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

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

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

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

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

“I have a warrant for your arrest.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What rules?” Jennifer flashed a wicked grin.

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

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

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

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

“Don’t go there,” Jake said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not at all,” I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

She often loved to masturbate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her boss just nodded open mouthed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey. Tell me more about Barbara.”

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

I hypnotically recalled to Suzette what had happened with Barbara.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I spread my ass for them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay.”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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Kelly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are y’all going to go do?”

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

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

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

Kelly eyed her warily but relented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marie smiled and pulled out to head back to work.

*****

Duncan

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

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

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

Mark laughed and nodded. “True.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come in,” he called.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Serves you right, laughing at your husband.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“About how long?” Amy asked.

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

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

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

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

“Why not,” he said.

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

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

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

Zeke nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did he say?” Kelly asked.

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

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

Duncan shrugged and grinned at Zeke.

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

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

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

Amy grinned and looked back at her husband.

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

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

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

*****

Kelly

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

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

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

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

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

“You can touch them,” he said.

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

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

“How much did those hurt?” Amy asked.

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

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

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

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

“Damn,” Duncan muttered from behind his wife.

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

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

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

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

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

“Well that was certainly awkward,” Duncan said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hell yes I did,” he said.

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

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

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

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

And I didn’t fucking care.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I won.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck,” I murmured beneath his palm.

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

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

I whispered, “I’m going to-“

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

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

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

I whispered his name.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She blushed.

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

“Sure, we can do that too!” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, we can do that.” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you dare me?” she asked.

I knew what the right answer was.

“Double dare you!” I said.

She smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just open the door!” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“OH! MY! GOD!” Amanda said, smiling.

“I know, right?” I said.

“That was CRAZY!” she said.

“Well, we made it!” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? You helping dad get off?”

“Ohhhhhhhh! You are so dead Stepasshole!”

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

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

“Boy? About that deal we talked over?”

“Yeah?” Brian was free of his gear.

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

“You know my deal. I get her momma.”

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

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

“Just bring it back.”

“Carmen really sunbathes nude?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s Carmen bringing?”

“Subway I think.”

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

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

“That’s what mom said.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You brought them food?”

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

“You bought yourself two shakes?”

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

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

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

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

“Least he’s tryin’.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

As if that escalated breeze dissuaded her nipple hard on.

********

Wildwood Federal…

“What are you doing here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lily’s best friend.” Ben sighed.

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

“No way! Seriously? Your mom is old.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah! Can I watch her next time?”

“Fuck you Shepard.”

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

“Now that’s creepy stalker.”

“I know, right?”

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

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

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

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

“I could use some air.”

Good idea!

********

“Jenna couldn’t have gotten far.”

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

“Right here, Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are we supposed to say to her?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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