah, okay.”

“Good.” She said. “First of all, I told a small, white lie to you at lunchtime and I want to make that right. I feel bad about it, too, because I know you’ve never lied to me.”

She went on to say, “I admit I suspected you had a thing for me, you know…. by some of the things you’ve said and the occasional ‘I Love You’ you’ve said from time to time. It was flattering for me, Brad, and I’m no different than any other girl who wants to see herself as being desired and wanted. But, I didn’t know you were really ‘in love’ with me until you said something today. I never intentionally tried to lead you on, but, on the other hand, I never brought it up to discuss with you, either. Maybe I should have, I don’t know, but I still feel bad that I allowed you to go on the way you did for so long.”

I started to say something, but, she sivas escort put her finger to my lips and asked me to let her finish. She emphasized her point by clenching her pussy muscles around my erection, and reminding me that I had no choice but to stay where I was and hear her out.

“Brad,” she continued, “I’ve had a few relationships with guys while I’ve known you, and a couple of them have been serious, as you know. For the most part, though, every one of my relationships broke down after a while. I’m not sure why, but, I started to get this complex that there was something wrong with me. Maybe I just pick the wrong guys, or, maybe I expect too much in a man. Maybe I’m looking for something that doesn’t exist – but, I didn’t want to start something with you and then have it go wrong. If that happened, I could very well lose my best friend and maybe the only guy in the world that has stood by my side when I needed someone to lean on.”

As I listened to her words, I thought about some of her relationships and I completely understood what she was saying.

“But, even now,” she said, “now that you poured your heart out to me and I know you were in love with me, that’s even more of a reason why we can’t be together, don’t you see?” She asked. “I couldn’t stand it if I had a relationship with you that broke down like the others did. That would be horrible.”

Her eyes were pleading for me to understand, and she was waiting for me to respond now, glancing back and forth across my face, anticipating what I might say.

“Sharron,” I replied, “first of all, there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re pretty, and smart and sexy, plus you’re compassionate, thoughtful and giving. Those other guys were just jerks and ass-holes. And believe me; I know exactly how horrible it would be to lose you for a friend, so I understand what you’re saying.”

“So, we can still be friends even if I don’t love you the same way back?” She asked.

“Of course,” I replied, “but, are you going to be okay knowing how I’ve felt about you in the past and maybe still do?”

“Yeah,” she answered, “I think so. It’s kind of nice knowing someone loves me. And if I ever change my mind about you, or figure myself out, you’ll be the first one to know.”

“Well,” I sighed, “I guess I can live with that. I can try not to love you, Sharron. You know, I might slip from time to time and say or do something stupid. Then there’s those times I get those uncontrollable erections when ever I’m around you. That’s not intentional, Sharron, it just happens. I can’t control that. You’re going to give me a break on those things, right?”

She laughed and answered, “Brad, I’m glad I turn at least one man on like that. I mean, it’s kinda nice to know I have that affect on you. And. Yes, I’ll give you a break if I see your pants all puffed out behind your zipper…. it will be our little secret, I promise.”

I thought about it and then thanked her. Somehow, it felt like we were going over the terms of our ‘break-up’, as if we had already been boyfriend and girlfriend, asking each other if we could still be friends.

After a minute, she tapped her finger on my nose, smiled and said, “There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about tonight.”

“So, go ahead,” I urged, “we might as well get everything out on the table.”

“It’s just that,” she paused, “well, you know I’m no different than you or anyone else when it comes to sex. I mean, I get horny, too! And I was just thinking maybe you wouldn’t mind being my ‘Naked Guy Toy’ and doing the CFNM thing for me every now and then.”

My eyes shot open when I realized what she was asking. This meant we could continue to be friends and see each other. It also meant, I assume, that she was interested having me be naked when I was around her.

“Hell yes!” I answered. Then I cautiously asked, “Does that mean I might eventually get the chance to make love to you?”

She smiled as she spoke. “Well, I’m not going to promise anything, but after the ride I just had sitting on top of your cock, if I get desperate, you’re definitely the top candidate right now. What I was getting at, though, is this…. I was hoping you would be interested in a friendly CFNM agreement from time to time. You know, what I mean right? Being completely naked in front of me when we’re together.”

“Brad,” she explained, “Honestly, I really enjoy looking at a naked man, especially if he’s excited and erect. And you, my friend” she said, “look absolutely adorable when you’re excited and erect. You’re perfectly sized and shaped….. and to be completely truthful, I really got off on watching you stroke yourself in front of me.” She said.

“But you have to promise me,” she warned, “that we’re just going to remain friends through this…. friends helping each other, and we’re not going to let yourself fall in love with me again. Eventually, I might even find a guy that’s not a jerk or an ass-hole, and when I do, you’re going to have to back off and let it play out. Do you tekirdağ escort think you could do that?”

“Sharron, you know I’ve never been anything but supportive of your relationships and more than anything else in the world, I do want you to be happy, so I wouldn’t ever dream of interfering.” I answered. “So, yeah, I think it would work.”

As I answered, she smiled, wiggled her hips and scooted herself down on me, lightly grinding her pelvis against mine.

“Oh, Brad! I’m so happy you’re willing to do it.” She said. “Now, just a few more tiny details and I think we’re set. I was thinking we need to agree on some CFNM rules so there are no misunderstandings. That’s fair, right?” She asked.

“Sure.” I replied.

“So,” she continued, “the first rule has to be that you’ll get naked for me any time it’s safe for you to do it – like here in the condo, for example. And that means no covering yourself up, Brad, you have to let yourself be seen….. even if you, uh, have an erection.”

“Fine with me,” I said, “that sounds easy.”

“Now, its okay for you to stroke yourself,” she added, “I understand you might need to get some relief if you’re walking around all day with that cock of yours poking out and leaking all over the place, so that’s perfectly fine with me. All I ask is that you let me watch while you do it. You’re free to make yourself cum if you want to, in fact, that’s something that would really turn me on to see.”

“Next, I want you to promise me you won’t go snooping around in my lingerie without me knowing.” She said. “That means either clean or dirty, Brad.” See looked directly in my eyes when she said this. There was a bit of a smirk on her face when she said it, but, I could see she was trying to make a point.

“We both know you have this fascination with women’s lingerie, Bradley, and I’ve read some things about that on the internet, and I guess it’s pretty common, but I don’t want to have to worry that you’re perving out on my bras and panties behind my back.” She explained. “I would much rather know when you’re doing it and maybe we can make that part of our CFNM time.”

“Since you’re going to be naked for me,” she went on, “I think I can allow you to use some of my lingerie if it keeps you hard and helps you cum. But, I don’t want you digging around in my things without my permission. Are we cool with that?” She asked.

I blushed as she spoke. It was like she was scolding me for what I did with her panties when she wasn’t home. It was embarrassing to hear her talk to me about my secret desire to have her lingerie, but, she seemed to understand why a man would be interested in his fantasy woman’s panties, so I agreed and promised I wouldn’t violate her trust. Besides, if she was going to give them to me anyway, there wasn’t a need to sneak around about it. I was just happy she understood why I wanted her panties.

“Good.” She said. “Now, I do have a favor to ask, and you don’t have to agree to this, but I’m hoping you’ll at least think about it.”

“Okay, what is it?” I asked.

“Well, would you mind if I take a few pictures of you while you’re naked?” She asked. “I won’t take any with your face in it, but, I would dearly love to have some pictures of your cock, and maybe a few of you stroking it and cumming for me. Maybe we can take some with you using my panties,” she continued, “and maybe I can lend you a pair or two to keep for a while in trade for some pictures, which of course, I would promise to keep totally private, you know, uh, just for my private use when I’m alone.”

“Sharron,” I replied, “Do you mean you would actually masturbate while looking at pictures of my cock?”

She must have thought I was serious, but I was only joking, adding “I trust you totally with any pictures you might take, Sharron. You wouldn’t even have to give me your panties, but, if you want to do that, I would cherish them. I guess you know that. So, yeah, I’m okay with the pictures as long as you keep them to yourself.”

“I know it’s kind of a super personal thing to ask, even ‘kinky’ I guess,” she replied, “but, so is giving you my panties to use while you masturbate. Don’t you think?”

I had to agree with her and I told her so. I also told her that I trusted her implicitly with any pictures she wanted to take. We talked a few more minutes about the rest of the rules she wanted to put in place and then finally, she wanted some assurance I wouldn’t try to make her love me.

“I just want to see you happy,” I answered, “I can accept the fact that we’re not going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, Sharron. I know you’re going to date and go out with guys, and I really hope you meet someone that will make you happy and not turn into an ass-wipe.”

“Well, Brad,” she sighed, “I have to say that this went a lot easier than I thought it would. I know I broke your heart today, but, it’s turned out okay. Hasn’t it?” She asked.

I felt tears start to well up in my eyes. I tried to keep her from noticing, but there was no way I could fool her. Then, as a lone tear started to run down my cheek, she wiped it away immediately and kissed my cheek. It felt good, though, to have finally told her everything. At least she knew the whole story and if there were any doubt in her mind that she wasn’t lovable, hopefully they were put to rest.

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This experience happened many years ago. Although I had been a casual voyeur for several years, this girl was the first “peep” I ever attempted. Even after these many years, she still ranks as one of the best voyeurs I have ever seen. She earned this honor for a couple of reasons. First, because she is still one of the most gorgeous women I have voyeured. Second, because I was able to watch her for over a year before she moved and ended the fun. To this day I believe that had I not had such good luck with her, I may not have become such a fan of voyeur and peeping. I guess you never forget your first – ha ha!

Setting the scene –

The set-up couldn’t have been any better. Her bedroom was set a fair distance from the street, on a quiet neighborhood road. You only drove that way if you lived nearby, or knew someone who did. Therefore, not many cars passed by, and those that did knew exactly where they were going and were usually going pretty fast. There was a huge tree in the yard that provided lots of shadows. The nearest street light was half a block away.

There was a dirt path in front of the house and between the path and the street was ivy ground cover that was over a foot high. On the other side of the path – directly in front of the windows – were large shrubs. The nice thing about the shrubs was that if you were close to them, you could see through them well enough to survey the scene on the street. However, from a distance they provided a complete screen of the windows.

Because the path was dirt I was able to walk down it in complete silence. The shrubs were about three feet from the window so I was able to get behind them comfortably. They were also big enough that my whole body could be concealed without difficulty. Once in place, no silhouette was visible at all.

Finally, this girl’s bedroom was located at the corner of the house. So, if I had to get away quickly I could go around the side of the house and through her backyard. The side fence was short enough to jump over at a full run, and the back fence was only 6 feet high and lead to an open field (always know your escape route – just in case). It was virtually perfect. I wish they were all this good.

My first attempt (Part 1) –

I actually knew this girl slightly. I mean I knew her by name and face, but not personally. She was definitely hot, and I had had many fantasies about her before. The first time I tried to voyeur her came quite unexpectedly.

I was attending a party a few blocks away from her house. We ran out of something at the party and because I lived nearby, I agreed to walk home to get more of whatever it was we needed. As I passed by this girl’s house I noticed her getting out of a car parked in the driveway. She looked as if she had been out on the town and was just coming home. It was around midnight at this point. She said her goodbyes and headed through the gate towards van escort the front door. I continued on my way.

As I passed her house heading back to the party, I noticed a light in the front bedroom come on. All the houses in the neighborhood were the same, so I knew the room would be the master bedroom. Her room. For the first time in my life, the thought occurred to me to creep up and try to catch a glimpse of a girl naked. For the first time I had the desire to “peep” someone.

I quickly crossed the street and hid the party supplies in a bush next door to my target. I slowly and carefully approached the front gate of her house. The moment of truth faced me. I was standing on the front walk, if I took one step to the right I would be on the path headed towards her bedroom. I actually paused for a second and debated with myself. A car drove by with music playing loudly (must be coming from the party I thought). After a few more seconds I stepped onto the path. My heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my cheeks and ears.

Because of the shrubs, I wasn’t sure at this point if I would even be able to see anything. I also figured that her curtains would be closed and I wouldn’t be able to get a look inside anyway. I moved slowly on, and as I got closer to her window I was able to begin to see what was behind the shrubs. I couldn’t believe my luck when I realized that her blinds were open almost a foot at the bottom of the window. I was still doubtful of success and was thinking the whole time that her bed would be blocking my view or something like that.

As I passed in front of the window I saw that I could get behind the shrub and be out of sight. I was very excited at this point and remember feeling my cock twitching in anticipation of what I might be about to see. I slipped behind the shrub knelt down to see what I could see. I peered in and made my first official peeping attempt. The bed was across the room, and there was nothing between me and her bathroom, dresser and closet. I glanced around and didn’t see her. I sat up looked around the side of the house to see if the kitchen, or other lights were on. All was dark.

I got down low again and peered back into her room. I still didn’t see her. I was confused. I just knew she had to be in there. I looked again and something caught my eye. Shadows on the walls of the bathroom made me realize why I missed her before. She was standing behind the door at a closet I knew was there. She opened the door and my heart leaped as I saw her in her bra and panties as she turned to the bathroom mirror. For almost ten minutes after that she was primping herself in the mirror as I watched her butt bob back and forth. Every so often she would step back and I could see her lace covered breasts. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

She apparently finished what she was doing and stepped to the shower and turned yalova escort it on. I was sure she would close the door for her shower which she did. I had been gone from the party a long time so I figured I should get the supplies there before anyone started wondering where I was. I quickly made my way back to the street and picked up my stash and walked back to the party. The whole time I knew I had to make an excuse to leave immediately so that I could get back to her window and try for a better shot. I was delighted with my success, but already I wanted to more.

My first attempt (Part 2) –

As I walked back the party several people asked me what took me so long. An excuse suddenly occurred to me. I said I had received an out of state call and had to go back home to return the call. In those days there were no cell phones and long distance was expensive so you certainly didn’t call from other peoples phones. Out the door I went, my cock already beginning to swell in anticipation.

I returned to my vantage point at her window and was greeted by a closed bathroom door. At least I knew she was still in there. Always the skeptic, I assumed she would come out in pajamas after her shower. So, I was hopeful but not very confident. I had to wait quite a while before she finished. In the mean time, a few cars drove by, some people walked pass me (even a few people from the party that I recognized). I felt pretty safe were I was, but being my first time I still got nervous.

Finally the bathroom door opened. I couldn’t believe it. It was a quick glimpse as she stepped in front of the mirror again, but I could tell that she was naked and had wrapped the towel around her head. After a minute she bent down in front of the sink and I figured out that she had brushed her teeth. She turned out the light and stepped from the bathroom. She strolled towards my position and I got a clear view of her completely naked.

She had very nice D cups with big brown nipples. They were my favorite kind of nipple. The sort that kind of forms over the point of a breast and doesn’t stick out too much. They were awesome.

Her pussy was great too. She wasn’t shaved completely, but trimmed the hair close and liked to keep a tight bikini line well shaved. I couldn’t see everything, but I could tell that she had fairly big puffy lips that hung down just a little. Her pubes were dish water blond like her hair and nestled between very sweet thighs and beautiful hips.

I remember thinking that she was a perfect fuck machine. Built for sex if you will. As she turned to the closet, I got a great shot of her ass. Round, firm, with nice tan lines up the cheeks. Her legs were very nice too. Simply lovely. Hard to find fault with even if I had wanted to.

She threw some dirty clothes in a basket and pulled an oversized t-shirt off a closet shelf. She sat on the bed and lotioned çorlu escort her legs and arms. Then she stood in front of the dresser mirror and spread lotion on her breasts and stomach. It was incredible watching her as she massaged the lotion into her fantastic breasts and across her belly.

As if that wasn’t enough, she proceeded to take a can of powder from a door. She then took the puff from the can and dabbed it between her legs. I only had a side view of this, but it was incredible watching her powder her pussy. When she finished, she pulled the towel from her head and swiped it through her thighs. She then bent forward and ran her hand over her pussy and gave it a quick look. She then walked to the bed, put on the t-shirt and walked from the room.

The months that followed –

As I said above, I was fortunate enough to voyeur this girl for more than a year. In that time, I watched her give herself breast self-examines, do quick bikini shaves in the bathroom mirror and dress & undress countless times. On several occasions I even brought a beer with me to sip on while I waited for the show to begin.

Although she never did much extraordinary, she was always a good show, and fun to watch and fantasize over. She liked to be naked, and often times would spend an hour or more in her bedroom without dressing. In all that time, I never caught her having sex (which, in hindsight really amazes me) even though I know she had at least 2 different boyfriends during that time. One occasion did stand out though, and I will give you a brief description below.

A special occasion –

One day I was quite surprised when I snuck up to her window and there was a naked blond in her room. At first I wasn’t sure if this was my usual girl or not because the build was similar and I figured she may have dyed her hair. I soon learned that it was not her, but a friend.

Just after I caught a look at this “new” girl, my girl entered the room wearing only panties. I didn’t know what to think because I knew she dated guys even though I never saw one in her bedroom. I immediately considered the possibility that she was lesbian and only dated guys for the “appearance” of straightness. Unfortunately, there was nothing sexual about these two girls relationship. However, they did give me quite a show.

Apparently they were giving each other makeovers and trying on new clothes. As a result they spent almost 2 hours in some state of undress as they did different things in the bedroom. It was unbelievable for me to watch them help each other put on different articles of clothing. Sometimes they would run a hand over the others body to check the fit of something or the other. Once the blond even did a hand check of my girl’s new bra cups. I guess she was checking the support for herself. Absolutely amazing to watch them.

Ultimately, all good things must come to an end. One day I saw a moving van in front of her house. Good times were coming to an end. As a sort of tribute, I got to watch her one last time that night. The next day she was gone. Over the months she gave me much to see and I loved every minute of it. She was my first, and in many ways the best ever.

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My Father is a Doctor and I am a Voyeur.

Let me explain. My father is a successful and popular Doctor in a smallish mid west town. I am studying computer science at the local College where I am singularly unsuccessful with the girls. I have had lots of sex; however, it would be nice to do it with another person one day. I am about five feet six and as a result of a bone disorder when I was young, have one leg very slightly shorter than the other. It does not bother me; however, it meant that I could never be any kind of an athlete, although it has been suggested that I could try swimming. Have you seen some of those swimmers? Six foot four, shoulders that do not fit through the average door, muscles on their muscles, and that is only the women! No, not for me. I also wear glasses and am considered a total geek and a nerd. This is why I became a voyeur instead of a stud.

My mother, god bless her, tried to set me up with a female some time ago. The girl’s name was Gloria and she was nineteen. Five feet two and two hundred and forty pounds, just like her mother. Come to think of it, her mother would be about three hundred pounds. Wouldn’t that be something to look forward to? Both of them are large enough to have their own zip code and town council. If they stopped eating for a week, it could fix the world hunger problem. Even my father had trouble stifling his laughter when he found out what my mother had tried to do, especially as they had been invited to our house for tea and cake. You should have seen them, like ravenous hyenas when they saw the cake, which they devoured in seconds. They both sat there hanging over their chairs and grinning at me like two monstrous, carnivorous Buddha’s. It was very unnerving. I was in therapy for ages after that.

I digress. I am a devout voyeur and successful techno nerd. I am the fellow who looks down blouses and up skirts at the mall. I am quite good at it and in fact, have turned it into an art form.

My father has always got me to look after his computer and all his electronic equipment. He is not only useless at things like that, he also has no interest. All he knows is medical stuff. Fine by me.

A few months ago, he asked me to look at an old movie camera that he owned, and that is when I got my big idea. I decided to install a video camera in his surgery which I would then connect to my personal computer. I will not go into boring details, suffice to say that the camera was very small and very powerful with a remote controlled zoom feature. It cost me a lot of money. The house that we live in is very old and grand, and my father has his surgery on the ground floor in one wing of the house with a separate entrance. It took me a whole weekend when they were away, to install the camera, microphone and wiring in the walls. The camera was installed in a vent about seven feet off the ground and faced straight down into the surgery to the foot of the examination table. It was camouflaged extremely well. To the right of the table was a curtain which when drawn, gave me a view of mersin escort both my fathers desk on the right and the examination table straight ahead.

The camera that I chose had a very silent zoom and the whole of the equipment could be removed by way of a panel outside the house in a matter of minutes for servicing or an emergency. I hope I never get caught. I do not fancy sharing a cell with a giant by the name of Bubba who calls me darling.

I of course tested it whilst the surgery was empty and then did my adjustments. My next job was to check my father’s appointment book to see who he was seeing in his surgery that evening. All his appointments for that first evening were for men or very old women. Very disappointed and had to jack off to porn on my computer.

The next evening was looking superb. His only appointment was with Cindy Jones, the number one cheerleader at our school. Cindy is a five foot eight ash blond with green eyes, pouty lips and a stinking attitude. She has a figure that resembles an old style film star, legs that go all the way up to her armpits and tits that defy gravity. All the males at school and some of the women drool when she walks by. Now, Cindy has been very unkind to me over quite a long time. A few months ago I had cause to ask her a question in class and she cut me dead in front of every one. She makes a habit of embarrassing people that she considers inferior to her. Of course, I fit right in there. In short, Cindy has the looks of an angel and the personality of a fucking bitch. Every dog has its day.

I kept a look out for her arrival from an upstairs window and she arrived right on time. She was wearing tight blue jeans, white sneakers and a fitted woolen jumper which did little to hide her physical charms. I already had the equipment turned on and was in front of the screen when she walked into the surgery. My father sat her down and took a few notes. He then asked her how he could help her. She explained that she had to show a full annual medical certificate for her cheer leading duties which were very important to her and her future. (I think she is going to become a brain surgeon or a fucking rocket scientist one day). He explained that he did not have a nurse on with him this evening, and she said that that was fine by her. He then asked her to go behind the curtain and take off her clothes, but to leave her underwear on. By this time, I was shaking and sweating with anticipation I could hardly control the camera let alone myself.

Cindy Jones was going to get naked, and I was going to see it all! After pulling the curtain down the length of the examination table in the direction of the camera, she first pulled her designer jumper off over her head leaving her pink, lacy bra showing with plenty of cleavage. Next came her sneakers and her skin tight jeans. There was gorgeous Cindy standing there in her little lacy pink panties and matching bra. I was having trouble breathing by this stage and my heart was going into palpitations.

Cindy muğla escort called out that she was ready and my father came over and measured her height and weight. She then sat on the examination table whilst he took her blood pressure and checked her ears, eyes and throat. He then asked her to slip off her bra, which she did. First one shoulder and then the next. Cindy’s tits spilt out of their confining bra; magnificent thirty six ‘D’s with pink, puffy nipples at least two inches across.

How my father can remain totally professional under such extreme and unreasonable conditions is beyond my comprehension. I would be a slobbering idiot in about twenty seconds and struck off in two days, if not in jail. That is probably why I will never become a doctor.

The stethoscope came next. First her back. As she breathed in and out, her luscious big tits with their rosy pink nipples rose and fell in unison with her breathing. My head also rose and fell in unison with her tits as my heart pounded. During my father’s examination of Cindy’s chest, he cupped first one tit in his hand and then the other as he lifted them to listen underneath with his stethoscope. Then came the breast examination. I watched as my father the Doctor pushed and prodded and lifted those glorious, firm, smooth, round globes. When he started squeezing and pulling her puffy pink nipples, I almost came in my pants.

He then asked her to stand up and to slip her panties off, which she dutifully did. When she bent over to take her feet out of her panties, her big tits dangled down and swayed from side to side. I was in a bad way by this time. I was almost having convulsions. She then stood up to reveal a puffy blond mound which stuck out in front of her by at least an inch. My father proceeded to examine her flat tummy and her mound with his hand. Her ass was round and firm and smooth when she turned round. If it had been any bigger, it would have rated as a bubble bum. All in all, it was perfect. The crack of her ass was deep and firm. After a few minutes of this, he then instructed her to hop up on the table.

She lay back on the table with those lovely big tits pointing straight to the ceiling. Even with her legs together, her mound was a full handful and her pink pussy slit was apparent. My father proceeded to push and prod her flat tummy from the side of the table with his hands. I think they call it ‘palpating’. He then told her to open her legs wide. I already had my rock hard cock in my hand by this time and when she opened up, I came all over my keyboard. I hope I didn’t wreck it. If I did, it’s all Cindy’s fault. (Maybe I should send her the bill for a new one). Her pussy lips were as pink as her nipples and looked like two halves of a large peach. Her clit was clearly visible and extended about a quarter inch. The soft, sparse, downy pussy hair extended all the way to her tight little ass hole. I love bush (Not George W, the other bush).

Whilst my father had walked to his desk to get some gloves, I had activated nevşehir escort the zoom on the camera for a close up of Cindy’s beautiful cunt. I could not believe my eyes, she was wet! Very wet! She had fluid dripping out of her pussy and down to her ass hole. I zoomed out a little and saw that she had her eyes closed and a little smile on her face. ‘What did this mean’ I asked myself? I almost never talk to myself.

My father came back and proceeded to don his gloves. Standing to the left of the table, he used two fingers of his left hand to part Cindy’s puffy pussy lips and then put the middle finger of his right hand deep into her glorious wet hole. No lubrication was necessary even though he used it. My cock instantly rose to its full height again and my breath came in short gasps. He then pressed her stomach while he jiggled his finger inside her cunt. I looked at Cindy and she was breathing heavily. My father asked her if she was in discomfort. She answered no. He then withdrew his finger and took off his glove which he threw into the garbage bin. (I later recovered it and went to sleep that night with it on my hand after sucking it clean; I still have it in my collection).

My father the Doctor then asked her to roll over on to her tummy and to part her legs again, which she did. Cindy’s pussy was in glorious full view and looked decidedly more swollen as well as wet. He then donned another glove and lubricated one finger. Using his left hand to part her smooth, round ass cheeks, he dove slowly and deeply into her little rosebud ass hole with his finger. Cindy let out a little gasp as his finger violated her ass and she seemed to raise herself a little above the table. He then felt around inside her ass for a while before slowly withdrawing his finger and again discarding the glove, (please don’t ask me what I did with that glove) leaving her lying there breathless. My father seemed quite concerned and asked if she was alright. She told him that she was fine, just a little nervous and that she would be OK. By this time she had rolled over onto her back, still with her legs wide apart and those glorious round tits with their pink, puffy nipples still pointing to the ceiling.

My father told Cindy that she could get dressed. As she slid her big tits back into her bra and covered her puffy pussy with her lacy panties, I realized that the show was finished for the time being. However, I now had her on glorious full color DVD for all eternity.

After the examination, Cindy asked my father how often she should see him and looked quite disappointed when he told her not for another year.

My life changed considerably after that and my parents were very impressed that I stayed home most evenings to study on my computer. I do not even bother to look at porn any more. I have something better. I also have a water proof cover for my keyboard. My only disappointment is that I can never publish any thing on the web. It would be too easy to trace.

Soon after Cindy’s examination, all the other girls in the cheer squad made appointments to see my father and many of their mothers also. If I get good feed back, I will tell you about some of those adventures. I might even tell you about the time Gloria and her mother came to the surgery. (That is for those with a fat fetish or those that just want a good laugh).

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Due to college I hadn’t been to the Brickyard 400 in two years. I was excited to see that things had even gotten a bit wilder. I got cheers and whistles, including a few stiff ones, as I exposed my naked body to all the men. After doing a live sex show at the age of nineteen, just two weeks before. I couldn’t believe I would be nervous flashing at Indy again. But let me tell you: I was as nervous as I could be.

I could only make it home for Saturday, the real party night. I put on my little denim dress that opens like a robe with high-heeled sandals. Checking myself out in a mirror, I could see a lot of bare cleavage plus my hard nipples popping out the fabric. I’m a very petite brunette and that hot little dress barely covers my 5′ 2″ 94 pound 36C-22-32 body.

I could feel my hard little ass rubbing the dress as I turned and saw my smooth bare legs right up to mid thigh. As I moved I could feel the little jiggle of my big cunt lips hanging down between my legs and my already stiff clit lightly pulsating. Oh yes I was totally naked under that hot dress and I was most definitely ready to go and do some serious flashing.

I was so excited driving to the track arriving right at sunset. I couldn’t get out of my car quick enough. As I walked towards the campers I saw two slender girls flashing their breasts for a group of men. As not to crowd their space I altered my path towards the second row of campers. I no sooner got there when a bunch of men turned around to look at me.

“Hey baby! Give us a look at those gazongas.” One of them yelled out.

I couldn’t help giggling because I had never heard breasts called gazongas. As I walked closer my nervousness level shot up. I knew right away this was going to be my first time flashing tonight and a huge shiver ran through my entire body making my legs feel weak. As I almost came to a stop in front of all the men one of them held up a sign that said ‘show us your tits’. Well there was little doubt what they wanted me to do, right?

After I looked around for the ever present police, I pulled out on the lapels of my dress and popped out both my big breast my nipples as big as they’ve ever been. I couldn’t stop my pussy from orgasming and felt the cunt juice trickling out of my cunt hole and dripping to the ground. All the men started cheering and whistling right away.

That same man said: “Whoa ho ho! Very nice young lady! Very nice!”

With a big smile on my face I popped my breast back in my dress and kept walking. Oh my God what a rush complete with a little orgasm. I’ve thought many times that there must be something wrong with me to get such a sexual rush just from flashing. But a rush I get and oh how I love it. After that it was showing my boobs at every camp site.

About to walk the next row of campers, I saw two more girls that I’m pretty sure were flashers so I skipped that row. It had gotten quite dark and was a bit scary but heck I love scary. Group after group of men were yelling at me to flash them so my breasts were out more than in. As I got to the end of that row I found out the lines used by the race fans had not changed very much in two years. After I flashed a group and was about to walk on, one spoke out.

He said, “Hey! What color panties you wearing?”

With a cheesy grin I said jokingly, “What color do you think?”

“Will you show us if we guess?” The man inquired jokingly.

“Yeah! Sure! If you get it right.” I replied.

I’ve always loved the sexy banter with the guys.

“Different men started yelling out, “Red! Blue! White! Black! Purple! Red! Pink! White! Blue!” Saying about every color they could think of.

I got a sorry look on my face and shook my head no while saying, “Sorry. None of those are right.”

“Ahhhh! Come on one of those had to be right.” The man protested.

Another man yelled out while pointing at me, “You ain’t wearing no panties!”

I pursed my lips smiled pointed back at the man while saying, “Your right!” I opened my dress fully exposing my entire naked body to all the men.

They broke out into loud cheering whistling and giving each other high fives. As I turned to leave I flipped up the back of my dress to give them a clear view of my bare butt as well.

“Nice ass baby! Nice ass! Nice ass!” Different men yelled out.

God, how I’ve always loved those “Nice ass!” comments. I closed my dress gave them the good old finger wave goodbye and moved on. After that I quit with just flashing my breasts and gave everyone a full body shot. Hell exposing my full naked body is what I love doing anyway. It wasn’t long after that before another old line popped up. I had just flashed thirty-five or forty younger guys the largest group so far tonight.

As I started walking away he said, “Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Before you go can you settle bet for us?”

I turned with a serious smile and said, “Sure! If I can.”

The man explained, “Well. He says you’re shaved and I say you’re not.” Of course hatay escort all the other guys in the camp were chuckling like crazy. After a chuckle of his own he asked, “Could we have a look?”

I acted suspicious and said, “Are you sure… this is to settle a bet?”

All the guys got excited as he said seriously, “Yeah! Oh hell yeah! I got fifty bucks on it.” He paused for a couple of seconds and said, “Come on. Help us out here?”

I acted quite coy while saying, “Well… okay. Since it’s to settle a bet.”

They of course assured me it was to settle a bet as I walked into their campsite. I walked right up to the guy that was sitting in a lawn chair and opened my dress wide. He leaned back in the chair tilted his head to the side as all the other men leaned in to look. I was completely surrounded by men.

“Can’t see nothing. Too damn dark.” The man announced.

I lifted my left leg and put my foot on the arm of his lawn chair while twisting my body spreading my legs open pretty wide. At almost the same time a couple of big flashlights came on lighting up my entire body especially between my legs. Oh, how I just love those flashlights.

“Holy fucking shit, would you look at that?” He paused a second and said, “Gal, Damn! That’s the biggest pussy I ever seen. ” After another pause saying to his friends: “Look at her pussy man. Look at her pussy.”

Everyone moved trying to get a good look between my legs. The man sitting in the chair suddenly stuck his hand in between my open legs and started sliding his fingers between my cunt lips. It was very hard to keep from moaning out loud it felt so damn good. Just like that men started groping both my breasts and squeezing my nipples. Honestly I think this is what I came back to Indy for more than the flashing. I don’t know how to explain how wild it is to have a bunch of total strangers playing with your body.

Well, about as slick as could be, whoosh! they slid my dress right off my shoulders and I was standing there totally naked. I took my foot off the chair and was about to ask for my dress back when multiple hands went to my inner thighs and they were pulling them apart. I just stood there and did absolutely nothing to stop them letting them spread my legs. Before I knew it they lifted me all the way up in the air and I was crowd surfing above their heads.

Yes I’m sure I could have yelled out and they would have put me down. But it was really wild being naked crowd surfed around their camp. All the men from other campsites where yelling and hooting very loud. They all liked seeing my naked body being floated around and I sure liked them seeing my naked body. I just tried to stay flat keep my head up and my legs spread. I got worried a couple of times when it felt like they were going to drop me.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Put her down! Put her down!” A few of the guys started yelling, “You fucking idiots. Put her down.”

I have to admit I was getting more than just a little worried about being dropped. They seemed to be more interested in groping than supporting me. They brought me down to waist level and carried me way back into their campsite. They tipped me up and sat me on a picnic table my legs hanging over the end. Even though it got scary I had a blast and was laughing like crazy. Mainly because I was naked and they didn’t get dropped.

I asked laughing, “Where’s my dress?” Not even trying to hide my naked body.

“Hey! Where’s her dress man? Get her dress?” The guy from the chair yelled out.

My dress came flying in from the rear of the crowd. As I started to put my dress on the guy spoke out.

He said, “Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Shut up!” He screamed at his friends. After everyone quieted down a bit he said: “We never got to see if you were shaved or not!”

No one was touching me as I sat there on the edge of the table totally naked. It was really up to me what would happen next. I got a sexy look on my face and slowly laid back on my elbows while bringing my feet up on the edge of the table my knees tight together. I stayed motionless for a couple of seconds then spread my legs wide, much wider then I should have. Why do I say much wider then I should have?

Because spreading your legs open in the middle of a group of young men full of beer is like holding up a sign that says ‘do whatever you want to me’ especially at the Brickyard. Well that is exactly how all the young men read me spreading my legs so wide. It made me laugh as hands came in from everywhere pulling my arms out making me lay flat on my back my legs getting spread wider. The more I laughed the more they spread my legs.

I instantly felt that unmistakable feeling of a warm tongue and lips on my pussy and oh how great it felt. Several hands were on my breast fingers squeezing my nipples hard. There were hands rubbing my flat tummy, my bush, the sides of my butt cheeks and my inner thighs. It only took seconds and I orgasmed, followed by another, followed ığdır escort by a big orgasm.

“Oh… Oh… Oh my…! Oh! Oh!” I moaned very loud.

My loud moan must have scared everyone for a second because they all suddenly stopped what they were doing. I moaned even louder as more juice burped out of my pussy.

“Holy fuck man she’s cumming!” The man licking my pussy said while lifting his head.

They all seemed to stay still for a few seconds watching and listening to me orgasm so big and so hard.

Some guy spoke out, “Make her pop man! Make her pop!”

It was like game on again as multiple hands went in between my legs like they were all fighting over a gold coin. One guy would flip my clit and a hand would push his away and another hand would push that one away, all trying to get at my pussy. I couldn’t even begin to tell you how many fingers were buried in my cunt hole but I could feel fingers going in and some coming out at the same time. The multiple fingers grinding on and into my pussy brought me to a huge orgasm.

“Oh My God! Oh my God!” Came out of my mouth loud, as the orgasm burst out of my pussy, soaking all the men’s fingers.

A man yelled out, “Holy fucking shit! She cums a fucking ton man!”

There must have been fifty hands on my body. Anything they could feel or squeeze they were groping. Was I nervous or worried right then? No not at all everything felt so fantastic I didn’t care what they did to so long as I kept having big orgasms. Again all the young men had been drinking probably all day and they were close to being out of control.

“Make her cum man! Make her cum!” Several were saying.

“Cum? Hell, fuck her man!” One guy suggested.

Another guy jumped in saying, “Yeah! Fuck her man! Fuck her!”

Well it did not take long to get a volunteer. I knew a cock was coming when I got slid to the edge of the table. All the hands got pulled away from my pussy and my legs were getting pulled apart even wider if that was even possible.

I moaned loud, “Oh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh!” as a pretty long cock got pushed steadily up my cunt hole till it was all the way in.

He wasted no time and started pumping my cunt right away with deep firm strokes. He would pull out half way and shove it back in just as far as he could. His cock was pretty long and fairly thick and his cock felt great in my pussy. Not more than three or four minutes into the fucking and he suddenly buried his cock and started pumping loads of cum. Bummer!

“Ahh, ahhh!” He moaned as he popped his load.

He straightened up and stepped back quickly, withdrawing his cock. I knew right away another cock was on its way, as the young guys holding my legs peeled them back towards my shoulders, spreading them open much wider. This cock was about the same length, but a bit thicker. He quickly shoved it half way in, stopped, then shoved it all the way in.

“Oh! Ohhhh! Oh yeah! Yeah!” I moaned as the thicker cock went all the way up my cunt hole.

He started banging my pussy hard and deep. I have to admit, this guy knew how to give a girl a good fucking. Plus, he lasted a good long time before shooting his load. He no sooner got his cock out of me, as when another good sized cock went up my hole, followed by yet another. Four cocks in all before some idiot started yelling.

“What’s the fucking matter with you guys?! Get off of her! Get off her!” The man repeatedly said, while grabbing guys and pulling them away from me.

They removed their hands from my body and the man fucking me pulled his cock out and his pants up quickly disappeared. Actually, just about all of them pretty much disappeared. The guy that had been yelling at them and a couple of other guys helped me sit up on the table.

“You alright? ” he asked.

I said in a quiet voice, not trying to cover my body, “Yeah, I’m good.”

Another guy asked me, “You okay?”

I said, “Yeah! I’m fine.” followed by me asking, “You have a bathroom?”

The man, acting like my savior said, “I sure do.” He walked me over to the camper, putting a big towel around me. “Right in there, honey.” He said while pointing at the camper.

I went in the bathroom and freshened everything up and fixed my hair. As I came back out the man handed me my dress. He must have apologized to me ten times.

I believe I surprised him when I said, “It was no big deal. Things just got a little out of control.”

“A little? You call that a little out of control?” He replied like he couldn’t believe what I said.

With a geeze look I said, “Yeah… no big deal.” Followed with a little laugh.

The look on that guys face was priceless when I said no big deal. I thought “hey, I’m the one that got me into that” Those guys were just young, drunk and horny, that’s all. Anyway since the others yelled so loud, breaking up our little sexcapade, everyone else in that area seemed to be hiding. It was just after ten o’clock and I decided to ısparta escort make my way to the second camping area where all the loud music was playing.

The first thing I saw was probably a hundred young men, watching two topless girls dancing in the back of a pickup truck. Again, not to enter their space, I walked past that row of campers and went down to the next row. After flashing all the campsites I got to the end of the row where there was a very big group that was obviously bikers with big Harley’s parked everywhere.

One of the rather rough looking biker chicks yelled out, “Show us your boobies baby! We’ll give you a beer!” Which was followed by the weirdest loud cackle laugh you ever heard.

I don’t know why bikers always seem to scare me for some reason, even though my only contact with them was fine. She yelled so loud I couldn’t act like I didn’t hear her, so I kind of had to flash them. It was scary and exciting stopping in front of them. I opened my dress and spread it wide open, not only showing the front of my body, but turning and giving a good view of my ass. They all started clapping and whistling very loud.

“Hey! Hey!” The obvious leader of the pack yelled out. “Come on over here!” He commanded while motioning with his arm for me to come over.

I just stayed where I was, kind of frozen in my tracks. It looked pretty scary back in their campsite, with all the Harley’s and everyone wearing black leather of some kind.

“Come on… Come over here.” He again said still motioning.

The biker chick yelled out, “Come on sweet cheeks. No one’s going to hurt you.”

As I closed my dress I took in a deep breath and a hard swallow. I was just too excited about the whole situation and had to go back in their campsite. As I walked in several of them lightly clapped their hands once or twice. I walked up to the left side of the leader who was sitting on the end of a big table one foot on the ground. He was a monster of a man very tall with huge arms and a large chest. The biker chick moved around next to him.

She jumped out at me, her arms raised and yelled very loud: “Alright get her guys!” She quickly stopped and started laughing that weird laugh while saying, “I’m just kidding honey! Just kidding.”

All the men and other women were laughing at the obvious terror on my face. I naturally jumped back then laughed while putting my hand on my chest, relieved she was kidding.

“Let’s see that fine body again cutie.” The leader requested rather calmly.

I opened my dress and not only showed him and the biker chick but turned in both directions to give everyone a good look.

“Here. Come right here.” He said while standing up and pointing at the end of the table. “I want a good look at that ass.”

I knew there was no way I could just say no, so I put my hands on the end of the table as everyone gathered around behind me. I instantly thought it they want a butt shot, I will really give them a butt shot.” As I moved my feet wider apart I slightly bent my body forward while pushing my butt back and out. The biker chick grabbed the back of my dress and flipped it up over my shoulder.

Everyone let out a collective, “Whoa…” Followed by several saying, “Nice Ass.”

The leader said, “That is one fine ass cutie.” He paused a couple of seconds and said in a very loud rough voice: “Gal, damn! That’s the nicest ass I’ve ever seen!”

He stepped forward and put both his rough hands on each of my butt cheeks. His hands were huge and rough and each hand covered a butt cheek. The size of his huge hands made my butt feel tinier than it already was. He removed his left hand and slowly slid his right hand over both my butt cheeks. His big rough hands sent spark like sensations through my entire body and especially to my pussy now constantly dripping juice.

“This is one fine ass. Fine ass!” He repeated as he slid his hands further down my cheeks.

For a second I thought that I should stand up but I just couldn’t. The spark-like sensations from his rough hands were driving me wild. He moved to my side and ran his flat hand down my left cheek, his fingertips following the crack of my butt. As he got down to where my butt cheek and thigh met, his fingers wrapped around my inner thigh. He slid his fingertips between my legs, raising his index finger to my dripping wet cunt lips. It was more than my pussy could take and my cunt let go with a big orgasm, my juice soaking his big fat fingers.

He said, “Gal, damn! She’s cumming like a fucking banchie, man.” while looking up at his biker buddies.

He leaned up over me and said roughly, “You want fucked? I mean, really fucked?”

His mean, rough voice scared me and I instantly raised my body up straight, not knowing exactly what to do. I should have asked, but as always I said nothing.

“She’s a teaser, baby!” The biker chick meanly said to her man.

As he slapped me very hard on the ass he said, “Teaser!” then said as though pissed off, “Get the fuck out of here before I tear you up!”

I started to walk away while fastening my dress when he grabbed my wrist.

He said mean and roughly: “Come back.” pausing while sucking a deep breath of air through his nose. “You’ll get a fucking you won’t believe.”

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Introduction

It was my typical Friday evening. Standing naked on a small stage while the art class studied and drew my body. I’d been doing this for quite a few months now and the much needed money from this one evening saved me having to slave for a couple or more evenings in a store or diner.

I’d read a notice on one of the student boards back at the start of term and after making a few enquiries decided to try it out. The first few times were embarrassing and I’m sure the students needed a lot of bright red if they were to paint me accurately. What did surprise me though was my lack of erections. I thought that would be the hardest part, if you’ll forgive the pun.

Well, that was over three months ago and I was now very comfortable with my nudity and posing. In other words, there wasn’t much need for lots of bright red paint. I was surprised though that they used me as I’m no Greek God sculpted from marble. I’m 5′ 7″ weighing about 200lbs, very little of which is muscle. I’ve a healthy appetite as the extra lbs and my large waist are testimony to. As for eskişehir escort my other statistic. I’ve honestly never really measured it accurately, but I remember at high school, when over at a friend’s house, we dared each other to measure our dicks. His was 6″ and mine was 5″ and it hasn’t grown any in the years since. So, I’m not really gifted in that department either. You can now understand why I’m surprised they use me.

So, back to my typical Friday evening. It was quitting time and I was thinking about the rest of my ‘typical Friday’ while I got dressed when, the door opened and Jennifer, the class tutor walked in.

“Hi Jenn,” I said. “How did it go tonight?”

“It went well Larry. I’ve come with a proposition for you,” she said.

“Oh, that sounds interesting,” I said laughingly.

“How would you like to earn more money?”

“Is that a trick question?” I replied smiling.

“No” she laughed. “Would you be interested?”

“Are you wanting me to work an extra night?”

“It’s for a different group gaziantep escort completely and quite different from what you’re doing now.”

Her statement certainly piqued my curiosity, so I asked her what she meant.

“I run another more intimate art group. More erotic and we’ve an opening for a male model.”

“More intimate?”

“Yes. It will involve erotic sittings. Erect penises and simulated sex acts.”

My open mouth and the shocked expression made her laugh.

“You don’t have to say yes. You can say no. It pays twice as much as you get now and it’s sexually safe. There will be no touching from the students and I’ll be directing the sessions.”

She noticed that I was giving it serious consideration and continued.

“The first session would be you standing sporting an erection. All you’d have to do is try and maintain it.”

“That would mean me having to stroke it occasionally to keep it hard.”

“Yes. Exactly,” she replied.

“Is that all I’d have to do?”

“If that’s all you’re giresun escort comfortable doing, then yes. Think about it and let me know. The class doesn’t start until the new year.”

I finished getting dressed and headed back to my apartment via McD’s drive through. And so ended my not so typical Friday.

The following couple of weeks were busy with college work and going home to visit my mom. My mom lived about thirty miles away in the next town. She is a 51 yr old widow and was able to retire early. My father dying suddenly had sucked the life out of her and after a few months of going through the motions in work, she was a teacher, she realised that real-life was no longer for her. My father’s life insurance allowed her to retire and live fairly comfortable and she started her grieving by withdrawing from the world. During those three years I’d gone home as often as possible. Watching her eat her way through grief and unable to help her. However, I could see that lately she had started to come alive again. The smiles were beginning to return to her eyes and she was more upbeat. And while we have always been close and able to talk, I never told her about my modelling and definitely couldn’t talk over Jenn’s proposition. Jenn needed an answer at the next session and while I was almost certain I’d take it, there was still a doubt. I was worried about my mom finding out.

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Bright lights flashing all around me. Blue. Then red. I kept zoning in and out of consciousness. What was happening? My training, m..m..my so called courage evaded me in a flash. As I walked through the threshold of this three story mansion, I looked to my left…blood splattered along the walls. I glanced right and witnessed bullet holes along the wall where a family portrait used to hang. The apparent discolouration of the light yellow wall gave it away. What was I doing here? Do I belong here?? What has my life become?!

The constant radio chatter playing in the background. Every now and then I’d pick up a few sentences, or certain words would grasp my attention. I’m so dazed. I’m seeing doubles. I call out for my partner, “Caitlin?”…I cannot tell if the words are even leaving my mouth. My mouth feels dry. There’s an irritating itch in the back of my throat, I didn’t imagine my first day to be so shit!

“Constable Ryan, I’m going to need you and Constable Myers to monitor the situation here at the crime scene. Homeland security and the FBI have gotten a lead on the suspects and have decided to make a move. So that leaves LAPD to clean up their mess. The lab has sent personnel to collect evidence. They should be here within the next hour.”

“Yes sir.” elazığ escort Was all I could force to leave the dried up pit of death…also known as my mouth. Before I knew it, it was just us. My partner, the crime scene and me.

“You okay kiddo? The first time is always the worst. It gets better after a while…trust me.”

She said it with a softness in her voice. It comforted me in a weird way…I don’t know how to explain it. Not long after the crime scene was cleared, Caitlin walked up to me and looked me in the eyes and said, “I know what will help calm your nerves. When I first started in the force, my partner taught me a few tricks”

With that being said, she moved closer towards me. Putting both arms around my back and pulling me closer to her. I didn’t know what was happening, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop it! We passionately kissed for what seemed an eternity! Exchanging saliva and pleasuring each other. She let out soft moans as I reached down and squeezed a handful off her ass cheeks. 28 years old and she had an amazing body, since full set of breasts. They weren’t overly big, but they suited her shape. He ass was something special, not too big but the kind of ass you stare at while hitting on chicks erzincan escort at the bar. I was flabbergasted! Was this really happening?

With my free hand I undid the buttons on her trousers, unzipping them soon after. Letting her navy blue pants drop to the floor, I know it’s rude to stare but I couldn’t help myself. Caitlin wore some Victoria’s Secret, bright pink lace panties. Barely covering anything, I caught a quick glimpse of a cleanly shaven pubic mound. Caitlin looked up to me and explained,

“I checked upstairs during my initial inspection…there’s a king bed with our names on it…”

I followed her up the winding staircase watching as her ass jiggled up and down. She turned towards me as she got to the end off the bed, I wasn’t going to waste any time. Grabbing her shoulders, I forcefully pushed her back onto the bed. Caitlin yelped a bit, but the lust in her beautiful blue eyes told a different story.

Climbing on top of her, I slowly pulled down her panties…the crotch of her panties sticking to her pussy, she’s already so wet. I see her clit starting to poke out. I unbutton her nearly ironed police uniform and quickly unclasp her bra letting her 32DD breasts breathe. Burying my face in her tits, I hear erzurum escort her moaning wanting more! Her nipples already so hard as I suck them. With my right hand, I’m slowing rubbing her clit in circles. I bring my hand up to my face, I can smell her beautiful little pussy on my fingers as I lick them clean. She pushes my head down to her dripping wet cunt.

“OHH YEAH!!”

“JUST LIKE THAT BABY! KEEP GOING! DON’T STOP!”

I sit up on my knees. Pushing her legs up towards her shoulders. Her cunt, glistening in the sunlight which floods the room. I stick my dick in for the first time and he face goes white…then she matches my rhythm and slowly gets used to the size of my 8 inch cock…

“FUCK MY PUSSY! HARDER!”

I wasn’t going to argue with her, after all, I do have to obey my senior officers…I flipped her over so she’s now on her knees. I have a perfect view of her tiny little asshole and her pussy which is now dripping. She’s vigorously rubbing her clit, and with one loud moan…she squirts all over my dick and stomach. I’ve never been more turned on!! I loved it. I ate her out for a while after that before plunging my dick back into her cunt and fucking her like the wild beast she is!

“I’m cummmmmminnggg-”

Her voice trailed off and I hit my limit! Spraying stream after stream of my white, creamy sperm into her pussy. Her shuddering orgasam came to a stop soon after mine..

“What’d I tell ya kid…there’s nothing to be nervous about. Can’t believe you didn’t believe me when I said that you’d learn on the job!”

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