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Adjusting to life at the Vocational College for Girls was difficult for Lisa, as it was for most of the new girls. There are numerous stories detailing the many facets of VCG life that the girls have trouble accepting. The VCG girls are well aware that the institution is an alternative to prison. The girls also understand that they have to perform community service as part of their punishment. However, the girls have trouble coping with the fact that the small town profits from the presence of the VCG girls because they’re forced to wear skimpy little outfits in public while they work. This inspires men from miles around to visit the small town and the money these men spend accounts for most of the town’s revenue. The main attraction for these men is watching the VCG girls perform their community service in various states of undress. In return, the businesses give kickbacks to the teachers and staff of the VCG, which of coarse is not reported to the state.

There are stories of how the girls are treated in their dormitory. They don’t have any privacy because the doors were removed from the shower room and bedrooms. The girls can’t understand why the guards have to be men and why these men only seem to be present when there’s a chance of catching the girls without any clothes on. The men could wait outside of the shower room, but they always have to wander in when the girls are naked. This also includes the janitor. He constantly cleans the shower room while the girls are bathing or changing their clothes. The girls feel as if they’re always being watched.

There are also stories describing how the girls are treated while attending their academic classes. Both the male and female teachers are sadistic. They love to punish the girls for poor academic performance by making them disrobe in front of everyone, including visitors. The teachers have a tendency to pick on a particular student and ask her questions that she couldn’t possibly know. Sometimes the punishment can go as far as a bare ass spanking. The female teachers are the worst offenders. They invite their boyfriends, high-ranking officials or even high school boys to visit their class. Then the female teachers will try to impress their guests by finding creative ways to make the girls take their clothes off, solely for the visitors’ entertainment.

Then there are the stories of the VCG girls being forced to participate in local sporting events. These events are another example of the shameful treatment the girls are subjected to. The school officials must think they have to justify the high price of admission by disgracing the girls in front of everybody. There is something about a gymnasium full of spectators that inspires the administrators to dress the girls in flimsy little uniforms. However, what really fills the stands isn’t the uniforms. It’s the anticipation of the girls loosing pieces of their uniform during the contest. Often the girls are lucky to have any of their uniform left when the game is over. Penalties take on a whole new meaning in these games.

The school officials even dictate how the girls spend their leisure time. There are many stories about the VCG girls being taken to restaurants, dance clubs or shopping centers and before the day ends, the girls loose some or all of their clothing. This usually happens at the most inopportune time for the girls. Often the VCG girls are taken to surrounding cities to generate interest in the town’s biggest attraction…the girls and their lack of clothing. If the girls go on a road trip, they can forget about having any shred of dignity left when they return to the school.

Those may sound like captivating stories, but the work details that the girls are assigned to usually provide the most tales of humiliation. Lisa was given her first assignment when she was sent out with another new VCG girl to work on the road crew. This story is a small example of how the girls are treated when they perform their community service.

Lisa and Debbie, who is also eighteen, were dressed in their normal school uniforms. These uniforms consist kahramanmaraş escort of lacey white bras, matching see-through panties, thin white blouses and plaid pleated skirts. The blouses are sleeveless with a plunging neckline that reveals a good deal of cleavage. The VCG emblem is affixed to the upper right corner of the blouses. The skirts have a zipper up the back, but no buttons or fasteners to hold the skirts on. These skirts are so short that they barely cover the girls’ butts. If the girls bend over even the slightest bit, their underwear shows. Little white socks and tennis shoes complete the ensemble.

The day’s chore for the road crew was to pick up trash along the sides of the city streets and highways. The girls were delegated to a highway department employee named Mr. Bricks. He was a fat, balding man in his forties. Mr. Bricks instructed the girls to climb into the rear bed of his pickup truck as he stooped down and pretended to check the condition of his tires. In his squatted position, Mr. Bricks was able to look right up the girls’ short skirts at their panty covered bottoms as they threw their legs over the side of the truck.

Mr. Bricks then took the girls to their first stop, a busy stretch of highway at the edge of the town. Most of the businessmen and tourists used this highway to enter the small town and the people of the community like to show off the VCG girls as soon as possible. When the girls jumped down off the truck, their skirts flew up and Mr. Bricks was again treated to a view of the girls’ little white underpants. He even caught a glimpse of their pussy hair peeking out of the see-through panties. Mr. Bricks handed the girls trash bags and told them to get to work.

Mr. Bricks sat on the back of his pickup truck and watched the girls work. He thought Lisa looked cute with her five-foot two-inch petite body, medium sized breasts, brunette hair and angelic face. However, Mr. Bricks was most impressed by Debbie, a five-foot six-inch, raven-haired goddess with big, full breasts and model good looks. Debbie probably could stand to loose a pound or two, but Mr. Bricks preferred girls with nice round butts. Now he just had to find a way get the girls to loose their clothes so that he could see more of their gorgeous bodies. Mr. Bricks knew that it wouldn’t be a problem because he was in charge and had total control of the girls.

The girls had to hold onto the trash bag with one hand and pick up trash with the other. This didn’t leave a free hand to hold down their super short skirts. Every time they bent over, Mr. Bricks and passing motorists could see the girls’ frilly underwear peeking out from under their skirts. It was even worse when a car went by. The breeze from the car would blow their skirts up and their panties would be out in the open for everyone to see. Lisa and Debbie were feeling a little uneasy when they saw the faces of the men in the passing cars gawking at their panty predicament. The girls were getting their first real taste of the VCG way of life.

When the bags were full, the girls brought them to the truck and threw them in back. They began complaining about how hot it was and Mr. Bricks suggested that the girls should unbutton their blouses to cool off. The girls refused, so Mr. Bricks demanded that the girls unbutton their blouses. Mr. Bricks explained that what he says goes. When the girls still refused to unbutton their blouses, Mr. Bricks decided to take matters into his own hands. He declared that since the girls wouldn’t unbutton their tops at his request, he would do it for them.

Mr. Bricks pulled out a small pocketknife and began slicing off the buttons from Debbie’s shirt. Her big bra covered breasts were now showing as cars slowed down to have a look. Then it was Lisa’s turn. One by one Mr. Bricks cut the buttons off of her blouse, too. Soon Lisa’s blouse was hanging open and Mr. Bricks had a close-up look at both of the girls’ bras. Their bras were made of a thin lacy material that did little to hide their nice round nipples. While kastamonu escort Lisa’s breasts were not as impressive as Debbie’s, they were still full and firm. Soon the girls took another trash bag and returned to work.

Now when a car passed, not only would the girls’ skirts fly up and expose their panties, their blouses would also blow apart and expose their bras. Lisa and Debbie decided to rectify the situation by tying the front of their blouses in a knot. This concealed their bra-covered boobs, but infuriated Mr. Bricks. He told the girls that if they wanted to tie their blouses in a knot, they would have to remove their bras. Lisa and Debbie thought about it for a moment and then decided to opt for the braless look. However, that was before they found out how Mr. Bricks would make them take their bras off.

First, both girls had to take off their blouses and hand them to Mr. Bricks. Passing traffic began to slow down to see the girls displaying their see-through bras. Next, each girl was ordered to step forward and take her bra off, then place the bra in the trash bag. Now the girls were bare-chested in front of Mr. Bricks and the gawking motorists. Lisa and Debbie tried to hide their breasts with their hands, but Mr. Bricks refused to give them their blouses back until they agreed to stand there with their hands at their sides.

Mr. Bricks studied every inch of the girls’ firm young titties as Lisa and Debbie stood there with their hands at their sides. Their breasts were now completely exposed. Finally, after traffic had almost screeched to a halt, he gave Lisa and Debbie their blouses back and they quickly put them on. When the girls finished tying the knot in front, Mr. Bricks was impressed by how much cleavage was showing. He also liked the way the girls’ hard nipples poked out against the thin white cotton material.

After filling a few more trash bags, the girls were loaded up and taken to their next stop. It was right in front of an all-boys high school. Lisa and Debbie were embarrassed because there were boys looking out of every window. The boys could see the girls’ underwear ever time they bent over. Lisa and Debbie told Mr. Bricks that the boys should not be allowed to see their panties. Surprisingly, Mr. Bricks agreed with the girls. Lisa and Debbie were relieved until Mr. Bricks told them that if they didn’t want the boys to see their underwear, they should take their panties off and put them in the trash bag. At first they refused, but when Mr. Bricks threatened to take away all of their clothes, the girls gave in. Lisa and Debbie slowly slid the lacy white panties down their legs and placed them in the trash bag as the boys watched from the windows. Now the girls were really mortified. When they bent over, the boys could see their bare butts! It was even worse when the wind blew. If their skirts were blown up in front, the boys could see their pussy hair!

When Mr. Bricks decided the boys had seen enough, he took the girls to their next stop. It was in front of an outdoor café. There were men only a few feet away dining at the tables located right on the sidewalk where Lisa and Debbie were forced to work. Debbie became very self-conscious of her short skirt. After loosing her underpants, she knew that the men would be able to see her bare butt if she bent over. Debbie tried to pull the hem of her short skirt down as far as possible, but when she did, the zipper in the back of the skirt broke and would no longer stay up. It kept working its way down and since it was the only thing holding her skirt up, her skirt began to slide down exposing the top of her butt crack.

Debbie tried to fumble with the zipper in an attempt to hide her nudity when someone at one of the tables asked her not to pull her zipper up. He said that he liked the view of her young firm butt, so Lisa stepped in with a few words in Debbie’s defense. When Mr. Bricks heard what Lisa said, he apologized to the man and punished the girls by not allowing Debbie to touch her zipper any longer. As an added punishment, kayseri escort he forced Lisa to always unzip her skirt as low as Debbie’s.

When they went back to work, Debbie did her best to hold her skirt up, but the zipper kept working its way down further and further. As more of her butt crack was exposed for the gentlemen at the café, they would call Mr. Bricks and remind him that Lisa’s zipper needed to be pulled down to match. Lisa reluctantly complied with their request and soon her butt crack began to show, too. The crowd loved watching the spectacle as more and more of the girls’ bare behinds came into view.

The anticipation was building as each girl’s skirt slid further and further down her legs. Finally their skirts reached the point of no return. Lisa and Debbie shrieked in horror as their skirts fell to the ground. They were now bottomless in front of all those men. As the men stared at the girls’ young firm asses and neatly trimmed pussies, Mr. Bricks decided to add to their degradation. He forced the girls to place their skirts in the trash bag. Now the only piece of clothing left was their blouses.

Finally the girls were taken to their last stop, right in front of an office building. The workers quickly gathered in front of the windows when the girls arrived. Lisa and Debbie refused to get out of the truck. The girls complained that they couldn’t go out in front of all those people with only their blouses on. They should have learned by now that it was the wrong thing to say because Mr. Bricks took away their blouses, too. Now the girls were completely naked!

Dozens of people watched as Lisa and Debbie climbed out of the truck and proceeded down the street collecting trash. Lisa and Debbie’s faces were red with embarrassment because the people could see their firm young breasts and puffy pink nipples as they walked around right in front of everybody. Lisa’s neatly trimmed brunette bush and Debbie’s reddish-brown pussy hair were out in the open for everyone to see. The girls’ tight little butts were up in the air every time they bent over to pick up a piece of trash.

As if the girls were not humiliated enough, Mr. Bricks informed them that they had to go into the office building and empty the trash cans in the nude. Lisa and Debbie panicked and pleaded with him not to make them go into the building without their clothes on. Mr. Bricks just chuckled and said that he was only kidding. Then he added that cleaning the office would probably be their next job. The girls’ hearts sank because they had a feeling he wasn’t joking this time.

The girls started to think about what it would be like to bend over and empty trashcans with their naked butts pointed right at the men as they sat at their desks. Next Lisa and Debbie imagined leaning over bare-chested to clean the desktops with the men’s faces only inches away from the girls’ exposed breasts and puffy pink nipples. Finally they thought about vacuuming in the nude as the office workers sat in their desk chairs observing Lisa’s neatly trimmed brunette bush and Debbie’s reddish-brown pussy hair. Lisa even had the horrible thought of squatting down to plug the vacuum cleaner into the wall. Her legs would be spread apart and her sweet young pussy lips would be exposed to everyone. It was very unnerving, but before the nightmare went any further, Mr. Bricks ordered the girls to get into the truck.

As Lisa and Debbie rode home in the back of the pickup without a stitch of clothing on, Mr. Bricks paraded the nude young girls right through the center of town. Everyone was pointing and looking at the girls as Lisa and Debbie attempted to burrow under the trash bags. Finally they arrived at the VCG dormitory and the girls hurried into the dormitory completely naked.

Debbie whined to Lisa, “That was so humiliating!”

Lisa replied, “I know, it was terrible. All those people were looking at our naked bodies and we were helpless to do anything about it. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to this.”

Tracy, a twenty-one year old veteran of the school overheard their conversation and said, “You’ll never get used to it and the humiliation only gets worse!”

That left an uneasy feeling in Lisa and Debbie’s stomachs as they rolled over and tried to go to sleep. It was a restless night because the girls kept imagining all of the terrible things that the VCG administrators could do to them.

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The Motion Alert appeared on the lock screen of Rich’s iPhone. They appeared every time Jen walked in front of the master suite Nest Cam and transmitted HD video that Rich could view on his phone or tablet. The husband had installed Nest Cams for home security well before the separation. He hadn’t showed Jen the remote viewing capability, only because he knew she’d have no interest.

The motion alerts always caused an unwelcome rush of adrenaline but had become predictable as to what time of day they occurred. There is one generally just after 10 PM each night as she goes to bed and just before 7 AM each morning when she gets up. He generally never opened the app because he knew it was her and her daily routine was of little interest.

This one was different. It was 1:47 PM on a Wednesday. Wouldn’t Jen still be at her 12:30 yoga class? Rich reached for his iPad and opened the app to view the broadcast. He pressed ‘RECORD’.

There on the screen was the Macy’s bedspread they bought together at a President’s Day sale, on the other side of the bed was her dresser on which sat a Seiko World Clock given to them as a wedding present.

And there she was – coming from out of frame to sit at the end of the bed, hurriedly stripping her yoga clothes off for someone just out of view. Smiling and laughing she pushed back and centered herself eskişehir escort on the bed. And there he was, playfully jumping on top of her as she spread her legs with an excited giggle.

Rich felt stricken. With adrenaline coursing through him, he was nauseous but could only dry heave painfully. All the muscles in his stomach and throat seem to spasm in concert. He gasped for air, his mouth suddenly dry. He turned away from the screen.

But he could not look away long. Foreplay, if there had been any, must have occurred in the living room or the family room. The mystery partner simply pushed himself into the young wife’s receptive folds and began to thrust vigorously. He supported himself with both arms and kept his face close to hers, smiling and talking, but not kissing.

Jennifer affectionately rubbed the man’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and maintained an animated banter. Apropos to nothing Rich could see his wife had been tanning somewhere, perhaps on their deck, perhaps at a salon. He could see the area that had been covered by very small bikini top. The suitor also had a very pronounced tan line at his waist. Had this encounter been preceded by clandestine liaisons at some sunny locale? Rich dreaded the thought, however improbable.

The visitor penetrated the young wife with a steady piston-like action, changing position slightly ever so often as if to insure gaziantep escort the head of his staff scraped the whole of her womb. Rich could hear Jen’s fevered encouragement. The man was saying something Rich could not make out. By this time he figured the sex partner was from her yoga class.

The voyeur husband felt defeat and despair as he watched his wife arch her back and put her hands on the man’s buttocks to pull him deeper into her middle. The shy wife first struggling with the separation now seemed to embrace her newfound freedom. She was putting to rest her fear that men wouldn’t want her.

The visitor straightened his arms and thrust from his core. Rich could see a length of the man’s ample cock as he plunged it in and out of the young mother. She resumed rubbing his nipples. Then she reached out and put her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers.

They kissed deeply and passionately. She caressed his neck, the side of his face and his chest. He straightened his arms again and resumed his thrusting in earnest. It was clear by her body language that the kisses were too few, she lifted her head as if to follow his lips but surrendered back down as he intensified his pounding into her. He lowered his face so that she could hold it in her hands. It was a compromise.

It was apparent she wanted intimacy; he wanted to use her tight hot snatch. The husband giresun escort watched in real-time as the young wife spread her legs to make the iniquitous trade, to hold up her end of this carnal deal with the devil. The man stopped to rest, moving up to his knees. As if on cue she rolled over and went to her hands and knees in front of him. He held her hips and guided her back onto his shaft which she welcomed with a lustful moan.

They began a rhythmic thrusting and Jen cried out with every penetration. Her pert breasts shook. She tossed her hair and bowed her back. She planted her palms and pushed her hips back. She was loving the prolonged fucking she was receiving. Her lover’s face was out of frame and his words were difficult to distinguish, but he was clearly enjoying ravaging the pretty young woman accepting his cock so appreciatively.

The man slapped the young mother’s writhing ass leaving a sweaty red hand print. Rich heard his wife respond with in a sultry hiss, “Spank me. I’m a nasty girl.” Rich closed his eyes in resignation and pushed a weak breath through pursed lips.

Rich took stock of himself. He felt deflated. To his mind, the vicarious thrill of wife-watching was a myth: he was not pole hard and stroking himself, or otherwise excitedly engaged by proxy in this furtive coupling. His wife looked beautiful and happy. At this moment, for this husband, the notion of enjoying watching your wife being fucked by another man was foreign and impossible to comprehend.

The copulating pair would not stop their carnal liaison anytime soon, but Rich couldn’t watch any more. He closed the cover on the iPad, and slid it away from him. He got up from his desk and stepped into a world that would forever be different.

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I kissed my wife. My arms around her, hugging her body against mine. Nicole’s heels brought her up to just an inch or two shorter than me. She smelled of Chanel. She tasted of champagne. Her blue eyes sparkled, reflecting the flickering firelight.

We’d been at the club for a Christmas Eve dinner. It was full, nobody wants to cook the night before Christmas. Chef Tony had put on a sumptuous tasting menu, lots of small plates with different specialties to tempt us; Nicole had insisted on drinking only champagne.

“There’s only two ways to avoid a hangover. Don’t drink or only drink champagne!” She exclaimed early in the evening to the cheers of our tablemates. My wife had been at her effervescent, flirty, entertaining best loved by our friends male and female; although certainly hungered over by the guys in the group.

It was late but evidently we’d still arrived back earlier than Kris had expected. As we entered the room we found him dozing, stretched out in the antique Queen Anne armchair, feet up on the matching foot stool. A glass of brandy sat, half-consumed, on the painted captain’s chest alongside. The fireplace was lit, yellow and orange shadows bounced around the room. Nicole had assumed this was some surprise I had arranged.

“Oh you’re such a sweetheart!” My wife turned and wrapped her arms around my neck. As we kissed I looked over Nicole’s shoulder at Kris, under a mop of brown curly hair, his brown eyes were wide open, his mouth equally so, expressing his shock at seeing us there. He looked much trimmer and much younger than I had expected. Heck, I was pretty certain he was sporting some ripped abs under that white shirt.

“I, er…I should go.” Kris muttered, starting to get up. I waved to him the universal sign of a flat hand indicating that he should stay seated.

“No, çorum escort it’s okay. Don’t go.” I told him. “I’m thinking we owe you a gift or two.”

“But I have work to do.” Kris’s lack of movement contradicted his words.

Nicole looked at me, then at Kris, then again at me. “I’m confused.”

“No need to be confused sweetheart.” I told her as I raised a finger to her lips. “I think you’re going to enjoy this.”

Hands on Nicole’s shoulders, I turned her to face Kris directly. Standing behind her I looked at our seated friend and asked him “So what do you think?”

“Your wife?” He replied, slightly uncertain where this was going. “She’s gorgeous, but…”

I interrupted him “I know how hard you’re working. You deserve a break. Just enjoy for a moment.”

Nicole remained obediently quiet as I reached under her thick strawberry-blonde, shoulder length hair to find the clasp on the heavy triple string of pearls she was wearing. “Shhhh.” I whispered in her ear as I undid the necklace and lifted my arms over her head. My game-for-anything wife of 25 years nodded, standing otherwise completely still.

I moved my hands around the collar of my wife’s black velvet jacket to take hold of the lapel area and lift it upwards and backwards. The room was silent but for clinking of the jacket’s decorative chain and pearls that edged the smooth material.

Looking at Kris he hadn’t moved, his eyes fixed on Nicole. As I slid the jacket back and off to reveal my wife’s bare shoulders he swallowed. Nicole fidgeted slightly, straightening her body more upright. She inhaled sharply suddenly feeling my fingers on the zipper of her white Calvin Klein knee-length dress, then gasped at the grinding vibration traveling along her spine as I tugged denizli escort the slider downwards.

“What…what are you doing?” Nicole murmured.

“Shhh. It’s Christmas. Just unpacking something special.” I replied quietly, sliding my hands across her back and up over her shoulders, all the while underneath the dress. The law of gravity proved itself as Nicole’s dress settled like a small white cloud around her feet. Kris audibly gasped.

Stroking my hands across my wife’s shoulders and down her arms I felt her nervous goosebumps. Descending further I dropped to one knee and helped her step out of the dress; while there I ran my hands up Nicole’s silk covered legs and proceed to roll down her stockings. She placed a hand on my shoulder to steady herself as she lifted first one foot then the other out of her shoes allowing me to roll off the stockings before she slipped her feet back into the black, patent leather heels.

“I uh…” Kris was clearly struggling but I again waived for him not to speak. The hardness in his lap was doing all the speaking for him and I wanted to make sure Nicole had noticed.

Standing, my hands resting on the ident of my wife’s curved waist, I kissed Nicole’s right shoulder. The black silkiness of her bra strap contrasting exquisitely with her freckled, pinkish skin. I spoke softly “Look down sweetheart. Look at the effect you’re having on him.” Another small gasp from my wife.

There was a soft snap at the release of Nicole’s bra clasp and she exhaled a shuddering breath as she felt the garment loosen around her chest; her arms automatically crossed her body. I nudged the shoulder straps off each side until they dangled gently around her biceps. Kissing the marks left by the shoulder straps I slid my hands düzce escort down my wife’s arms and around to cup her 36c breasts still covered with the black lace. Nicole nervously let her arms drop, a loud gulp emanated from her throat.

I looked at Kris as I pulled the bra away from Nicole’s body to reveal her magnificent orbs to him. His chin dropped slightly. His hand in his lap squeezed the, by now, even more obvious erection. Nicole trembled slightly. Kris moaned.

“Oh God.” Nicole uttered throatily as I slowly rolled the top of her black lace panties over her hips and glided them down her thighs. She parted her knees to let them fall and we once more did the balance dance as I dropped to one knee to help her step out of them. Kris moaned again, louder this time, as Nicole’s shaven pussy was now directly across from him at his eye level.

“She’s beautiful huh?” I looked at Kris, He nodded urgently.

I was standing behind my wife, my hands roaming across her lavish body, her breasts, her abdomen, her thighs; I found her hand and guided it between her legs. Nicole let out a whimper as I dragged her fingers over her own wetness.

“Show him.” I whispered.

Nicole almost bucked as she slipped a finger inside herself. I pressed my body against her back to help steady her in her heels; my hands caressing her. She could feel my own erection fighting hard with the material of my slacks.

“Ohhhh. Ngghh.” Nicole bit her lip to prevent herself from crying out. “Mmmmf.” Moving her hand faster, her eyes locked on Kris, her delicious body quivering, leaning against me, as her orgasm washed over her.

Kris gazed at my wife in wonderment. She turned, exceptionally and inexplicably coy, throwing her arms around my neck and wetly kissing me with the passionate urgency of an unrequited teenager.

“I so want to stay but I have to go. I still have so much to do tonight.” Kris’s words fractured the moment. We turned to see him grabbing the white-collared, scarlet jacket hanging on the back of the chair.

“Understandable.” I said. “See you next year?”

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After the incident I described in “The Innocent Young Intern”, there was a lot of sexual tension between Rachael and me. Her flirtations were virtually non-stop; she kept asking for a peek, or she would purposely rub against me or try to fondle my crotch. This was a predicament that I never expected to be in. She was lusting after me and I was very concerned that her influential father would make problems for me if he found out I was sexually intimate with his daughter.

A few weeks later Rachael and I were working in the laboratory together and we were having a prolonged debate over whether to throw some samples away. I predicted that the professor would want them saved, and she said that he wouldn’t. We decided to bet on his decision. The bet was that the loser would have to strip and stand naked in front of the other person for five minutes. I was so certain of the outcome that I would have bet the ranch. Sure enough, the decision was to refrigerate and save the samples.

Rachael turned 10 shades of red and acknowledged that she lost the wager, but there was never any discussion about when she would honor the bet. In fact, I told her that she didn’t have to do it. About two weeks later Rachael walked into my office with a sly smile on her face, shut the afyon escort door, and announced that she was prepared to comply with the terms of the bet.

She stood about five feet away and slowly unbuttoned and removed her sleeveless white linen blouse, revealing a very simple, white lace bra. Her breasts were small and the outline of her nipples could be seen through the thin fabric. Next she slowly undid her jean shorts, slid them over her shapely thighs, and let them fall to the floor. She was wearing skimpy panties that were cut high up her thighs and barely covered her pubic hair.

Rachael was stunning and surprisingly poised standing there half naked looking straight at me. She was about 5’2″, had long brown hair, weighed about 95 lbs, and had a figure I’d estimate to be 34B-24-35.

Next she undid and slipped off her bra to display small, firm freckled breasts with small, reddish-pink nipples. Without hesitating she slipped off her panties and let them fall to the floor. She didn’t have much pubic hair and I could clearly see the lips of her pussy. I was incredibly aroused and could not take my eyes off her.

Since she still had a couple of minutes to go, I told her to slowly turn around, which she did. aydın escort She had the most fantastic ass, which I wanted to cup in my hands. I then asked her to bend down and touch her toes, which gave me a nice view of her pussy.

To her credit, she modeled naked for the full five minutes and when her time was up, she casually put on her clothes, and said that it was my turn. Clearly, this was not part of the agreement, but I was well beyond the point of being able to control myself. I had a massive erection, which was uncomfortably bunched up in my jeans. Nevertheless, I resisted her pleading for a short while. Finally, I stood up and told her she could look, but insisted that she would have to do all the work.

Rachael came over and unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled out on the waistband of my underpants until my erect cock sprang free. She kind of gasped when she saw it and asked if it was okay if she touched it. She tentatively grasped a hold of it and gently ran her hand down its length to my balls. Then she slid her hand back up and caressed the swollen head of my cock between her fingers. Rachael continued to caress and stroke my hard on for another few minutes until a small droplet of precum came out of the ağrı escort top. This seemed to fascinate her and she slid the slippery liquid around on the head of my cock and between her fingers. After a few more minutes of playful fondling, Rachael said she was going to put it away, so I told her to kiss it goodbye, which she did with no hesitation.

From that day on Rachael often asked to look at and touch my penis when she and I were alone. The practice became so common and dangerous that I would flash her, even when other people might be around and catch us. Everyone perceived her as being such a young and innocent girl, but she was actually a confident, flirtatious, colorful, sexy woman.

For example, one day she waltzed in to my office and asked if I wanted to feel her hymen. She proceeded to lift he skirt, take down her panties and guide my finger in to her moist vagina. I must have spent two minutes probing around inside her with my finger. She would say, “There, did you feel that…there, how about that?” I’d nod and say, “I think so.” Actually, I don’t think I did, but I was enjoying myself immensely. As I said before, she was a fun person to be around. As you might suspect, it wasn’t long before we became even more intimate.

The first time we made love was equally spontaneous. Shortly after a lunchtime mutual grope in my office, she invited me into her father’s office where, we had sex leaning over her father’s desk. To this day I remember how beautifully our bodies fit as we hastily fulfilled our sexual destinies.

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I have an uncle who, though he is two years older than me were great friends when we were kids. We were that close that when we both met girls who we would eventually marry we went out as a foursome. We had some great times but as is usual in life nothing lasts forever.

Because of his work he left town and moved to the big city, but we kept in touch when we could and were sad to hear that he and his wife had problems which caused a messy divorce which hit him hard.

After a lot of years, we met again at a family wedding. It was a great day full of fun and of course telling tales of the old days. At the end of the night, he asked me how I was still married after all these years, what we did to keep it all going.

Drink had affected me, so I didn’t think when I told him I loved to take pictures of my wife, naked and post them to certain websites. That she knew about this and loved the comments men gave. She would never show her face, but most guys weren’t looking for that anyway. I had sense enough not to tell him which sites and refused to show him any of the pics even though he begged me.

I never thought anything more of it until a week later when I received an email telling how he had enjoyed the weekend and how much he wished he could see some of the pictures. Feeling guilty I told my wife what I had confessed to but instead of being angry she was obviously turned on at the thought. She had one condition. That my uncle would never know that she had given permission.

When I agreed the camera was out and she began to strip but she was that turned on I had only taken three pictures of her tits when she needed fucking. It was the kind of fuck that had to be quick on both sides. It left us both out of breath but feeling good.

An hour later I emailed the pictures to him, saying he had to keep this secret or there would be hell to pay.

Over the next weeks we had daily contact by email. I sent him pics from the past with videos of her sucking and fucking me. He would ask for a certain pose which she was willing to do even when they began to get more demanding. She would kneel and spread her arse cheeks so he could get a close-up view. She spread her legs wide and at one request eased a cucumber into her pussy.

The wife and I were having the best sex for ages and most nights were pounding the sheets in all kinds of positions even when the camera wasn’t switched balıkesir escort on but even so when his next request came, we were a little shocked.

He suggested that we met in a web cam session so he could see her live. He could disguise his voice and keep it so his face wasn’t seen. She wasn’t too keen at first, but I was and after a while persuaded her to give it a go.

It was a Friday night and after a few drinks I switched the PC on. We had a webcam that was on a long cord so I could position so he could see more if that is what the wife wanted.

The wife and I had webcammed with random people so knew what it was like, but she was nervous this time when the screen showed the two of sat at the screen which suddenly showed a man with his camera zoomed in on his shorts.

After a little conversation we saw his cock grow, as she unbuttoned her top, he pulled the shorts down. When he asked her to push her tits together, she obeyed while keeping an eye on him stroking his cock.

She was excited but also very disappointed when a sudden burst of cum erupted. The cam session was over but the sex session between us lasted for an hour.

Over the next weeks we would cam every other day. The second session was much better. There was some dirty talk between them, him telling her how he would fuck her as she posed naked, spread eagled and dripping wet. As time went on, she would do more, sucking my cock, taking the cum on her face or holding in her mouth while he finished himself off.

Then, one Saturday after a little drink we turned on the cam. I fingered her for a while as he watched then went down on her, almost to the point when orgasm came. I turned her over and licked her from the back before slipping my tongue around her arse. She was moaning with pleasure, and he was shouting encouragement.

Turned around again she begged me to finish her off, so my tongue went into action on her clit once more but this time my thumb pushed a little inside her brown hole. She groaned with pleasure, so I pushed harder, moving it around as she moaned. It didn’t take her long after that. Finished she looked to see what I wanted to do next.

I had her on all fours, with her arse pointing directly at me. With the cam in hand, I zoomed in and then pushed my cock forward. She cried out a little, surprised at my intention but she knew what I wanted.

“Push bartın escort back.” I whispered so I could get the cock head in. Once there I pushed hard and deep ignoring her cries that it was in too far. I heard my uncle cry out as he finished but by then I was interested only in myself.

We had never done anal that much over the years, so I was ready to take advantage of the situation. I dropped the cam and pulled her closer with both hands on her hips making sure all my cock was in as I thrusted hard and for an age.

She cried for me to stop as I finished and lay for a while with cum dripping from her. I looked to the screen and saw my uncle in full view. He gave me a thumbs up before turning it off.

That session seemed to end the fun for a few weeks, it was if we had hit our peek. There were a few sessions but nothing as exciting. Then I received an email. The sick relative had died and there was a funeral. My uncle would be back in town staying with his mother.

The wife wasn’t enthusiastic about this and made sure I understood that the fun we had enjoyed was strictly hands off. In no uncertain terms there was to be no threesome. Any suggestion of it would cause a big row.

The instruction was to be as we always had. We would talk, have a drink and then say goodbye till the next time.

The day of the funeral was cloudy and dull. The relative had been very old so there weren’t floods of tears but more talk of happy memories. The wake was a time for mixing but when it ended the three of us went for a meal and more drinks at a pub not far from home.

Just before we left for home my wife pulled me over. She quickly whispered her plan.

Most of the day she hadn’t had anything to drink because she had thought she would be driving. But she would pretend to be a lot drunker than she was. I could take advantage of this. I could strip her naked while my uncle watched. I could fuck her, but my uncle would not be allowed any penetration. He could feel her up, suck on her tits or pussy and even cum over her but there was to be no penetration. If he attempted it, she would wake up and stop it all.

Back at the house for the one last drink with the three of us the actress in my wife came out. She was slurring her words. Her eyes though open didn’t seem to be looking at anything. She said she felt tired and sat back on batman escort the sofa. I went over to see how she was and lifted her skirt up, so it showed her panties and pulled her top up over her bra and had a good feel of her tits.

My uncle was shivering with lust, so much so I told him outright he couldn’t fuck her. That he could watch and maybe have a feel.

After pulling her top off and undoing her bra I lay her down on the sofa.

“Take her pants down.” I said as I undid my trousers. He obeyed straight away, pulling her legs apart a little to get a better look.

He paused for a second, looking to me to get permission before he began to massage her tits, letting the nipples get hard before sucking on them. His hand wandered down and fingers felt the opening then slid in. She groaned a little. For a moment he thought she was awake and moved back in panic. But instead she move her hips as if being fucked in a dream.

“You can have a taste, get her wet for me.”

I think he was shocked at the instruction, but he knelt and began to lick. By her body movements I could see she was loving it. Over his shoulder she looked at me and winked. Pushing him out the way I lay on top and guided my cock inside. Drink always makes you last longer; lets you feel in full control.

I thought I would give him a show and took my time, getting help when I wanted her on he side to fuck. This was harder than I thought but it gave him a good view of her body. It wasn’t that comfortable so I lay her on her back again. This time with her arms above her head.

“Have a feel of her tits.” I said as I entered her once more.

He didn’t need much encouragement and of course took it further, letting a hand wander down, feeling her pussy, marvelling at how wet it was.

Once I knew she had cum I turned her around and took her from the back. He wanted me to fuck her arse but I didn’t think she would want this so I carried on doggy stye for some time. Finished I pulled out feeling the plop as the cum began to leak out.

“Can I fuck her?” My uncle asked but I refused.

“Do you want to cum on her tits?” I offered.

We turned her over and he began to frantically wank his cock off with one hand while the other fingered her pussy, helping my cum leak out. I could see her watching and that she was enjoying it, especially when he dropped his load over her tits.

Once he had finished, she began to show signs of waking up, so I told my uncle to leave.

We carried on with the web cam for a few more months, then my uncle met a woman he fell deeply for. She was very big on top, a little chubby with a belly to die for. I know that because I have the pictures he sent.

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UBER ACTION

My wife Katy and I were at the curb when our Uber ride pulled up. The driver was a friendly young Indian guy named Jawal. We climbed into the back seat of his very spacious SUV. I don’t know what make it was, but it was one of the big ones.

While Jawal drove, I talked about the evening with my wife. “It looked like you were having a good time.”

She was drunk and slurred her words answering, “I’m exhausted, I must’ve danced with twenty different guys.”

I was drunk too. I had been playing shuffleboard, a league semi-final that my team won. We had been to this tavern many times and knew several of the people there. We had come here for years and once we moved back to town after college, we made it a regular thing to spend Friday nights there. Katy knew a lot of folks and liked to dance. It was near Memorial Day and there was a hockey playoff game on TV with our Penguins playing. Consequently, the bar was crowded and rowdy. I had lost track of where Katy was most of the time. She was with her friend Gwen, so I wasn’t worried about her.

We talked about who she had seen and I told her about winning the shuffleboard match. Being in a horny mood, I usually am, I reached over to unbutton one of the buttons on Katy’s blouse. I undid another and my hand happened to brush against my wife’s breasts, realizing that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“What happened to your bra?”

She told me the story. “You remember they have that area of the bar where different girls have hung their bras from the ceiling.” I did. “Well, the guys talked Gwen and me into taking off our bras and hanging them with the others. I autographed mine and its up there from now on.”

I supposed this was okay. My wife had been rather daring to do that, but she still had her blouse. But then, I noticed that the bottom buttons were not aligned properly. “What happened with the buttons?”

“I must’ve missed the alignment when I redid my blouse.” She said.

“What do you mean, redid your blouse?”

She said, “Well they had me take it off when I did the thing with my bra. They said we had to do that before we hung our bras from the ceiling.”

“So, you were topless.”

“Yeah, but only for a couple of minutes.”

“Did everyone see?” I asked.

“Well, not everyone, just the people who were watching. I think some of the guys took pictures with their phones if you want to see.”

Okay, so my wife had been topless in the bar. Who knows how many people had seen her tits. I knew bursa escort I would be seeing the photos. She was giggling.

She was sitting in the far seat and brought her leg onto the seat. I reached over and rubbed her leg, moving above the knee. My hand naturally moved Katy’s skirt a bit and I got a glimpse up her skirt and saw she wasn’t wearing panties.

“Where are your panties? I asked.

“Oh, I don’t know.” She replied.

“What do you mean, you don’t remember losing your panties?”

She said, “Oh I remember losing them, I just don’t know where they went. Probably a souvenir for someone.”

“How did you lose them?”

“Gary took them off when we were in the booth.”

“Who is Gary?”

“He’s a guy I used to date before I met you.”

Now I remembered Gary. I thought he was an asshole. “What were you doing with Gary in the booth?”

She said, “When our team lost the shooter contest, we were sitting there and Gary moved in beside me.”

“Shooter contest?”

“Yeah, they were drinking shooters off Gwen’s and my chest.”

“Off your chest?”

“They had our shirts off and were taking shooters on our tits. It was some sort of contest and my team lost.”

“Guys were sucking shooters off your tits?”

“Yeah. I guess that’s why we lost. They seemed to be more interested in my tits than the contest.”

I could see the wetness from the alcohol on her chest, all over her breasts.

“So how did you lose your panties?” I asked.

“Gary and I were fooling around in one of the booths and he said they were in the way, so he pulled them off. I don’t know where they went after that.”

“What was Gary doing that your panties were in the way?”

She smiled at me and gave me a sultry smile, “He was playing with my pussy, silly.”

I just looked at her and she continued. “While you were playing your stupid shuffleboard game, he had his fingers in my pussy.”

“He was fingering you?”

“He had at least three fingers in me and was finger-fucking me for a while.”

Holy shit. I knew Gary still had the hots for my wife, but was surprised that she had let him finger her.

“What else did he do?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

“He had me almost naked and was fingering me, that’s all.” She paused, then added, “Mike licked my pussy a couple of times.”

“What?”

“After I pushed Gary away; he wanted to fuck me but I wouldn’t let him because he didn’t have a rubber.”

That çanakkale escort pissed me off. “You would’ve fucked him if he had a rubber?”

She said, “No, I wouldn’t have fucked him. I just told him that. He’s wanted to fuck me since we dated and I wouldn’t put-out for him.”

“Where was his cock while he fingered you?”

“In my hand, of course. I wasn’t going to blow him with everyone watching. I have to protect my reputation.” She said and laughed.

“So how did Mikey lick your pussy.”

“When I got out of the booth and was putting my blouse on, Mike lifted me onto the table and went down on me. He held my legs and put his face in my pussy and licked me a couple of times before I got away from him. He only had his face in my cunt for a few seconds. Part of me wanted to let him continue, but I didn’t want to look like a slut in front of everyone.”

Yeah, wouldn’t want to look like a slut.

Katy was rubbing her pussy with her fingers. The back seat was dimly lit, but I could see her snatch and her fingers.

“That made me horny.” She said, continuing to finger herself. She asked me to help.

I reached over and found her incredibly hot and wet pussy. I rubbed her lips and slid two fingers inside her. She leaned back against the door, spreading her legs for me. She licked her lips and motioned for me to take my shirt off while she removed her blouse. The lights from the passing streetlights flashed across my nearly naked wife. I noticed that our driver Jawal was looking in the rear-view mirror. Katy’s nipples were hard. She was topless with her breasts accented by the necklace she was wearing along with the dangling earrings. A topless woman wearing her jewelry is one of the hottest things, doubly so when it is my wife.

Katy was letting me finger her when she asked me to get my cock out. I undid my seatbelt and opened my pants. My dick was hard. Katy reached over and pulled my pants down farther, off my feet and then removed my shoes. I sat there looking at my wife. I was naked and she joined me by undoing her skirt.

I moved toward her and pulled her body underneath mine. She wrapped her legs around me just as our driver said, “We’re almost to your house.”

“Find some place to park for a while.” I asked him. He had shifted his mirror and was watching us while he slowly drove around looking for a remote spot.

I slid my cock into my wife and looked down at her with my arms holding me up. I felt the tight çankırı escort fit of her vagina and felt her squeezing my dick.

The car stopped and Jawal leaned over the seat and asked, “Mind if I watch?”

Katy looked up at me and said, “I want him to watch you fuck me.” I nodded to Jawal.

Then she looked at our driver and saw he was obviously playing with himself.

“Come around here and show me your cock.” Katy said to him.

Jawal opened his door and moved to the back door and opened it. The dome light was on in the car. Jawal’s pants were open and his hard cock was in his hand. He was jacking-off a few feet from my wife’s head and she was watching his cock while I fucked her.

“Come on my face.” She asked him.

I continued to pump my dick into my wife while she watched Jawal pump his uncircumcised cock a few inches from her face. Suddenly his hand moved faster and then he stopped. A rope of cum spurted out of his cock and splayed across Katy’s face, from her hair to her chin. The second spurt landed on her nose and upper lip. Then more cum dribbled out onto her cheeks with some going into her open mouth. That was enough to set me off and I pulled out and spurted my cum onto my wife’s stomach and breasts. She moved her head to reach for Jawal’s cock and she took it in her mouth and sucked the remainder of his cum from his brown prick. She held his cock in her mouth for a moment, savoring the feeling and the taste of his semen. It was undoubtedly the best fare he had ever driven.

I asked him to take us home. We pulled up in front of our house and Katy got out of the car naked and walked toward the house, carrying only her purse, leaving her clothes in the car. I needed to catch up and unlock our door. I got my pants from the floor along with my shoes. I managed to get Katy’s shoes and Jawal helped by setting the remainder of our clothes on the lawn. His fare had been prepaid by credit card and I gave him a nice tip. He waved goodbye and I walked to our door. My naked wife was twirling around on the lawn and singing. She was drunk, naked and happy. I walked up the walkway and she came to me and dropped to her knees and grabbed my cock.

She was making noise and I’m sure some of the neighbors saw us. My naked wife was sucking my cock under the beam of our front-porch light. I could’ve stopped her, but it felt so damn good that I didn’t care who saw. I’d had a lot to drink as well. We did hear from one of our neighbors that he and his wife had watched us.

Katy wanted me to fuck her again on the lawn, but I managed to get her into the house and up to our bed where I made love to her for twenty minutes before we both wore out and rolled apart to go to sleep.

We have Jawal’s information for our next Uber ride. He said it will be free.

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It is still winter and very cold outside. Tom (18 yrs.) has been practicing at the indoor tennis courts in the city gym. He is a senior high school tennis champion. Coach Brady (36 yrs.) helped him get a 4-year college athletic scholarship. Tom walks over and grabs his sport duffle bag. He heads toward the locker room showers while flipping his racket in one hand.

Mika (32 yrs.) is Japanese (37-24-32) who is the Phys-Ed instructor at the community college. She was told about the “peep” window at the city gym above the men’s locker room. Curiosity got the best of her. She’s been spying on Tom while he takes his showers.

Tom faces away from the wall as the hot water splashes over his upper back. His hands lather up with thick shampoo in his brown hair. Those hands move down to his chest and then over his tight abdominals. He reaches the brown crotch and lathers up thoroughly with his fingers.

He turns around to face the wall. The hot water sprays off his body. He stops moving for a few seconds and turns around side-ways.

His eyes look up at the open “peep” window. He stops moving and stares directly into that dark opening. Who is up there watching him? Who is she? Is she an older woman?

Mika doesn’t move as she looks down at Tom. She knows that he cannot see her. It lasts for a minute and then he turns back toward the wall.

She keeps watching as hot water splashes over his back muscles and those full round buttocks. He stands only at 5’8″. She’s a diyarbakır escort little taller than him at 5’8-1/2″.

Mika whispers, “Tom, you’re so damn hot. I give awesome head.”

It’s Monday afternoon and Tom walks out of his last class. He heads up the hallway and opens his locker. Coach Brady and Mika approach him. She’s wearing a blue blouse and a short leather skirt. She has beautiful legs. Her long black hair is tied into a ponytail which lays over her big tits.

Coach says, “Tom, I want you to meet Mika.”

Tom turns around and glances at her whole body.

He replies, “Uh… Hi Mika. Nice to meet you.”

She says, “Hello Tom. I work at the community college. I asked coach Brady to introduce us.”

Her eyes stare at coach who realizes she wants to be alone with Tom. Coach smirks and then walks away.

Tom asks, “Aren’t you the Phys-Ed teacher at the college?”

She answers, “Yes, I am. I thought it best to talk to you directly.”

He nervously smiles, “Uh… What about… Miss Mika?”

She answers directly, “Do you know the hotel behind the tennis courts?”

His eyes grow wide, “Yeah, I do.”

She says, “Room 110. You and I. This Thursday night.”

Mika turns and walks away. He watches with his mouth wide open.

He says, “That’s my room.”

Outside Hotel Room 110.

It’s freezing cold on Thursday night. The thick clouds make it seem – even darker. The street lights shine edirne escort through the trees above room 110. There are still shadows and no one is around.

Coach Brady stands at the window and peaks inside. The curtains have an opening of at least three inches wide.

He chuckles, “Damn, they left the curtains open.”

What he sees is the naked bodies of Tom and Mika. He stands facing the bed with his legs spread apart. She kneels on the carpet in front of him with her back to the bed. His hands hold the back of her head with the ponytail pushed upward.

Her mouth covers his 7-inch cock. Her lips slide down his shaft and touch his brown crotch. It’s also a deep throat. Those lips slide back up and down again.

Inside the Hotel Room.

Tom watches her wet lips over his cock.

He says, “Fuck Yeahhh… Swallow it all… Fuck Mika… Yeahhhh.!!”

She breathes through her nose as her lips clamp tightly around his shaft… They go down and back up… Down and back up.

He replies, “Ohh-Yeahhh… Yeahhhh… Ohh-Fuuuckk… Feelz-So-Fucking-Good.!!”

Back Outside The Hotel Room.

Coach stands there in his heavy sport jacket. His left hand rubs the crotch over his jeans.

He whispers, “Hoy shit… Wish she was working my old cock.”

His body leans more into the curtain opening.

Back Inside The Hotel Room.

Tom still holds the back of her head. Her lips slide up and she makes a sucking-off sound edirne escort bayan from the cock-tip. Her left hand grips his shaft and strokes it. Those hot lips cover his left testicle and her tongue licks it gently.

He closely his eyes and says, “Ohhhh… My-Gawd… Fuck… Oh-My-Gawd… My-Ballz.!!”

Her lips move to his right testicle as she keeps stroking his shaft.

He groans, “Ohhhh… Yeahhhh… Yeah-Yeah… The-Other-One… Fuck Yeahhhh.!!”

The lips cover the smaller testicle and her tongue pushes it around inside of her mouth.

Tom says, “Shit… Was that you?… When I looked at the peep hole… Was that you Mika?”

She answers, “Mmm-Mmm.”

She lift’s off of his ballz and the lips slide over his cock-tip again… She slides down and back up.

He grunts, “Ohh-Yeahhh… Yeah… It’s-Cumming… It’s-Cumming-Mika.!!”

Her lips slide down and touch his brown crotch. She then holds his shaft in her mouth and throat.

Tom explodes, “Ohh-My-Gu-Ahhhhhhhh… Ahhhhhh… Gawwwwdd.!!”

His load slides down her throat.

Tom’s knees buckle as his cock slips out of her mouth. He falls forward with his hands on the bed… She gently kisses his left inner thigh.

Back Outside The Hotel Room.

Coach falls back a few steps holding his crotch over the jeans.

He says, “Shit… She took his load… She goddamn took his load.”

Back Inside the Hotel Room.

Mika climbs onto the bed and lays her head back against a pillow. Tom climbs on too and his hands push her beautiful legs apart and upward.

He says, “It’s your turn, Mika.”

She replies, “Okay, Tom. Go for it.”

His tongue begins to lick the folds of her pussy lips.

Coach Brady steps back up to the window and watches with a big smile.

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Please note: this story will make much more sense if you read the earlier chapters!

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Kate was more nervous and more excited than she had ever been in her whole life. Only a few days earlier she had been a shy conservative housewife on a boring cruise with her nice but boring husband.

Well, that was how she tried to think of him as she headed towards the party. She loved Ed and she did not want to hurt him, be unfaithful to him or break up their marriage. He was at home, a long way away and what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt. Hopefully.

So here she was walking along the deck of the cruise ship, about to entertain a group of directors by stripping. How had she got herself into this?

She knew it was all to do with control. The power over men she had discovered. The power of her sex. The power it gave a woman over a man. It was addictive. That’s what stopped her from turning round, going back to the cabin and locking the door. That plus the almost unbelievable one thousand dollars she had been given upfront. Geoff, the guy who had asked her to perform, had delivered it that afternoon. He had given her a CD with the music that would play during her act – mostly sexually explicit r-n-b – along with instruction on where to go for the event, and strict instructions that she had to get completely naked but make a show of it – take her time, in other words – and make it sexy as hell.

It was someone’s fiftieth birthday party so Kate had asked that the guy was easily identifiable so she could make a fuss of him. She had some ideas and she had brought along a bag of props, but although she knew broadly what she planned to do, she also intended to go with the flow and respond to how this group of men reacted. As long as she was in control it would be safe – and hopefully lots of fun.

She arrived at the venue at exactly 10.50 as arranged. She was due on at 11pm and Geoff – the guy who had arranged this – met her at the door. Earlier he had worn a suit and although he no longer wore the jacket he still looked formal in his shirt and tie.

He took her down a short corridor into a small room and looked her up and down. She was wearing a large baggy t-shirt and baggy jeans. The only sexy thing about her seemed to be her long hair and very high heels.

“Er… if you want to get changed here….” he began.

“Actually I’m ready. This is what I plan to wear.”

He looked disappointed. “We paid a thousand dollars….”

She reached out and stroked his chin. “Please don’t worry. I won’t disappoint you. You won’t be asking for your money back.” Inside she hoped that would be true.

Geoff shrugged. “Okay. But it’s me they will get mad with if you aren’t what they hoped for.”

“Trust me.” She could hear music and laugher from the room next door. “Are they all here?”

“Ah… I need to let you know about that. I said there would be fifteen of us but there’s more like thirty or thirty five. Some of the guys invited some of the crew.

“I should charge more…”

“You already stung me for double what I offered.”

Kate laughed. “I know. But I will be safe, won’t I?”

“Oh, yeah, there’s never been a problem. The guys are told that there’s no touching and there is a bouncer working behind the bar.”

“Okay. Well let’s get on with it.”

“I will go on and announce you.”

Kate felt her stomach lurch. She wanted to stop now. But she desperately wanted to do this too.

She left the changing room and followed Geoff to the door into the venue. He went ahead and she held the door slightly ajar so she could see where she would perform.

Geoff had gone onto a small stage ardahan escort – maybe no more than a foot high. The venue was a smallish bar, low lit but she could make out a small crowd of men, mostly in suits, holding glasses of beer or wine. They seemed reasonably sober from this distance, but they seemed to fill the small bar and that felt a little threatening. Music was playing and there was occasional laughter. She could make out a man in the crowd who was wearing a large badge with the number fifty on it. Well, that solved that question.

Geoff put his hand to his forehead to shield his eyes from the bright stage lights.

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen…. sorry … just gentlemen. I want to introduce you to a beautiful lady. A sexy lady. You’ve seen her perform her magic with Nick Brown, but she’s her alone tonight. And she’s going to be magical. Please welcome….. Kate!”

The music changed so something sexier and slightly louder. The audience applauded – only politely but expectantly. They looked towards the door.

Kate made them wait a moment. She pulled a stick of chewing gum from her pocket, unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth, She thought it gave her an air of sluttishness.

She opened the door and walked confidently onto the stage. She knew they would be initially disappointed like Geoff had been a few moments earlier. A girl in t-shirt and jeans? But she gave a wiggle of her hips as she stepped into the spotlight, and one guy did whistle.

She had brought a handbag with her and she turned her back to the audience, bending at the waist to put it down. She wriggled her bottom and got another whistle.

She turned and gave a broad smile, brushing her loose long hair back before running her hands over her chest in a way that she certainly wouldn’t do normally in public. Then she stepped off the stage and strode into the audience, seeking the birthday boy. Standing before him she gave a sultry “come to me” gesture with her finger. When he hesitated she stepped closer and grabbed his tie, turning and walking him back to the stage like a slave. There were whistles, cheers and shouts, including one of “Way to go, Brian.” Now she had his name.

There was a chair on the stage and Kate pushed the man into it. She dangled her hair in his face and then leant close to his ear. “Hi, Brian.” she whispered. “Just do what I say and no-one gets hurt.”

Brian had a nervous grin on his face – a mixture of anticipation and fear of the unknown. Kate was already enjoying this. The power she had, despite being the only woman in the room, was amazing. And she was about to strengthen that power even further. Reaching into her handbag she produced two sets of handcuffs that she had borrowed from Nick earlier. There was laughter as she cuffed each of the birthday boy’s wrists to the back legs of the chair. Now she could do what she wanted.

Kate sat on the man’s lap and gave his cheek a kiss. Then she gave his nose a sensual lick, before standing again, facing him but with her back to the audience. Staring Brian in the face, holding his eyes with her gaze, she slowly unzipped her baggy jeans. When they were undone she lowered them an inch or two. She turned briefly to the audience to let them see what she had done. Then she turned back to Brian and let them drop to her ankles. Underneath she had a tiny g-string that was small at the front but virtually backless. Everyone could see her naked ass cheeks and she enjoyed the loudest cheer so far. Brain was grinning as she stepped daintily out of her jeans and kicked them to one side.

Now she sat on him again, but with her artvin escort legs astride him and pulled his face into her bosom. As she rubbed her breasts around his face, he would be discovering that she was braless and she made the moment last more than a few seconds – until he might feel about to be asphyxiated. There was laughter again and some shouting from the crowd.

As the man took in some air when she sat back a little, Kate lifted the front of her loose-fitting t-shirt and pulled his head up underneath it, holding his face between her naked breasts but hiding it by pulling the t-shirt down again, although the audience knew what was happening. His face was hot on her tits and she could feel his rapid breath. She kept him trapped for a few more seconds. It felt good.

Standing up, she let his head pop out from under her shirt and he grinned at his colleagues and nodded appreciation. Someone shouted “What are her tits like, Brian?”

“Big!” he shouted back.

Kate put a finger on his lips like a schoolteacher showing disapproval. Then she stepped into the audience and took an almost full pint of beer from a surprised man. Before he could say anything Kate said loudly: “Brian needs a drink! He’s been working hard!”

Stepping back onto the small stage, she pretended to trip and launched the pint of beer all over Brian. Everyone laughed at his predicament as he shook his head to get dry.

Kate put her hand to her mouth in an obviously theatrical “Oh dear.” Then she stepped back into the audience, taking another almost full pint from another man, who didn’t seem to mind. As she went back once more to the stage she pretended to trip again but this time threw the beer all over herself. There was laughter again but this time it sounded affirming rather than mocking.

Kate turned initially away from her audience and smoothed her now soaking t-shirt against her body, before turning to face them, the material clinging tightly and revealingly against her breasts. There approving shouts and one man shouted “Want any more beer, love?”

She smiled in the direction of the shout before shouting back. “No! But I’m wet through! Could you help me get this top off?”

A man strode confidently onto the stage but Kate grabbed his tie just like she had with Brian and moved him where she wanted him. She had him face the audience and then stood in front of him with her back to him. She reached back and took his hands in hers, placing them on her waist. She whispered over her shoulder “Take my top off now.” and put her hands in the air. The man grasped the bottom hem of her t-shirt and lifted it over her head with one move.

Kate felt astonishingly electrified as her breasts bounced into view and she stood wearing just her tiny g-string and high heels before an audience that cheered and applauded as though their team had just won a major trophy. She had no idea what testosterone smells like – or even if it was possible to smell it – but it felt there was an aroma of male lust in the air.

The man let her t-shirt drop to the floor and started to put his hands on her waist but she gave him a playful slap on the wrist and pointed his way back into the crowd. “Bring me champagne.” she ordered. She had spotted several buckets each loaded with a bottle on a table with the bar.

The man brought back a bucket, pulled out the bottle and offered it to her. She didn’t take it but instructed him to undo the wire. When he had removed it she took the bottle from him and pointed him to leave the stage.

Kate now sat on birthday boy’s lap again and whispered in his ear. “Do you like champagne?”

He bodrum escort nodded. Kate stood up and began to pace the stage as she worked the cork loose, occasionally shaking the bottle a little. When it seemed close to release, she stood behind her handcuffed victim, letting her bare breasts rest on his shoulders. She reached around and placed the bottle firmly in his lap before giving the cork a final push. The cork shot into the ceiling and champagne gushed out like an enormous ejaculation, spilling onto Brian’s trousers.

Moving in front of him she poured the rest of the bottle onto her breasts before sitting astride Brian once more and thrusting her tits into his face. He took the hint and eagerly licked the champagne from them, pausing occasionally to suck her nipples.

The audience was going wild. Kate remembered Geoff’s comment that she would be safe because there was “no touching.” at these parties. Well there was plenty of touching this year, but she was safe because she was doing the touching. And enjoying it.

But… what to do now? Where could she take this show next.

Kate picked up her discarded t-shirt from the floor and put it over the birthday boy’s head, blindfolding him.

Then she began to unbuckle his pants. There were shouts of “get them off” from his friends, and other less complementary shouts of “you won’t find anything in there, love!” and “I hope you have better luck than his wife!”

She laughed as she slipped his pants and underwear off, along with his shoes. His cock was small and limp. She hoped this wasn’t going too far. He was probably embarrassed but, hey, he had a suck on her tits.

Still wearing her tiny g-string she sat in his lap and ground her ass against him. She felt his penis growing harder and larger. After a minute she stood again and bent over him, reaching down and giving his balls a brief fondle. She also gave his cock a squeeze and a quick rub. Every eye in the place was still fixed on her. What would she dare to do now?

Kate left the stage again and briefly surveyed the buffet table. She selected a jug of cream and brought it back to the stage, setting it down under Brain’s chair. She had several ideas about what to do with it but then she settled on one she thought might be most memorable,

Kate took Brain’s cock in her left hand again and began to milk it furiously. She whispered “You like that, don’t you?” in his ear. There were obscene comments from the floor but she ignored them. She could sense his orgasm coming very soon and as it squirted she used her left hand, placed strategically on his bare hairy leg, to capture the juice.

Her experience with Nick in the magic show had made her more confident about the taste of spunk and she quickly licked it all from her hand. There were strangely quiet but affirming murmurs from those watching. But she hadn’t finished. Reaching quickly down, she scooped up a little cream from the jug below the chair. She moved her left hand from Brain’s cock to his head and snatched the t-shirt away. As he blinked his vision back to clarity she brought the cream-filled hand to his mouth and pushed it in. “Taste that, honey!” she cried.

He protested at first and tried to move his face away but then looked puzzled. Kate waved a spectator forward and brushed the remaining cream over a nipple, offering it to the man. She let the man lick it off while Brain watched. His face was a picture and there was much loud laughter.

Before the excitement and applause died down, Kate quickly uncuffed the birthday boy, pulled him to his feet, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and whispered “Thanks! Hope you enjoyed yourself!” Then she bowed low to the audience, waved and left the stage, grabbing her bag and t-shirt as she went.

When she reached the small dressing room she was aware of her little heart pounding within, and her pulse racing. Her pussy was soaking wet. What fun that had been!

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