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The chronological order of my stories is at the end of the story. Let me know if you’d prefer I put it back here at the beginning.

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This story contains graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

Part 1 – Prologue – Christmas Conversations

(Author’s note: little bit of groundwork, folks. Thanks in advance for bearing with it.)

“How is she doing?” I asked in my office on December 23d.

“Not too bad.” Lieutenant Cindy Ross replied. “I’ve taken her out shopping, my sister Molly has taken her out shopping, and you’ve restricted her to desk duty for two weeks now and she’s catching up on paperwork. She’s trying. She may never quite get over it, but she’s trying this year.”

We were talking about Lt. Teresa Croyle, whose sister had been wiped out by a drunk driver on a Christmas Eve years before, the same Teresa that beat the shit out of a State’s Senator’s son last Christmas Eve, after he’d killed a mother and two children while driving drunk. The incident caused severe problems for Teresa, which took some effort on my part to overcome, but overcome we did. Still, the Christmas season had different meaning for Teresa than it did for most others.

“Hard to believe it’s been just one year since that incident.” I said. “Amazing what has gone on in that time.”

“You’re not kidding.” said Cindy. “Captain Malone was here, Angela Harlan was here, Pete Feeley was here, Coach Harlan was here, Senator Allen was here, your nephew Ned was out there somewhere, you had a blue crowbar, and you had no sons born…”

“Too bad your year was totally uneventful.” I said, needling my friend and partner, knowing how close this past year had been to being her last on this earth.

“Harrumph. Yeah. I’m just glad to be alive and talking about it.” Cindy replied. “But at least I have a girlfriend and a nephew to buy gifts for.”

“Yes.” I said. “And a sister and race partner, too. The good news is that Teresa agreed to come to the family party at our house tomorrow night, and to stay the night and help be ‘Santa Claus’ for Carole and Jim and Ross. Hopefully, we’ll be able to keep her out of trouble, and make her feel like family.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The party on Christmas Eve was not as large as the year before, when we finally got Teresa’s story out of her and gave her the pictures of her and her sister. Tonight it was me, Laura, Todd, Jeanine, my mother Phyllis, Molly, and our various children. I had also invited Cindy, Jenna, Teresa and Tanya, and of course Baby Pete. Jenna did not come; Cindy said she was feeling under the weather. I hoped that was true, as opposed to Jenna still being mad at me over the treatment of her punk assistant Gor-don, or perhaps problems with Cindy’s sister Molly.

Daniel and Melina Allgood had also declined their invitations; they were spending Christmas Eve with Daniel’s family, which I could understand… except that I thought Daniel’s parents had died and he had no siblings. Maybe he had cousins…

We were doing a ‘Secret Santa’ this year, and I had contrived it so that I would be giving Teresa her present. I gave her a large 36″x24″ frame full of pictures I’d taken of her over the course of the year, many with Cindy, some from their race over the summer, others from inside Police Headquarters and with her Vice Squad. She seemed to like it, and was making an effort to be part of the party. Still, my wife Laura had a good chat with her, to let her vent about her sister, whom she was still remembering…

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“We’re so glad you came.” said Joanne Cummings as she admitted Daniel and Melina Allgood into the home of her cousin, John Cummings. “You remember my friend Seth Warner, I’m sure?”

“Oh yes.” said Daniel, shaking Seth’s hand. Seth and then John Cummings and his wife greeted the Sheriff-elect and his wife. John Cummings had become friends with Daniel while they were on the campaign trail, often appearing together at rallies around the County. And it was neither secret nor surprise that Seth and Joanne had begun dating since being introduced at the Policeman’s Ball by Mrs. Phyllis Troy.

The surprise was that Melina and Joanne had become fast friends when they had met at the Policeman’s Ball. They found that they had in common a love of hunting, as in deer hunting, as well as the shooting sports. They’d even gotten together for lunch twice, and also had used the range at Cummings Outdoors General Store after normal business hours. While Joanne did not out-shoot Melina (hardly anyone bursa escort in the world could do that, but Joanne didn’t know it), she certainly was no slouch with rifle, pistol, or bow-and-arrow.

After an excellent dinner and conversation, John Cummings announced his bombshell. “I am going to be closing Cummings Outdoors General Store.” he told his guests. “I’m not sure I can sell it very quickly, so I’m going to have a ‘Going Out of Business’ sale.”

“Why are you closing the store?” Joanne almost wailed. “You love that store; we all do!” There was a murmur of agreement.”

“Well, I have another store near Lake Amengi-Nunagen.” said Cummings. “Well out of this State, and with the retirement community up there growing and some farming communities springing up, that store is doing well and poised to do better. It will keep me busy.”

Cummings continued: “But the main reason I’m leaving this Town is because of the Election and Katherine Woodburn. You all know about the corrupted processes in both the election and the court cases, so I won’t re-hash that.”

Cummings went on: “But the real issue is that I’ve been audited twice by the Federal BAFTE and once by the State Firearms Bureau. The IRS has also sent a letter that they’re going to audit me. I’m squeaky clean and my lawyer is already on it, but it’s clear I’m going to be harassed until I close down and leave. Woodburn has actually said that out loud to other people.”

“Is there anything you can do, Sheriff?” asked Seth, looking concerned. Seth had been on the receiving end of corrupt Court practices, as well.

“No.” said Daniel. “I can push back against Woodburn, and Commander Troy is aware of this situation and could push back a lot harder, but it’s not going to make a difference to John. I’m not sure why, but someone really wants him out of the County. And not just Katherine Woodburn, even though John here was our State House Representative for six years. There’s something else going on, and we’re just not sure what’s going on.”

“I hate Katherine Woodburn.” Joanne pouted.

“Not as much as I do.” said Seth. “She tried to interfere with my legal case, tried to help my sister out against me. Commander Troy did have a word with the State Ethics Board about that, and my partner Todd’s wife helped with that, too. Woodburn had to back down, but if this is what she’s doing before being sworn in, God only knows what she has planned once she reaches the State Senate.”

Daniel said “John, I’m not sure you can’t find a buyer. The Cosby Brothers opened their Gun and Safe Store a few months ago. I know Bobby Cosby, he was on the Police Force before opening his store. I don’t think they were prepared to expand on their own for some time, but if you check with them they might be willing to buy you out.”

“And if financing is an issue, call me.” said Melina. “I think I can help make some arrangements.” Even Daniel looked at his wife in surprise, wondering what secret Melina possessed that would allow her to facilitate a financial transaction of that magnitude, no matter how well her gym was doing.

“Thanks, guys. I’ll call up the Cosby Brothers the day after tomorrow.” said the very religious John Cummings. “Okay, not another word about any of that. It’s Christmas Eve, let’s celebrate our Lord’s birth…”

“Amen.” said Joanne. Even the not-at-all-religious Melina felt the love as she observed Seth taking Joanne’s hand in his…

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It was midnight and Cindy was looking for Teresa, who was nowhere to be found. “We’d better go look for her.” Cindy said, clearly worried. “I’ll call the Duty Desk and have them tell all patrols to be on the lookout for her, discreetly of course.”

“No, wait.” I said. “Let’s think about where she would likely go. She’s not permitted to be on duty, so any police seeing her at a DUI checkpoint will call me immediately… it is possible that I left instructions for them to do so. That leaves the hospital, or…. oh… yes, of course.”

“Yes, son,” my mother said, steps ahead of me and seeing me figure it out, “I believe you are right.”

“I’m not a Troy.” Cindy said. “How about cluing me in.”

“So you say, my dear.” said Phyllis, a twinkle in her eyes. “But observe and deduce as if you were a Troy. Use your mind, child.”

Cindy thought about it as I went and got my coat and hers. She still had not figured it out as we got into my new silver Police SUV and headed out.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Teresa was sitting on the deck of what was left of The Cabin, looking over the Town as its lights twinkled peacefully on this Christmas Eve. She saw the light of a train just coming out of the western horizon; it was the nearest thing to the Star of the Nativity in sight.

Most of the remains of The Cabin had been cleared in preparation for rebuilding, but there were still a few charred timbers and some ashes and soot around. To her surprise, çanakkale escort Teresa heard what sounded like a step behind her. She looked back, totally stunned to see who it was. She mostly could only see the shock of bright white hair.

“Ah, my dear Ms. Croyle.” said the slender, older man as he came up to her. “My name is Harvey Eckhart, and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance again.”

“You remember me?” Teresa asked. “My husband, now ex-husband, and I attended one of your seminars… but that was years ago, and we were among 1500 people there.”

“Oh, you would be surprised how many people I’ve met that I do remember.” said Eckhart. “But I also know you through your excellent police career, and of course your fine race win with Ms. Ross last summer. A really splendid performance, both of you.”

“Thank you.” said Teresa. “So what brings you here?”

“The same thing that has brought you here.” said Eckhart. “The memory of your sister.”

“You knew her?” Teresa asked, totally stunned.

“Oh, no, my dear, I never had the fortune to meet her.” Eckhart said. “But you are here remembering your sister on the anniversary of her passing. I am here to perhaps be a bit tough on you, however improper it is, and to let you know that while I believe your sister appreciates your thinking of her, she also would very much like for you to be happy, and to move on with your new family.”

“Oh?” Teresa said, becoming skeptical, but not feeling insulted, somehow knowing that Eckhart was here and doing this in order to help her. “What would you know about any of that?”

Eckhart laughed, which sounded a bit more sinister than he intended. “My dear, you are a very important person in the lives of certain people who are very important in my life. And you should allow yourself to be part of their lives. You deserve to be much, much happier than you are, my young friend.”

Teresa stared at Eckhart, unable to believe he was stating her deepest thoughts, some of which she did not realize she had until he’d expressed them for her. Eckhart understood.

“And to show you what I mean, my dear Ms. Croyle,” said Eckhart. “I know you are perched here upon this very dangerous ledge because you are remembering the fire that your insane father set, which burned your home to the ashes. Is that not so, my friend?”

“Yesss…” Teresa hissed.

Eckhart suddenly turned his head, then said “Ah, I believe your new sister and her friend the Iron Crowbar are just arriving…”

Indeed, Cindy and I had just arrived and had heard the last part of the conversation. “Go be with Teresa.” I whispered to her. “I’ll talk to Harvey.”

Eckhart made his way back to me as Cindy moved towards the deck. “Ah, Miss Ross, how wonderful to see you again. I hope your Holiday will be filled with great joy.” he said as they passed each other.

“Likewise, Dr. Eckhart.” Cindy replied. “Don wants to talk to you.”

Eckhart approached me. “Ah, my young friend Donald. How are you this Christmas Eve?”

“Feeling very blessed, Dr. Eckhart, feeling very blessed.” I said. “And you?”

“Likewise, certainly.” Eckhart said, beaming. “Now that your young friend’s soul sister has arrived, I’ll take my leave of you. I hope you’ll have a wonderful Christmas, and New Year as well.”

“Harvey…” I said, getting his attention. “I do appreciate that loan you arranged so that I can rebuild–” I pointed at the ruins of The Cabin, “– all this.”

“Ah, I will not pretend ignorance on that.” Eckhart said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I have more money than I could hope to spend. What better way to use some of that than to help you restore the home you love… and to be honest, the view I’ve come to love as well?”

“But I will ask you to do this.” Dr. Eckhart said, his voice rising slightly in the passion of his words.. “Design the new home yourself, and really let your mind flow as you do. I believe that if you do that, what will be produced will be a truly wonderful thing!”

“I will do that.” I said. “And thank you for helping my friend here, and helping Luisa Gomez in the hospital… and I have not forgotten that night in Cindy’s hospital room…” I extended my hand.

Harvey grasped my hand in a thumb-to-thumb handshake, and both our other hands came up to cover our joined hands. “I’m here to help you any time you need it, my young friend Donald. Any time.” I knew that he meant it. And that I would need that help, and that price would not be an object…

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

They sat there for a very long time, side by side, on the dangerously unstable deck of The Cabin, not saying anything. Finally, Teresa said to Cindy “Thank you.”

“For what?” Cindy asked.

“For letting me sit here and remember my sister.” Teresa said.

“Why here?” Cindy asked, idly curious.

“The smell.” Teresa said. She took a breath and exhaled, then said “It smells like the fire that my father çankırı escort set, that burned our house down the night Alexis died. It reminds me of that night. I’ve always felt that if… if I don’t remember Alexis, especially on this night, she’ll be…. she’ll be forgotten.” Tears began streaming down Teresa’s face.

“I see.” Cindy said. “But she’s not forgotten, and won’t be. But you don’t have to do this to remember her.” Cindy’s own thoughts wondering how Don and his mother had known that… and that Teresa would be up here at The Cabin. Geez, no criminal has a chance in hell in this County with those two at work…

“It…” Teresa said, faltering, then gathering her strength and continuing, feeling that she needed to, “it’s what makes me what I am. It’s what drives me.”

“I can understand that.” Cindy said, “But at the same time, you’ve got a new family to take care of, not the least of which is your current race partner whose girlfriend wouldn’t come to the party and whose other sister is making me change diapers.”

“Other sister?” Teresa asked.

“Yes.” Cindy said firmly. “You’re my sister and I am your sister, and we’ll remember Alexis together… but I think she’d want us to move on, and remember her without trying to cause ourselves pain, especially by sitting on an unstable deck in the cold in the middle of the night.”

“Okay, okay,” Teresa said. “That’s what Harvey Eckhart said, too. Is he really psychic?”

“Probably.” said Cindy. “And Don and his mother are, too. If they were all related, I’d say it runs in the family.” Teresa couldn’t help but laugh at that one.

Part 2 – Friday Night Action

“So,” said Teresa Croyle, “when are you going to come up here and join our Police Force?” It was Friday night, the day after Christmas.

Molly Evans sighed, then replied “Probably never. As much as I’d love to come up here, and Don could see Ross so much more often, it wouldn’t be very good. I can’t work with the Detectives because of the nepotism laws in this State and Cindy being my sister, and I’m sure as hell not working in Records, no disrespect to them intended. I guess I could be in I.A. But I also like it where I am, down in Midtown. My people are good people, too. And we still consider you one of our good people, even if you did come back up here.”

“That’s true about Cindy being your sister; and yes, your people are good people too.” Teresa said. “And I don’t need to be Don or his mother to observe that there’s still tension between you and Cindy over Jenna… or more specifically, Cindy’s orientation in general.”

“Well,” Molly said, “I’ve come to grips with that, though my– our parents have not.” Teresa peered at Molly as the ruggedly lovely blonde continued: “I’m not avoiding Cindy, and I’m happy to bring Ross up so she can see him or have her down to see him.”

“Speaking of Ross, where is he now?” Teresa asked.

“His grandmother has him.” Molly said. “Phyllis just loves him.” Molly, Teresa, Cindy and Jenna had gone out to dinner earlier in the evening, and Phyllis had done babysitting duty, also caring for Carole and Jim while their parents Don and Laura were at yet another reception given by Dr. Wellman, President of the University. Molly was staying with Teresa while up in Town for Christmas.

“So how are thing down in Midtown?” Teresa asked.

“Quiet, at least right now.” said Molly. “All the politicians are out of town, back in their home districts. We don’t have a University there, so the DUIs and general disorderly conduct isn’t too bad. But in January? Sheesh. The lobbyists come into town, take the politicians out to expensive dinners with free-flowing liquor, and we really can’t touch them because the politicians do the driving, and politicians can’t be arrested while the Legislature is in session. And our Internal Affairs Department also gets busy during this time of year as politicians bribe cops every which way. They’re missing you in that area.”

“I liked being down there while I was there,” said Teresa, “but there is no place like up here. But it’s going to be busy and hard for Don. As much as he tries to hide it, the responsibilities he’s taken on, in addition to trying to help us solve as many crimes as possible, are going to take a toll on him.”

“Yes.” Molly said. “Laura has mentioned that, also. She says that I have to help her keep Don well satisfied in bed to keep his stress levels down…”

“Like uncle, like nephew.” Teresa said. “Since starting up that business of his, he’s been insatiable, and that’s after fucking his secretary every morning and his wife every night, and he is still coming on strong for more…”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Meanwhile, Cindy and Jenna were in the kitchen, preparing after-dinner desserts and drinks. “I know she’s trying, but your sister just does not like me.” said Jenna.

“She’s trying, Jenna.” Cindy said. “She is trying. We have to meet her halfway, like tonight, and go with what we get.”

“So, what happened with all that about your parents going to Midtown instead of here when Ross was born?” Jenna asked. She knew the answer; she was trying to get Cindy riled up. And Jenna wasn’t happy that Molly was not totally accepting of her and Cindy’s sexual orientation.

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Wow. Just wow.

It was hard for me to believe she was even considering it.

The gig she was offered was pretty far out of her comfort zone and I would have suspected that she would have shot down the offer without a second thought.

“Are you seriously thinking about doing this?” I asked incredulously. “It seems like it would be a big departure from your usual thing.”

My wife Catherine is a dancer. She has danced all her life. She majored in dance in college and actually works a day job as an administrator for an international dance company. Her side hustle is burlesque. Actually, I call it “burlesque-light” as it is generally pretty tame, light-hearted stuff. A few years ago she decided to start teaching burlesque classes and has had a fair measure of success in the endeavour. Her students, the number of which varies, always have a great time and feel beautiful, sexy and empowered. It’s not really about titillation but more about the music, the movement and the costumes. In short: the artistry. She has put together a couple of full-blown burlesque troupe performances in small theatres in the area and although they weren’t total sell-outs, those in attendance were wonderfully entertained and showed their “whoop and holler” appreciation. The amount of flesh exposed was pretty minimal by classic burlesque standards so there was never any push back from anyone in the community

The gals got down to sparkly bras and underpants before beating a retreat from the stage. However, the last show that Cate did showed her exposing more of her body than she had ever done previously. Her “seven veils” routine had her go down to a tight-fitting, black see-though body suit type top (no bra! yes!) and very sexy underwear. You could see almost all of her gorgeous tits as they hung down and swayed alluringly on her chest. Her nipples were covered by pasties (damn) and her panties, although not a thong, did expose a substantial amount of butt cheek, much to the delight of myself and the other audience members.

I confess that the idea of her exposing herself to an audience is, and was, quite the turn on for me. Ok, so I’m a bit of a perv. So what? In bitlis escort any event, you get the picture. Nothing too raunchy. Nothing really stripper-y. Just a bit of teasing fun and some ribald adult entertainment.

“Yeah. No doubt.” Cate said, “But the job pays way more money than I’ve ever made from doing this stuff and we could definitely use the cash. Sasha (one of Cate’s students) says that her husband Jason’s company is flying in all of his managers for meetings of some kind and they both think that it would be fun for all of them to experience a private burlesque show after their last day of meetings and their closing night dinner. I guess she was raving about me and showed him some video of my performances from the last show we did and he suggested that she ask me if I would be willing to do a few numbers for the men in a private venue. She says there will only be twelve guys including her husband. The place is more like a big cigar lounge than a big meeting or convention room, so it would be a pretty intimate setting, and it’s right in the hotel where they will all be staying. They must have tons of money to throw around because his offer is pretty over the top and the place seems like what the British would call “posh.”

“Do you have a few numbers that you could do without tons of rehearsal?” I asked. “And when is this all supposed to happen?”

“I’m pretty sure I do.” She replied, “I can maybe do the one that he saw from the show that got a good response and I’ve got a couple that I’ve been working on with my students that I could just polish up a bit. Shouldn’t be a problem as far as that’s concerned. What concerns me the most is dancing and peeling off layers in front of a dozen strange, probably alcohol-lubricated men in an intimate space. Pretty up close and personal compared to the places I usually perform in. Sasha tells me that I would be the only female there as all of the managers that will be present, of course, are men. I confess that the situation makes me a just a little bit nervous but I’m sure there is noting to worry about. I’m not sure of the actual date of the meetings but I’ll find out bolu escort when I decide if I want to do this. What do you think?”

“Well, just the idea of you parading around, bumping and grinding in skimpy outfits in front of a room full of inebriated business men from out of town, are the things that fantasies are made of. Well, for me anyway.” I teased. “You know how I’m always telling you to flaunt that gorgeous body of yours in more revealing costumes. If I’m honest the whole thing gets my motor revving. And although it’s an old motor, it can still kinda rev.” (I’m 20 years older than my wife and somedays feel like I’m approaching a hundred.)

“Good grief. There is something seriously wrong with you.” She said chuckling while she started to change to get ready to go and teach. “What is the big thrill with that? Is is it some ‘look at my hot wife, male possession thing’? Well, as much as I appreciate your appreciation – I am not a possession, buster.”

“Yeah, that’s not it. I don’t consider you a possession. Your body is your own. No disrespect, but I guess it is kind of a show off thing. I really do get a sense of pride when I see you being admired and lusted after. It’s a buzz hearing the cheers and all that when you are doing your thing and are in full on tease-the-boys mode.” I said. “I think it’s great that they all want you but I’m the one you’re leaving with.”

“Well, that’s nice to hear honey. I’m glad you feel that way. Anyway, I’m going to find out a little bit more about the gig when I have lunch with Sasha and Jason tomorrow. I’ll keep you posted.”

I followed her into the bedroom where I watched slack jawed as she stripped off her “lounging-at-home” sweat pants and t-shirt to change for class. When she removed her sports bra and those lovely, heavy jugs dropped out, I let out a loud moan and just stared. Her beautiful, soft tits were capped with big brown areolae and long, permanently hard nipples that I never tire of pinching and pulling on (sometimes to her annoyance.) The vision got even better when she slid her everyday bikini panties down to the floor exposing her beautifully bald pubic burdur escort area. I got that nice tingly sensation south of the border as I feasted my eyes on my naked wife (more on that tingly sensation later.)

She doesn’t keep her pussy shaved all the time because she hates the itch as it grows back and she is just too lazy to shave every time she showers. However, on the nights that we plan on engaging in “shenanigans” (as we’ve come to call it) she makes sure that she is hairless for me as I really love to go down on that beautiful bald cunt. She has a nice soft, plump mound, puffy outer lips, and cute, slightly distended inner lips that come out to play when her long dancer legs are spread wide for me. I love taking the entire area in my mouth and sucking and feasting on it before starting in with the serious tongue action. Her hard little clit will poke itself out from under its hood when excited and is a sure sign that her climax is approaching.

So, if you’re wondering why I didn’t jump on her the moment she got naked, it takes us back to that aforementioned tingling sensation. Just some background. I unfortunately have a serious case of ED and Cate and I have tried all manner of medication and performance enhancing compounds to get that tingling sensation to become a full blown erection. So far, no real luck. Maybe it’s my age. Maybe it’s partly psychological. Or maybe it’s a medical condition. We don’t know. We can get half way there but that’s about it. I am still able to orgasm thanks to her professional quality oral ministrations and I can bring her off with fingers, tongue, lips and devices (if necessary) so we do have a more than satisfactory sex life. However, I know that she loves penetration. Always has. Back when I was able to get a serviceable boner I loved nothing better than pounding her hard into the mattress (for me – preferably from behind or spoon) and I know from her moans and gasps (and sometimes, screams) that she loved it too. She tells me that it is not a big deal that it is no longer on our sexual menu but I can’t help thinking that she is saying that for the benefit of my feelings and ego. Sigh. It’s a little depressing at times but we’ll keep working on it.

I often think that I would give up anything just to be able to give that to her again. An iron bar hard cock hammering into that tight, wet pussy. I refuse to give up though.

She deserves to have it all. She’s a very special woman.

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“Almost there. Almost there,” I panted. “Come on.” Sweat dripped off of my body. My legs ached from the exertion. My chest burned as I desperately sucked in lungfuls of air.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Barbara my wife panted back. Beads of sweat stood on her skin and tiny rivulets ran down her slender neck. Her leg muscles rippled with exertion and her ample chest rose up and down with each of her ragged breaths.

“Aaaaah!” We exclaimed in unison. “Made it!” We both stopped running and leaned over, hands on our knees as we caught our breath. We’d been out jogging along the greenway that ran behind our house and had reached our agreed upon finish line three miles from where we started. The greenway was a paved path through the forest behind our housing subdivision. I loved running or working out with my wife. We pushed ourselves physically, stretching and striving to keep ourselves fit. We’d had our first date at the gym together, and strenuous exercise was a regular part of our lives.

It was a beautiful Fall morning. The leaves were ablaze with color and sunlight filtered through the trees at a steep angle the way it does early in the day. It was chilly, but not cold and it was rapidly warming as the sun climbed higher. In short, it was a perfect morning for an outdoor run.

“You remember that place?” my wife asked pointing into the woods as we paced back and forth recovering.

I looked at the foliage around us to where Barbara was pointing. It was small field of boston ferns about fifty feet off the pathway. A ray of sunlight pierced the tree tops and shone on it like a spot light. I recognized it immediately.

“I sure do,” I answered finally catching my breath. “That field of ferns is where I saw a guy getting a blow job from his girlfriend in broad day light. When I told you about that, you told me that you’d been recording us in the bedroom. And that started your video porn hobby, which eventually lead us to Cynthia and the Wine Club.”

“I’m glad you remember,” Barbara said smiling at me. “Come here,” she reached out to me. Damp with sweat, and our hearts still beating fast from our run, we walked hand-in-hand off the path through the light dappled underbrush toward the ferns.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about this place since we got back together with Cynthia at the Wine Club,” Barbara began.

My mind flashed instantly back to that evening. Barbara and Cynthia had met at work about two years before. Cynthia had been a seasonal temp worker who had just gotten out of a very toxic marriage. She’d fallen deeply in love with a new man and had asked Barbara to teach her how to sexually please him. I’d wound up being a live teaching aid for blowjob lessons with Barbara as the teacher. We learned quickly that Cynthia was a suppressed sexual tigress and she released her inner animal with us that night.

We’d lost touch with her after that and then reunited with a few months ago via an invitation to a wine tasting at her “wine club”. There we learned firsthand that Cynthia and her long term boyfriend Ted had become swingers, and the club was where they shared wild sexual escapades with like minded friends. Barbara and I had experienced our first group sexual encounter that night. It had been eye-opening and it was a frequent topic of conversation between us. It made us question and explore our sexual boundaries and we’d discovered that our limits were more flexible than we’d ever imagined.

“I’ve been thinking that I’d like know this place for myself,” Barbara shook me out of my reverie as we walked. She let go of my hand and began squirming in her t-shirt. One arm then another disappeared under the cloth as she pulled them up her sleeves. She wriggled a bit more and then pulled her sports bra out from under the hem of her shirt. Her gorgeous 34 DD breast swayed free barely restrained by the damp cotton.

“I was thinking how you described it so well, and got so excited by it. I thought we should experience it first-hand.” Barbara turned to face me as we stood in the thigh-high ferns then pulled her shirt up high so that her luscious globes were exposed to the cool air. Her nipples instantly stood up rigidly.

She put her hands against my chest and let them drift down to my running shorts. “I know how much you love being in the outdoors,” she said and slid her fingers under the elastic waist band. “I’d like to share that, hands on. You wouldn’t deny me a hands-on experience would you?” She tugged firmly at the nylon and my shorts dropped down around my ankles.

Our night at the wine club had been foursome sex with Cynthia and her friend Marlene in the middle of her friend’s day spa. While the spa was private, our activities weren’t. We had been surrounded by ten or twenty club members, all swingers. It was not only our first group sex experience, but also our very first serious foray into exhibitionism. Since then, Barbara and I had done some things in public, all very mild, and nothing like what she ardahan escort was about to happen in the middle of the ferns within easy sight of the greenway.

Barbra wrapped her hands around my rapidly swelling cock and dropped to her knees onto the soft ground. In an instant her mouth was on my rod, licking and sucking me to a steel hard erection. With her typical aggressive hand and tongue motions she quickly pushed me toward a crashing orgasm. But before I tipped uncontrollably over the edge, Barbara stopped and sat back on her heels.

“This is so hot,” she said. “I need you right now. I need your fat cock in me.” She rose part way up and yanked down her shorts. Then she turned around onto all fours and suck her rear up in the air. “Fuck me! Fuck me right now!” she exclaimed.

The sunlight illuminated her tight, upturned butt. Her pink pussy lips, swollen and wet with desire glistened. In the cool morning air, a thin wisp of steam rose up, demonstrating her burning lust. I paused, framing the image and burning it into my brain. I was going to take my very horny and desperate wife, who was willing, even anxious, to expose herself and her passion to a random passerby as her husband fucked her amidst the ferns.

I knelt down behind her. My rigid cock bobbed in front of me. I ran my hand up along her wet, pouting labia. “Mmmmm,” I intoned. “You are so hot.” I slid two fingers into her pussy, making a point of rubbing them across her rough G-spot.

Barbara purred and rocked back toward me, forcing my fingers deeper into her.”Don’t tease. Give me that fat cock.”

I put the tip of my rod against the rim of her opening, savoring Barbara’s wetness. I paused for a moment, then leaned forward, heavily. My hard pole slid smoothly into her, all the way until my pelvis pressed against her tight loins.

“Ooooh,” my wife moaned. “That feels so good.” She wiggled her hips back and forth grinding herself against me.

I pulled back drawing the tip of my cock to the edge of her opening. I hesitated again, waiting for Barbara’s reaction. It didn’t take long.

“More!” was her one word command.

I drove my hips forward, spearing her roughly.

“Yessss!” Barbara exclaimed and arched her back.

I drew back and then began thrusting as fast and hard as I could, roughly pounding in and out of Barbara. With each push I drove her forward, forcing her hands and knees into the soft earth.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She called rhythmically over and over in time with my motions. I knew that she was just as close as I was. I grit my teeth, struggling to hold off my own release. At last, her pussy clamped down hard on my cock. Her climax swept over her and that triggered my own orgasm. With a deep groan I let loose a flood of semen into Barbara.

I gripped her hips holding us tightly together as our mutual climax peaked and then faded. After what seemed like ages, we both relaxed and I leaned onto her sweaty back.

“That was amazing,” I said, withdrawing my sticky, wet and deflated cock from Barbara’s pussy.

“Yes it was,” she replied rolling over so that she was sitting in front of me. “Are you glad we christened the ferns for ourselves?” She pulled up her shorts and drew her shirt back down over her breasts.

“You bet,” I answered and pulled up my own shorts then sat next to her.”But I can’t believe that we did this out here, in the open.”

“Problem?” she asked with raised eyebrows.

I thought for a moment. “Not at all,” I answered. “As long as we don’t wind up in jail or in the ER, I’ll do anything with you,” I quipped using the line we’d long shared with each other.

Barbara laughed and stood up. She reached her hand down to me. “Let’s head home. We need a shower.”

I stood up next to my incredible wife and together we walked out of the ferns and back onto the paved greenway. Along the way, I felt the my limp cock leaking the last dribbles of cum into my running shorts. I looked down and saw a bloom of wetness spread across my crotch, a clear testament to our carnal activities. I wasn’t alone in that either. Long streaks of gooey fluid, our mixed cum, ran down the inside of Barbara’s legs and she too had a large, dark blotch on the front of her shorts that matched my own. Dirt stained her hands and knees. The strong aroma of our sexual encounter that rose up from us as we walked, completed the image of two horny lovers rutting together in the forest.

Back on the greenway, we began our walk home. Barbara clasped my hand in hers and carried her folded bra in her other. She let the straps hang down and deliberately swung them back and forth at her side. Anybody looking would be able to see that she was carrying underclothes. Her sweaty t-shirt was snug across her chest, and her still erect nipples tented the fabric as her breasts swayed with each step that she took. We ran into other people exercising along the path in the clear morning air. Those that met us face artvin escort on, all seemed to hesitate or startle as they saw us and smelled the powerful scent rising off our bodies. One older lady walking with her elderly companion, both clearly a little hard of hearing, remarked as she passed us, “I think they were fucking in the woods dear.” Barbara smiled at me and squeezed my hand. We both broke out in laughter at that comment, but I felt happy and proud. Happy that I could satisfy the love of my life and proud that we are both willing to show off all the evidence of our deep love for each other.

“So what does it feel like?” Barbara asked as we walked.

“What do you mean? ” I answered.

“What does it feel like to you, when we have sex?”

I thought for a moment unsure how to describe the incredible sensations. “Warm, tight, wet, smooth. It’s like the most sensitive part of me being enveloped, micrometer by micrometer.” A thought struck me, “It’s almost as if your vagina is a mouth savoring me like some kind of sumptuous food or wine. It’s unbelievable.” I gripped Barbara’s hand, raised it to my lips, and kissed it. “What really makes in so incredible though is the way I feel about you. I am so connected to you. Being physically connected in such an intimate way is an extension of what I feel inside of me. That’s what’s so amazing.”

Barbara slid her arm around my waist and hugged me to her. “That’s so sweet,” she said and sighed. She looked at me, her eyes set with determination, “But what’s it feel like to fuck me, to thrust your hips back and forth and bang in and out of me? Is it hard work? Do you get tired? Does all that crashing hurt?”

I chuckled both from the bluntness of her questions and the idea that our coupling might be painful. “It most certainly doesn’t hurt,” I answered. “It feels great. I love the feel of our skin slapping together. The thrusting sometimes is tiring; especially if I’m able to go on for a while before I cum. I like going for as long as I can.” I smiled down at my petite wife. “But that’s like running or exercising; it feels really good to work the muscles, especially my love muscles,” I poked Barbara playfully in the ribs. “Seriously though, it does feel good to work my muscles with you. I like it out here when we’re running, and I like it in the bedroom when we’re making love. I like making an effort, and being a little sore afterwards just heightens the pleasure for me.” I hugged her back as we walked. “We’re so worth it.”

“Hmmm,” Barbara said, clearly deep in thought as we reached our house.

“What made you ask that?” I queried.

“Just wondering that’s all,” Barbara answered obviously redirecting the conversation. I had a feeling that we’d somehow address her curiosity another day. “Let’s get showered.” She looked at me, the sparkle of lust back in her eyes. “I need to make sure that you get all of your nooks and crannies clean. Can’t trust you to do it yourself.”

The shower that we shared was as sensuous as we’d ever had despite our earlier orgasmic release. Barbara slid her soapy hands all over my body, paying special attention to my nether regions. She cleaned and polished my hairless balls and cock until they roiled and swelled with renewed vigor under her touch. Likewise, I made sure that her bountiful breasts and wonderful nipples were especially clean, taste testing them after rinsing.

“Need to be sure that your clean back here too,” my wife said sliding her slippery fingers down the full length of my butt crack. “Like I said, every nook and cranny,” she ran her fingers sensuously over the pucker of my hole. “Even in here,” she penetrated me with her long finger.

We spent a long time in the shower pleasing each other in every way that we could. Eventually the hot water ran out and we piled out of the shower shivering and laughing at ourselves for having turned into prunes under the water while we played.

“That felt really good,” Barbara said drying her hair.

“Which part?” I asked.

She wrapped the towel around her head in a turban the way that women do, then wrapped both arms around me. “All of it. Every single bit of it,” she said and hugged me tightly.

We finished getting ready side-by-side in contented silence. The glow of our togetherness was enough to fill the space, and words weren’t necessary. After, we went down to our kitchen for a late breakfast of fresh fruit, eggs, bacon and toast. It was a hearty meal after all of our strenuous physical activity of the morning. Sitting on our screened in porch after we ate, and enjoying hot mugs of coffee we chatted. Our conversation, as always, was easy and drifted from topic to topic. Eventually Barbara asked, “Were you scared?”

“What do you mean?” I replied.

“Were you scared having sex in public?” She clarified.

I thought for a moment. “Which time?” I answered.

“Huh?” Barbara said. “What do you mean ‘which time’? Have you been bodrum escort screwing around without me?”

I laughed. “Hardly. Not only do I not need or want anybody else, but I value my life and wouldn’t risk it for a second rate roll in the hay with anyone else.”

“You got that right mister,” she said and playfully punched me in the arm. “But what do you mean? There’s only been one time and that was this morning. Or is your memory already fading?”

“Well,” I began, “Did you forget about that little incident at the Wine Club with Cynthia and Marlene?”

Barbara’s eyes widened as she remembered that night.

“I’d consider that public, out in the middle of the spa. If I recall correctly, you know with my fading memory and all,” I added with a touch of sarcasm, “afterwards we got audience accolades for our performance.”

Barbara smiled as I reminded her. “Yeah. I guess that counts. But I meant about screwing in the woods by the greenway this morning. Were you scared doing that?”

“A little,” I said truthfully. “I really would not want our pictures on the front page of the newspaper for that. Serious consequences and all you know.”

Barbara nodded thoughtfully.

I leaned over to her and kissed her on the cheek, “But it was kind of fun, scary fun.”

My wife smiled back at me.

“You really seemed into it, being in public and all,” I said. “I had no idea that you have such an exhibitionist streak.”

Barbara blushed again.

“And the way you waved your bra around while we walked back home. It was like you were showing off or something” I added.

The red on her face deepened.

“That really turned you on didn’t it?” I said more gently.

Barbara sat quietly then said, “Yes. I loved it. It was exhilarating. Part of it was like being on a roller coaster, like you said scary fun. And part of it was…,” she paused, obviously struggling to find the right words. “I don’t know, just plain hot being naked and out in the open, where somebody else can see me, can see us.” My wife gazed at me, trying to judge my reaction.

“Go on,” I quietly urged her.

“I felt so sexy. The way you looked at me, made me feel beautiful, desirable. I just knew that you wanted me really badly, and were willing to show that. I liked it. I liked making you all horny. There was this look in your eyes, and the way you held your head,”

I smirked.

“I mean the one on the top of your shoulders, naughty boy,” she teased. “I could tell you were all hot and bothered. And I knew that I made you that way. It felt great, empowering, I didn’t want to stop. And,” she added with emphasis, “I was okay if everyone could see what we do for each other; the way we turn each other on, the way we adore each other, how wonderful and incredible it is.” Barbara squirmed in her chair. “It makes me hot just thinking about it.”

“I know what you mean,” I said. “With both heads.”

Barbara laughed at my double entendre.

“No really. You are the sexiest person I know. Not only are you gorgeous on the outside, but your inner beauty, your inner self, that lusty animal hunger that you have, that I love, just bursts out of you. I absolutely, positively adore that. When you’re showing it off, it drives me crazy in the best way possible. It’s the most incredible feeling being in the aura of that.” My words came out in a rush as I tried to explain it to my wife.

“I like being sexy for you,” Barbara reached for my hand and held it firmly in hers.

We sat in silence for long minutes, basking in the glow of each other.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to try,” Barbara broke the silence.

I raised my eyebrows at her, not sure what she was going to say.

“I want you to take pictures of me,” she said.

I raised my eyebrows higher.

“I’ve had fun videoing us, but I think still picture modeling would be different. It would compliment the videos that I’ve made, that we’ve made. You take such good photos, they’re beautiful. I’d like to pose for you, be beautiful and sexy for you, expose myself for you, be desirable for you. I want to be naughty eye candy for you and for your camera,” Barbara reached over and patted my groin, “I’ll bet I can make you all hot and bothered, drive you crazy like you said,” She rubbed me harder, “I’ll be the centerfold that you can jerk off to when I’m not around, just like when you were a kid.”

I tried with limited success to ignore her hand motions. “What did you have in mind?” I asked.

“You know that picture of the woman and the snake that you like?” she said referring the famous Richard Avedon photo of Natasha Kinski. “Or those baby pictures that Anne Geddes does? I’d like something artsy like that. Close-ups, sexy, explicit, but nothing that would identify me; so that we don’t wind up on the front page of the newspaper.”

My mind raced with ideas: tight shots of her gorgeous breasts and rigid nipples, the curve of Barbara’s butt cheek where it dips to join the soft skin at the back of her thigh, the tip of her tongue licking ruby red lips, a close up of the glistening fold of her swollen labia. Or perhaps shots of her fingers raking along the smooth skin of her hip leaving red marks in their wake. A thousand ideas popped into my head.

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I had just gotten home from backpacking around Asia for a few months; and everything had changed, my girlfriend of two years broke up with me, the club I bounced with closed, and I had arrived back in the states to late to get any of the classes I needed. So I crashed with my parents, smoked weed all day hung out with my friends all night, and did the craigslist job search. But I didn’t really want a job, I liked not really doing anything, it felt great; I had never in my life really had nothing to do, I had always worked, always had something to accomplish.

But as most of my friends were either working or still In college I had little to do during the day; I’d watch movies, smoke weed, play video games, smoke weed, eat, smoke weed….. It grew kind of boring.

Now that I had start myself down the road of sexual deviance, I need a new partner, but the club girls where boring, I didn’t want my friends to really know what weird shit I was into, so I turned to my old friend the internet for help.

Craigslist was a bust, nothing but fakes, guys posing as chicks, and bots. Facebook was still mostly for college students, I think at the time you still need a college e-mail to get an account, but there was glorious MySpace.

MySpace when, MySpace was the shit! You made up a profile or in my case two, one for friends, and the other for fun. A lot of the profiles you’d find were again; guys posting as chicks, or bots, but there were some real freaks on there as well. I remember the two I actually met and actually did something with, the older chick and the younger chick. This is the story of me and the older chick, as the younger girl is still ongoing.

Her name was Jennifer, her display name had been Jessygottaphatty, and I mean come on what horny 21 year old guy wouldn’t to click on that. She was a big girl, not fat but tall wide and curve, big double-D’s, and a fat spanking ass. I immediately started to get hard just looking through her pictures, I sent her a friend request and immediately was accepted. I commented her pictures she commented mine, we exchanged e-mails, then started to im.

I found out she had recently graduated from Rutgers, and was working as an entry level data analyst with Morgan Stanley, I told her about my boredom having nothing to do during the day.

We chatted for a few days, the messages getting naughtier and naughtier, we exchanged stories of our past exploits; I told her about my 3-way relationship with the two Asian girls I had met during my stint as a bouncer, she told me of her lesbian relationship she had been in, in college.

After that we started to talk on the phone, mostly just phone sex, sometimes she would call me while she was at work, she was always horny, she would be in the bathroom fingering herself, using a dildo, or a vibrator, I would of course strip down and jerk bayburt escort off, neither of us saying anything.

The problem was she lived at home and so did I, neither of us could host and she lived in jersey while I lived in NYC. After weeks and weeks of just phone play during the week I got a random text msg from her.

Call me now.

So of course I whipped out my cell phone and called.

I could hear giggling, and the sound of cars in the background

“Hey whets up sexxxy?’ I asked, drawing out the x’s.

She giggled “I’m coming to the city tonight so I hope you don’t have any plans”

I was stunned, I had been beginning to think would never meet my internet vixen, and a little scared that she wouldn’t look like her pictures, or wouldn’t like me once we met.”Of, course… where should we meet?”

“It’s my friends 25th birthday we’re going to Webster hall “she said. I could hear the girls giggling in the background.

I knew the club it was downtown, I knew a few of the bouncers so I knew I could get hooked up with drinks as I was nearly broke and jobless.

We setup a time and place to meet, and just as I was hanging up I heard.

“I’m going to rape your body” and a chorus of giggles before silence.

I smoked spliff and took a nap, when I woke I got ready; shave, shower, and a jerk. Called up a few friends to join up with me and headed downtown.

We pregamed pretty hard on the train so by the time we got down we were quite tipsy. The girls had planned to meet us at a pizza shop across the street and there they were, there she was.

Just a little bit under 6ft pretty, and unbelievably curvy, my dick was immediately hard. I waved and she squealed with delight and ran over to me. Throwing her arms around me, my own immediately slid from her lower back down to grope her ass, she giggled as I gave her a quick pinch.

Just wanted to see if this was real” I said laughing.

Her eyes promised more, much more.

We all got introduced, smoked a quick spliff, and got online, my hand never far from her ass.

Luckily my friend was working the door, and let us in once he saw me, he also hooked me up with drink tickets, which I was very thankful for, and we entered the club.

It was early barely 11but the place was popping we got drinks and a table and just talked for awhile everybody was getting nice and acquainted, and ripped, when she drags me away from the group onto the dance floor.

The music playing was reggaeton, and dancing to it was like fucking, I at first we danced face to face then moving with the rhythm I spun her around so her back was to me, my hands rand up and down her body, I could feel her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her low cut bodice. They grew hard at my exploration, and I pinched them, I could bilecik escort her gasp then moan. I quickly spun her again and our eyes met and so did our lips. Our tongues exploring our cavernous mouths, our hands roaming around each other’s bodies. Finally we broke the kiss each of us breathing hard. We continued to dance, i pushed her head down and she was in the doggy position as I grinded my now rock hard dick across her ass, she grabbed my ass and held on as she rode me.

When it was done we went to go back to the table, but our friends were gone, we found a corner and started to make out.

There was nothing but her our make out session got hot and heavy real quick, I slipped one of her tits out and started to suck while she began giving me a hand job right in the middle of the club. Finally it was too much I grabbed her by the hand remembering to stuff my swollen cock back in my pants as I dragged her into the bathroom.

Luckily there was an empty stall and I quickly pushed her in and shut the door behind me, using my body to prop the door closed. I pushed her to her knees and unzipped my pants; her hands attacked it before it could spring out of my boxers. In one swift motion she had it out and in her mouth, at first going so fast I nearly came, and had to yell for her to slow down. She got into a nice slow pace and I was able to control myself as she bobbed back and forth on my shaft, after awhile I grabbed the back of her head and started forcing her to swallow it all, face fucking her like I knew I would soon be fucking her other holes. I could hear her gasping for air, and let her pull her lips off my dick, her hands went back on.

“I want to drink daddy” she said in her tear streaked face, saliva was dripping down the side of her mouth and I couldn’t control myself, I unleashed my load all over her face, and into her mouth.

I sat down o the toilet as she cleaned herself off, I watched as she licked all the cum she could reach with her tongue up and then cleaned the rest of with toilet paper. I could see she was still horny and my dick was not done, but we had been in the stall to long, so we quickly ran out past the clapping guys who had no doubt heard us in the stall

Grabbing more drink we found her friends, two had been dancing with my friends the other was talking to some guys she had met, we all got back on to the dance floor but it was clear she wanted me by myself, I maneuvered us into a dark corner where we continued our kissing and heavy petting. My hand crept up her skirt; I could feel her wetness pouring down her legs as my hand inched further up until I could feel her trembling lips.

Sticking my finger in quickly removed it and brought the finger up to my lips, staring at her I put the finger in my mouth savoring the taste of her sex, she grabbed bingöl escort the back of my head and pulled me down for a hard kiss, her hands went to my zipper, and before I knew it I was sliding in, I could hear her gasp as I pushed her up against the wall, she bit into my shoulder as she screamed in orgasm, I had only thrust in twice or so but the sheer thought of getting caught had made her cum.

We knew we needed more room so we left the club before I could cum, texting our friends that we were leaving we hopped in a cab to the west side where there’s a motel mad for club hookups.

On 12th ave the furthest block you can go before you hit the west side highway is a motel made for cheaters, internet dates, hookers, escorts, bar and club hookups; basically if you looking for a place to fuck, this is it.

We barely made it, in the cab our hands were furious, i couldn’t keep my mouth off of her breasts, my fingers sliding in and out of her wet holes, the cab driver nearly threw us out when she started to give me another blowjob, but we were already there.

We paid for the cab, early threw the money in the receptionist face as we grabbed our keys and dashed to the room. I tried to tear off her clothes, but she danced away, pushing me on to the bed I could see my reflection in the mirror attached to the ceiling.

Wiggling her finger at me she quickly turned around and all I could do was stare at her ass, I wanted to bite it, lick it, fuck it.

I could hear music as she turned around more of the deep Latin beats we had danced to in the club, she started to dance shaking her ass very suggestively, she started to strip, first removing her top, revealing her large breast I had fallen in love with sucking on. She must have felt my gaze as she slithered over to me swaying her hips, and once again straddled me so that her tits were pressed firmly in my face, and I buried it there. I kissed I licked, I sucked all while she shook her ass on me ever increasingly hard dick.

It was too much I threw her onto the bed flipping her over so her ass was sticking up in the air, pulled up her skirt and dove head first into her pussy so hard my nose pieced her asshole. I started licking using my fingers to spread her lips apart, alternating between eating her pussy, and eating her ass. She came at least twice, before I stuck my dick back in. but this time it was the other hole, and she was surprised, she cursed called me a bastard as I shoved it all the way in to the hilt. I alternated between fucking her ass, and randomly pulling out and shoving in her sopping wet pussy, she cursed, she moaned, and finally she pulled herself away, and pushed me back onto the bed.

Facing away from me, she squatted over my dick teasing me, by lowering herself down so my tip was touching her moist lips, and then would pull back up, I was in agony, but all she did was smile. After awhile the teasing became too much for even her and she sank herself all the way down onto the shaft, I could feel her Cumming as she rode me, her ass jiggling as I my thrust met hers, finally we came together and fell into each other’s arms in exhaustion.

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Warning: this story contains pegging.

I came into work tonight with a condom in my pocket and a hard-on in my boxers. I’m a zombie. I haven’t slept all day because I’ve been fantasizing about Marla. Marla’s throat around my cock. Her velvety snatch squeezing me dry. She moans as I shove my fingers in her rectum. Cover her in my…

“Uhhh…? Ex-cuse-me? I said… about the MoMA?”

This blonde chick is gawking at me, she looks like she’s at most eighteen and she’s wearing more makeup than clothes. Is that her friend or her sister with the fake red hair, talking in her ear while giving me the stink-eye? How long have they been here?

“Dude, I think he’s high or something,” she whispers in the blonde’s ear.

I’m not high, I just need a moment to process new information, and to stare at your nipples pointing through what might as well be a belt.

“Yes, the MoMA…”

The blonde stares at me expectantly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! It’s here.”

“I know it’s here!” She rolls her eyes like I’m a retard or something, which I probably am at this point. I read somewhere that sleep deprivation can really fuck with your brain. Or was it in a documentary?

“…want to know how to get there!”

Oh shit, she’s talking again. I give her a map and my best smile. I’m hoping the counter effectively hides my thunder because I’ve got Thor’s hammer in my pants again from staring at these chicks. They’re sharing a room with a king-size bed, I wonder what they get up to in there.

As I’m picturing her friend tongue-deep in her clam, the red-haired one snaps her fingers at me.

“Key?”

I give her the key and they run off towards the elevator, muttering to each other what I can only assume are less than complimentary remarks about my mental well-being. I can feel my heart pumping blood into my prick as I watch them go, their asses bouncing with every step, punctuated by the clicking of their high heels on the marbled tiles.

I turn my eyes to the wooden panel where the keys hang. It’s almost empty. Full house tonight. Two hours go by in a haze, and there’s only one key left on the board. 405. Marla. I can’t stop tonguing that scratch.

And suddenly she’s there at the counter, spilling out of her dress every which way, radiating sex through every pore, and just looking in her eyes is making me burst at the seams. I put her key in her hand, and the touch of her skin almost melts me on the spot.

She leans over the counter and I can smell her perversion.

“See you soon,” she says, and I can’t say anything my throat is so dry. I start locking up while she waits for the elevator, but it gets there before I’m done, and I imagine what it would be like to finger her in the mirrored cabin. It’s an impossible fantasy, of course, as safety regulations prohibit me from riding the elevator.

After the doors and the cash box are all locked up, I take the stairs to the fourth floor. There’s still light coming from underneath one of the doors before Marla’s. 402. I make a mental run through the reservations and come up blank. As I come up close to the door however, the sounds coming from the room are unmistakable.

I’ve been working this hotel for a while now and I know the layout by heart. I know that 402 opens to a closed antechamber, and I could probably peek inside the room without balıkesir escort being seen.

I unlock the door with my passkey and gently push it open with my hand from the outside hallway, maintaining plausible deniability, waiting for a cry of shock, of surprise. But the only sounds coming from inside the room are moans and grunts and the slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh.

I slip out of my shiny leather shoes and step inside the antechamber, the sounds and smells of sex filling my senses. I push myself flat against the partition separating the antechamber from the bedroom proper. Dare I peek?

I dare and am rewarded. I see the king-size bed from my vantage point, pushed up against the opposite wall. The girls are facing the headboard, away from me, as they’re getting pounded by two guys I don’t remember checking in. It’s not an orgy, just two couples fucking on the same bed. The girls don’t even play with each other. I’m a little disappointed, but I guess real life isn’t like porn.

A burst of clarity permeates my addled brain and I suddenly feel ashamed at this intrusion of privacy. I leave the room and shut the door quietly. I slip my shoes back on and keep walking to 405. Three light knocks. “Reception,” I say in a soft voice, as I let myself in with the passkey.

Marla’s sitting on the bed, naked but for a pair of silky black thigh-highs and an assorted leather choker. She pays no attention to me, completely engrossed in whatever’s happening on her laptop screen. Her legs are splayed wide and she subtly rolls her hips as she types, rubbing her lips on the satin bedspread.

I take off my jacket as I approach the bed and shift my boxers to make room for my growing cock. As I reach Marla, I see that she’s on video call with a middle-aged man. Rugged face, short and neat beard, salt-and-pepper hair. Could be me in twenty years, if I’m lucky.

“Ah! This must be the young Alex. I’ve heard so much about you! I’m Jack,” he says as I come into the webcam’s frame. I turn to look at Marla.

“The secret to a happy marriage is to tell each other everything,” she says. I turn back to the screen.

“You’re the husband? For real? I was starting to think she made you up!”

He chuckles. “No, I’m very real. Unfortunately, I’ve been delayed, but I’ll be in town tomorrow.” He sees my disappointment and smiles. “Oh, don’t worry. You can still come and play. I like to watch.”

I feel Marla stroking me through my pants. “Daddy said I can do anything I want tonight, as long as he’s watching…” I swallow hard as I turn to her once more.

“So, um… what do you want to do?” She smiles and bites her lower lip as she leans in and kisses the tip of my penis through my pants. She unsnaps my belt buckle and slowly pulls down the zipper, the sound like thunder in the quiet room. She slips her hands around my hips and reaches under my boxer to grab my cheeks. She caresses me as she moves her arms down, making my pants fall to the floor.

I’m putty in her hands as she turns me around and yanks my boxers down, exposing my ass. She spreads my cheeks and I feel warmth and wetness on my asshole. She’s licking me! I groan in surprise and pleasure as she opens me up with her tongue. I hear another zipper sound to my right and look over to see Jack enjoying the show on his webcam, bartın escort leaning back in his chair, his sizable cock in his hand. “She loves the ass,” he says in a conspiratorial tone. And is he winking at me? I swear he’s wink- oh my God, she’s getting in deep! My toes curl as I “hnf” and roll my eyes in my head.

She spanks me back to reality and I turn around. “Take off the rest of your clothes, come on,” she says as she touches herself, and I can smell her arousal from here. I obey and join her on the bed. She leans her head back, slightly parting her lips. “Kiss me,” she orders, and I obey, taking her bottom lip between mine, squeezing one hand in the small of her back and the other around her throat. I open her mouth with my lips, seeking her tongue with my own, stroking her hair and the back of her neck. “Hm, so good,” she moans, and suddenly pushes me down on my back. She leans down over me and I can feel the warmth of her breath on my cock. I push my hips up, longing for the inside of her throat, but she dodges me. She licks my shaft instead, lathering it in her saliva, before moving to my balls. She kisses them sloppily, and I can feel her spit pooling around my ass.

Then she flips me over and I’ve got my face in the pillow, and she’s got her tongue in my asshole again. I hear her spit in her hand, and then she’s stroking my cock while she’s tonguing me, and I’ve never been so high on sex in my life. She shoves me face down on the mattress and I feel her finger probing around where her tongue used to be. “You like that, Daddy?”

“Yes!” Jack and I both say at the same time. I turn my head and see him stroking his big hard cock, wearing a lot less clothes than he was a few minutes ago. He looks like he’s sweating, too.

“What do you want me to do next?” she asks him.

“I want to see some anal action,” he says with a smile. “You up for it?”

Marla nudges me. “You.” Me? Am I up for all my dreams coming true?

“Sure, I could give it a shot, I guess.”

Marla nibbles on my ear and whispers, “did you bring that condom?”

I sure did. I take it from my pants and tear it out of the package, trembling as I start to roll it over my cock. Marla grabs my hand, shaking her head.

“Not for you, dummy,” she says as she shoves me back face down on the pillow. “For me.”

What?

I try to turn my head to look back at her and see her fishing a large, fleshy, double-ended dildo out of her overnight bag. Wait. That escalated quickly.

She pushes one end into her pussy and it slides in like a hot knife in butter. She looks in my eyes as she asks, “want me to fuck you with my big cock?” Strangely, I kind of do. She rolls the condom on the other end of the dildo and starts to stroke my anus with her finger.

“Lube it up, you don’t want to tear him apart just yet,” chimes in Jack from the laptop.

“Thanks bro,” I mutter from the pillow as I feel something cold and wet drip on my tight puckered hole. This whole evening took a very different turn from what I expected, and I’m not sure how I feel ab- “Oh, shit! That’s big!” It feels huge in my tiny little asshole.

“That’s just my finger,” says Marla. She massages my cheeks as she works her finger in and out of my hole. It feels warm and tingly, and strangely pleasurable. This gorgeous woman batman escort is fingerfucking my ass and I’m can’t get enough of it. I start pushing back as she opens me up and slips another finger inside. She leans on me, her tits rubbing softly against my back as she breathes in my ear, “you want my cock?”

“Yes!”

“Say it.”

“I want your cock!”

She curls her finger inside me and I see sparks. I’ve never felt this good sober.

“Where do you want it?”

Oh, God! She’s really going to make me do this? I groan and suddenly feel empty and alone as she removes her fingers. I feel her weight shift in the bed.

“Well, if you don’t want to play…”

“I want to play!”

“Then tell me what you want. Come on, you know you want it, you little slut, just say it!”

“Okay, okay! I want you to fuck my ass with your big cock!” Just saying it makes my dick quiver, and for a fraction of a second I think I’m going to regret it as I feel the rubbery tip of the dildo stretch my anus.

But Marla’s a pro. She adds more lube and withdraws, then pokes me again. I remember the advice I gave to every girl I’ve sodomized and push out to let her in. I feel the dildo penetrate me and moan in the pillow as Marla grabs my hips and starts to thrust slowly, feeding me inch after inch of her plastic cock.

I moan like a wanton slut as I roll my hips back and forth to match her thrusts, losing myself in the rhythm and the feeling of fulness in my ass. I’ve never had so much as a Q-tip back there before tonight, and now I think I’m addicted.

“You like that, babe?”

“I love it,” says Jack from the laptop as I moan and groan incoherently, drooling on the pillow. “Look at him shaking his ass like a two-dollar whore, he can’t get enough of it!” He’s right. I glance at the screen and see him furiously jerking himself, his hand a blur on his cock.

Marla grabs my hair and pulls my head up. “Take it all! Take it all in your ass!” She’s pounding me harder and harder, poking my prostate with every stroke. She grabs my chin to turn my head toward the laptop. “Take it all on your face, you dirty slut!”

Jack erupts in a geyser of cum, covering his webcam with his thick cream, and I lick my lips and wonder how it tastes. I’ve never done anything with a guy, but for a crazy moment I picture myself with Jack’s cock in my mouth, feeling it pulsate as it sprays his semen on my tongue. Just the thought of it is so exciting that…

“I’m gonna come!” I whine. Marla stops and pulls out. “No! Don’t stop! I want to come. Please!” She flips me over and lifts my ankles to her shoulders as she penetrates me again with the dildo. She spits in her hand and reaches over to grab my cock. She jerks me in rhythm with her thrusting. Down as she thrusts in, up as she pulls out. I can feel my orgasm mounting all the way from the depths of my ass. She pounds me again, and again, and again, and I lose all control. I feel a jolt of electricity deep inside me and the sharpest, most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt as I spray spurt after spurt all over my chest and face. I open my mouth and catch some on my tongue. It’s salty and sweet and it tastes like I’m never going to be the same again.

I suddenly feel very empty as Marla pulls her cock out of me completely. I lay back on the bed covered in my own cum, looking up at Marla’s beaming face, her hair matted to her forehead, her skin damp and shimmering in the soft light of the hotel room. She leans into me, caressing my body, licking me, tasting my sweat and cum.

“Was it good for you?” she asks.

“Thank you,” I whisper in a final breath before I pass out.

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“Cathy? How do you stay sane with Jim gone all the time?” April asked her neighbor as they sat at her kitchen table watching her fix us each a cup of hot tea.

As she looked at Cathy, a slightly plump dirty blonde woman who was about the same age (early 40s) dressed in pink shorts and a white cotton blouse, April noticed that her white legs from the back, while larger than her own, were fairly muscular. Cathy walked a great deal in an effort to lose weight and the results of all that walking wear easy to see.

“It is hard sometimes but I’ve gotten used to it. The kids have adjusted to his absences and I guess I have over time. When we first got married, he was never gone. But these last ten years—I can hardly remember a Tuesday or Wednesday when he’s been home.”

Cathy walked to the table, carrying the cups with the tea and sat down in the chair adjacent to where April was seated.

April thought for a second as I took a sip of tea.

“Can I ask you a personal question Cathy?”

“Of course.”

After a pause, April inquired, “How long have you been married exactly?”

Cathy laughed and said, “That’s not personal April. We’ve been married almost 20 years. It’ll be 20 when the fall rolls around.” Pausing for a moment, she then continued, “It sure doesn’t seem that long.”

Looking out the window, April softly said, “That’s not exactly the personal question I wanted to ask.”

“Well don’t be bashful. You know we’re good friends and I’ll answer anything I can for you,” Cathy replied.

“It’s hard Cathy. It’s really a personal question.”

“April: go ahead. If I don’t want to answer it, I’ll tell you that. But now you’ve got me really interested to ask me! You’re killing me!” she said with a chuckle.

“Okay. But if you get embarrassed, just tell me and I’ll run out the front door!” the redhead responded.

“I don’t think you’ll have to do any running my friend.”

“My question is: How is your sex life? I mean, before you answer, let me say that mine is really poor. Eric and I rarely kiss anymore let alone anything more passionate or personal. We love each other but after 25 years, it seems like there is nothing left other than watching each other get undressed.”

Cathy looked me in the eye and had a very slight smile on her face. A pleasant smile, not a smirk or anything like that.

“Well…let’s see. Jim and I have, just like you, really slowed down over the years. When we first were going together and were really serious about one another, we were like rabbits—I remember being naked and in bed for entire weekends. There were times when Jim got an erection on Friday night and he’d still be hard going to work on Monday morning,” she said with a laugh. “Goodness. Don’t ever repeat that April! Jim would kill me if he knew I said that to you or anyone else!”

April laughed and replied, “Oh, we had those periods ourselves. I thought at one point that Eric’s penis was permanently stuck inside of me. But what about today?”

Cathy sipped her tea, took a deep breath and said, “We don’t do things like we used to. Jim still likes me to give him oral sex and that seems to be our favorite sexual pastime these days.”

Unsure whether to ask Cathy for details, April decided that this was the opportunity to really open up.

“Do you, you know, with Jim during oral sex?” April asked nervously.

“Do I what?” Cathy asked.

“Oh gosh…this is so hard for me to ask you…you know, swallow him when he orgasms?” April asked, certain her face was red like an apple in embarrassment.

Cathy smiled and replied, “I do sometimes. Other times he comes on my breasts or in some tissues.”

Embarrassed, April offered to Cathy, “That’s pretty risqué Cathy. Thanks for being honest.”

“No problem. I trust you April or I wouldn’t have told you what I did.”

April waited a moment and then asked, “What about when Jim’s gone and there isn’t any oral sex to give? Don’t you get horny?”

“Of course. The older I’m getting, the hornier I’m getting. Or so it seems. I keep attributing it to hormones or something,” Cathy replied. “But when that happens, I just take matters into my own hands.”

“Into your own hands—what do you mean?” April asked.

“You know, I masturbate,” Cathy offered.

“Oh, well, uh, you didn’t have to share that with me Cathy. I appreciate it but I don’t want you to get uncomfortable.”

“April—if I didn’t want to tell you that I masturbate, I wouldn’t have mentioned it. I’m not embarrassed to tell you that. Everyone does it. Just don’t pass that around the neighborhood! And before you say anything: çorum escort I’m kidding, I know you wouldn’t spread that around.”

April paused and looked into my cup, thinking of what to say to Cathy’s comment. Before she could reply, her blonde haired neighbor broke the silence.

“And I got a good silent vibrator so that helps a lot when Jim’s gone and the kids are home.”

April looked at her in shock. This was Cathy Moore, the neighborhood “straight A” housewife—and she is admitting she uses a vibrator?

“A vibrator? YOU have a vibrator? Really?” April asked in shock.

Cathy laughed out loud and said, “Don’t make me feel embarrassed. Yes I own a vibrator. I call him different names but he’s always wonderful. He is hard all the time, he is ready anytime I want him to be, he never asks me to swallow, never says he wants a threesome with my best friend and he never, ever cums in me,” she said with a laugh.

“A threesome with her best friend?” April thought to myself but decided not to say anything about it right then.

“Wow Cathy. I guess I never thought of you, well, you know…”

“April. We all get horny. What’s the big deal with me using a vibrator for a little sexual release?” she asked.

Cathy sat and stared at April, making her redheaded neighbor momentarily disappointed for having started this conversation.

“Come with me,” Cathy said as she took my left hand in hers and stood up. April did likewise and she pulled her friend out of the kitchen and up the house stairs. The morning light shined brightly through the windows along the stairway wall as April walked up the steps behind Cathy, noticing her rear end through her shorts and the obvious outline of her panties.

We got to the top of the stairs and took an immediate right into their master bedroom that looked out over their backyard. The large bed was still unmade with pillows and blankets in a pile towards the center of the bed. The blinds were open allowing the morning sunshine to create a bright environment.

“Excuse the fact I’ve not made the bed yet this morning,” Cathy told me.

“Don’t worry, my bed is in the same shape,” April offered.

Cathy motioned for her neighbor to sit next to her on the side of the bed (her side?) and as April sat down, she reached into the nightstand and rummaged around before pulling out a purple vibrator that was shaped similar to a penis. She looked at it a moment and offered it to April.

April took it in my hand and looked at it intently. She’d never seen one in real life—only on the Internet or a long time ago in some porno magazines her husband had.

“That’s what helps me make it through the long weeks when Jim is gone,” Cathy said quietly.

As April looked at it and mentally compared it to her husband’s erect organ, she realized it was significantly larger.

“This is huge Cathy. Does this really, uh, fit you?” April asked nervously.

“Oh yes. It’s perfect. Remember that we all expand when needed down there.”

“Yes but it seems so large. I can’t imagine something this big fitting inside of me,” April replied.

“Want to try it out?” Cathy inquired.

“You’re not serious!” was April’s response.

“Sure. You can take it home and try it out to see if you would like a boyfriend like mine.”

“Oh Cathy, I can’t. This is yours and I wouldn’t even know how to use it properly.”

“April…it works just like your husband. You lay back, spread your legs and let nature run its course.”

She looked April in the eye, her blue eyes sincere as always and dropping her voice to a tone of seriousness, said, “Do you want to see how it works?”

April didn’t know what to say so she did what she always did when she was unable to decide: She froze. No response at all.

Cathy stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse as she looked at me. Her white bra come into view and soon the blouse was unbuttoned and she pulled it from the waistband of her shorts. Her breasts were large, maybe even a D cup, but April couldn’t tell for sure from the white cotton bra she had on. She then reached to her waist, unbuttoned the waist button and then unzipped her shorts to allow them to slide down her torso, thighs and calves before they landed on the floor. April looked at her crotch and could see the ruffled cotton caused by her pubic hair through the thin white cotton hi-cut panties she had on.

“Cathy…you really don’t have to do this. I mean, I can’t…” April said with a nervous tone to her voice. April had seen Cathy in a swimsuit once or twice before but she was now in her denizli escort neighbor’s master bedroom and her neighbor was down to her open blouse, bra and panties.

“Slide down the bed April.”

As April moved toward the end of her friend’s bed, Cathy reached to her waist and pushed her panties down her torso to reveal her pubic hair and continued down her thighs before allowing gravity to drop them to her ankles, where she stepped out of them. Cathy’s pubic hair was a darker shade than the blonde hair on her head and was matted from both the pressure of her panties as well as, April presumed, some moisture that her body had given off in the last few moments. She pushed her blouse open allowing her body’s front to be covered only by her bra and the blouse on her arms and shoulders.

Cathy reached to the bedspread where the vibrator lay and picked it up. She looked April in the eye and said, “I like to pretend this is the cock of somebody I know. Just a fantasy of mine that I like to do. Today I think I’ll imagine it belongs to Eric,” she said with a smile as she laid on her back and pulled her knees in the air.

“Eric? That’s my husband’s name!” the redhead thought to herself instantly.

“Cathy—do you mean MY Eric?” April asked.

Smiling, Cathy put the vibrator in her mouth and licked it softly, as her eyes looked deep into mine but without a response to the question. As she pulled it out of her mouth, she simply smiled at me.

April’s mind suddenly forgot her reference to her husband and as she realized that Cathy had put the vibrator, which had obviously been inside of her pussy many times before, in her mouth. “Does that mean she…?” April thought to herself. “No. She wouldn’t do THAT!”

April watched as Cathy took the vibrator and twisted it to start a gentle hum. Cathy looked at April as she moved the device down her torso to her waiting pussy. For the first time, as Cathy’s hand were at her waist and headed down to her pubic region, April looked straight at Cathy’s pussy. It was the first pussy she had seen up-close in her life—and clearly the first one she’d ever seen in a state of obvious sexual arousal. Cathy’s pubic hair was matted and April could see evidence of white fluid exiting between her lips.

From her reclined position, Cathy knew her neighbor was shocked by what she was doing but at this point she was so horny that even if April got up and ran out of the house, Cathy was certain she’d continue with her masturbation session.

Rubbing the vibrator along the outside of her obviously well lubricated pussy, Cathy watched April’s eyes—locked in on her vaginal area. She’d never done anything like this before but Cathy was too far down the path to even think of stopping.

Slowly Cathy inserted the humming plastic penis slowly into her pussy with her right hand holding the end of the device and she moaned softly. Her eyes were now closed as “Eric” penetrated her pussy deeper. With her left hand, she moved it to her pubic region and softly ran her fingers through her blonde pubic hairs. As they softly rubbed the hair, she moved her index finger to her clit and softly rubbed the little pink nub.

April sat on the bed completely mesmorized. She’d never seen another female in such a setting and couldn’t help but begin to feel herself becoming turned on. Cathy’s closed eyes didn’t reflect her very open pussy lips. April could see the moisture from Cathy’s body both on the skin of her vaginal lips as well as on the purple plastic penis—’Eric’ as she had called ‘him.’ April was well aware of the vaginal discharge from her own body but she couldn’t recall seeing her own body producing the quantity that was slowly oozing from Cathy’s own pussy.

As Cathy slowly pulled the vibrator in and out of her pussy, she continued to rub her clit with her left hand’s fingers. She had quickly entered into a zone of sexual bliss and had almost forgotten her friend and neighbor was sitting only a few feet away from her. Never before had Cathy masturbated in front of another female—her husband was the only person who’d ever seen her pleasure herself and that hadn’t happened in many years.

As the minutes passed, Cathy cracked her eyes and saw her friend staring at her pussy. April was completely unaware that Cathy was looking at her as she was so engrossed in watching the vibrator in Cathy’s pussy. Saying nothing Cathy closed her eyes again and reverted back to her sexual bliss. ‘Eric’ continued to hum and ‘his’ in-and-out rhythm was clearly pulling Cathy towards an orgasm. Cathy took her left hand from her groin and düzce escort reached up to her right breast, gently squeezing her erect nipple through the cotton cup of her bra. “Why didn’t I take my bra off earlier?” she thought momentarily before removing her hand from her hard nipple and directing it back to her erect clit, which was now very moist.

Cathy could sense her vaginal juices were running down her butt crack and she sensed the bed sheet she was laying on was getting damp as well. She lifted her butt a few inches and readjusted her torso without removing ‘Eric’ from her pussy. Cathy could sense her orgasm was only moments away.

As April watched her friend tense her body and lift up to readjust herself, she realized her own right hand was at her left breast and was tweaking her own nipple through the T-shirt and bra that covered her body. For a split second she thought she should take her hand off her own breast but realized that wasn’t possible. April was far too sexually excited to simply sit with her hands folded as if in church.

Cathy was oblivious to her friend’s physical pleasuring. Her eyes remained closed and her body began to signal to her of the impending orgasm. Cathy continue to move ‘Eric’ in and out at the same rate but her fingers directing pleasure to her clit sped up. Cathy sensed her breathing began to get shorter and shorter and her leg muscles began to tense.

April could sense a change in her friend’s sexual state of bliss. An orgasm was nearing and April wondered what her response should be? Should she remain silent or encourage Cathy through the peak of orgasm? She’d never seen another female have an orgasm but from her own personal experience with such pleasure, she couldn’t help but sit with an envious gaze at her friend as Cathy’s hand continued to maneuver the vibrator in her vagina as her body began to tense up.

Cathy felt a tidal wave of pleasure building up. Oblivious to the fact her friend and neighbor was at her feet watching her as she continued to masturbate, Cathy closed her eyes tighter and sped up the rubbing of her clit while not changing the motion or speed of movements of ‘Eric’ in her pussy.

“Oooohhhhhh…” she grunted out as she climaxed. Taking a trio of deep breaths, her legs tensed up and then unwound like a rubber band being loosened. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration as the spasms in her pussy slowed. She thought momentarily, “I should have put a towel underneath—the sheets are soaked.”

As Cathy fell back to reality she opened her eyes. Momentarily while in the throws of her orgasm, she’d turned off the world so it was a tiny bit of reality to open her eyes and see her friend sitting at her feet with a look of wonderment on her face. April hardly blinked—she just starred at Cathy and, as Cathy’s chest expanded and contracted as she caught her breath, smiled at what she had just seen.

“April? I, uh, I…I don’t know what to say.”

After a pause, April replied: “Cathy that was about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. If you can get an orgasm like THAT, I think I’m going to have to get one of those!” referring to the purple vibrator.

Cathy felt like sleeping but instead she slowly pulled the vibrator from her pussy. Covered with her discharge juices, she reached with her left hand to shut the device off so it went silent. Cathy pulled the vibrator up to look at it and then saw April gazing at the plastic pleasure device as well.

“What the hell?” Cathy thought to herself and, with her friend watching, Cathy opened her mouth and inserted the well lubricated vibrator in her mouth. Tasting her own juices that covered the plastic device took her back to when she first learned of tasting her sexual fluids. Her tongue blatantly wrapped around the purple pleasuring device several times so as to allow April the opportunity to see Cathy making sure it was well cleaned by its owner’s own mouth.

April had never thought to taste herself so seeing Cathy put the obviously sexually wet vibrator in her own mouth was a shock to her. It seemed so “nasty” to April but also quite erotic as well. She was now quite horny in her own way, certain the cotton crotch of her panties was soaked. She could feel the moisture without even touching down there with her fingers. It had been a long time since April was this aroused!

It was clear to the redhead that this wasn’t the first time that Cathy had done this—she’d now seen her friend put the plastic purple penis in her mouth twice in a very short period of time—so Cathy was obviously less concerned about what her friend might think that April would have been. Pulling the vibrator from her mouth Cathy made a loud noise, emphasizing the fact she’d just sucked and licked it clean of her own juices.

With a smile Cathy looked April in the eyes and said, “So now it’s your turn April. Are you ready?”

To be continued…

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Joy rolled over onto her left side. Instinctively, she wrapped her right arm over the man sleeping there and pulled her naked body close against his back. She felt her nipples rest against his warm back and pressed her pelvis urgently against his bare ass. Just as she snuggled into position, she felt another man’s body roll and press himself against her from behind, his arm draping down the length of her body. His fingers, perhaps accidentally, lightly brushed her pussy lips. The ticklish feeling snapped her pleasantly from her slumber, just enough for her brain to register the presence of two bodies sandwiching her in the warm sheets.

Her eyes sprang open at this realization. She gasped a sharp breath as she saw the dark skin of the man she was wrapped around. Memories flooded into her mind like a tsunami and her current situation began to make some partial sense to her. She twisted herself back in the opposite direction to see the second man behind her and was relieved to see her boyfriend, Austin.

Ok, so this was new. Very hot and suddenly very arousing and new. Her breath returned as her mind reassembled the naughty, extraordinary night that left her in bed with her boyfriend and another man.

“You ok, babe?” Austin asked her in a whisper. His hand slid up her side and cupped her cheek. His eyes glimpsed the temporary confusion in hers. He smiled at the sexually disheveled condition of her dark hair.

“Uh . . . Yeah, I’m actually great,” Joy answered. She pressed her mouth forward onto his. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and tangled with his tongue. “Just . . . wow,” she whispered as she drew back from the kiss and turned back over toward the other man asleep beside her. She wrapped her arm around him again and pressed herself into his naked warmth.

“Devin,” Austin whispered in her ear as he pushed against her body with his, molding her close up to her other bedmate.

“Yes. Thank you, baby,” she whispered back.

“For his name or for last night?” Austin asked with a quiet laugh.

“Both,” Joy sighed. Her hands began to roam slowly over Devin’s body. More memories lit up her mind. She turned her head back toward Austin. “Fuck. Was last night as crazy as I remember?”

“Well, I hope you remember it all. It was pretty fucking crazy and super hot, baby.”

Austin rolled away from her and sat up on the edge of the bed. “Gotta pee,” he said quietly before standing up and walking around the foot of the bed past Joy and Devin spooning in the white hotel room sheets.

Joy watched him close the bathroom door and realized, with a more electric thrill than she had anticipated would happen in such a circumstance, that she was alone in bed with another man, snuggling comfortably, but becoming irrepressibly aroused.

The noise of the bathroom door closing must have tipped Devin out of his sleeping dream and into his waking one. Joy felt the tension of wakefulness in him and kissed the back of his neck. Her hand spread across his chest and she squeezed him against herself.

“Good morning, Devin.” Her voice cracked a little, partially just because she was speaking with her full voice for the first time that morning, but partially because she suddenly felt a little nervousness. After all, this was the first time a second man had stayed through the night with them. Protocol for the circumstance was unclear.

Devin reached back, cupped her tiny tight ass cheek and pulled her in closer. “Morning, Joy.” He paused and ran his hand down the leg she had wrapped over his. “How are you feeling?”

“Delightfully used,” she growled in his ear. Her hand strayed down over his abdomen and her fingers curled around his semi-erect black cock. “And very horny.”

Devin rolled over and faced her. The sheet sliding off of them. Her hand followed his cock, feeling it growing harder as she stroked and squeezed it. He looked down, surveying her muscular, tight body. Her lips and teeth latched onto his nipple. She remembered, he thought.

Joy let herself slide into the sensuality of the moment. She felt Devin’s hand slide up and discover the growing wetness on her pussy lips. Her body undulated at his touch and a wave of heat seemed to flow from his finger tips, through her pussy, and into the pit of her stomach. Sexual hunger created a need in her to be filled, once again. Last night’s feast seemed only to have whetted her appetite for more.

Austin stepped out of the bathroom and stopped to stare at the beautiful, intimate, sexually-charged scene on the bed. Devin’s dark skin contrasted with Joy’s lightly tanned nakedness. He couldn’t see her hand between them stroking Devin’s cock, but he could tell what she was doing. He moved to the foot of the bed for a better angle and was rewarded with the view of her hand wrapped around his big black cock. The sunshine spilling through the sheer curtain from the balcony also illuminated the glistening wetness of Joy’s pussy juices on Devin’s fingers as he slid them in and out of her pussy. afyon escort Not that they were paying any attention to him, but Austin decided to take a chance and see what might happen if he were not a factor.

“I’m going to go down to see the barista for some coffee for us.” Austin pulled on his pants and a T-shirt.

The mention of coffee was enough to break Joy’s concentration. “Yes, please!” She kissed Devin quickly on the lips. “I need to clean up a bit.” As she slid off the bed, Austin worried that he might have broken the spell between the two lovers, but Joy wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled close to his ear. “Don’t hang out down there or you’ll miss out.”

As Austin entered the lobby, he wondered whether any of the bar and restaurant employees from last night were still working. After the scene last night, seeing any of them this morning would’ve been a bit amusing and awkward.

He didn’t recognize anyone and placed his order with the barista. As he waited, he wondered what was happening in the room and, alternatively, he had flashback memories of last night. Imagined and remembered images flooded his mind and his already hard cock became almost painfully engorged. He glanced back at the now empty bar. Last night, it was packed around the bar and the tables clustered nearby. Right there at the beveled corner of the bar, Joy had taken her role as his slut very seriously. The sexual tension had been so tight, it felt like it was still lingering there amongst the empty barstools.

The barista was taking her time. Austin wondered if he should take the available time to walk to his car and move it closer to the hotel. His difficulty finding a parking spot had been the genesis of the crazy night they had just experienced. A festival downtown, a home baseball game at the stadium, and a couple of weddings at the hotel meant that the parking garage was full, valet parking was maxed out, as well as every street parking spot for blocks around. He spent 30 minutes driving around the city blocks before finally driving several blocks into a residential neighborhood to find a spot. By the time he walked back to join Joy at the fancy hotel bar, it was more than 45 minutes after he had registered and dropped off their luggage in the room. His mood had darkened.

However, when he saw Joy at the corner of the bar in obviously heated flirting with two men – a black man to her right and a white man to her left, his mood improved instantly. He paused at the edge of the crowded tables and watched his lover. She was wearing one of her most revealing dresses. Actually, it’s about as revealing as a dress can possibly be and still actually be a garment. It’s a tight sheer minidress with a black and white cherub print acting as semi-camouflage on the essentially see-through dress. Beneath it she wore her favorite minimalist Calvin Klein black bralette and a pair of shockingly visible red thong panties – not a g-string, but just wide enough to be legal in public. Just barely.

Her hands touched and caressed their arms as she turned back and forth between the men, laughing and obviously enjoying their conversation. The men were easily reading her signs and were deliberately standing very close to her. She half turned and glanced around behind her, looking for Austin. He started moving toward her before they made eye contact.

As he approached her, she turned fully and embraced him tightly, locking her lips to his in a quick, but intensely horny kiss. She broke off the kiss and pushed herself back between her new friends. “This is Devin.” Joy introduced him as she fell against his chest. Devin lifted his right hand around Joy to shake Austin’s hand. Joy then slid forward and wrapped her arm around the other man’s waist.

“This is David,” Joy purred.

David reached out a nervous hand to Austin. “Nice to meet you.”

“Not as much as you’ve enjoyed meeting Joy, I’m sure.” Austin gave a disarming smile. He could sense some tension, or perhaps, disappointment, in the two men who surely thought they had hit a freaky little mother lode when they met Joy. Their first impressions were entirely correct. Joy is a freaky little mother.

“Let us buy you a drink,” Devin offered.

“Sure!” Austin noticed Joy had an empty mule cup near her on the bar. Devin had noticed it too. He signaled the bar tender and a round for everyone was ordered. Joy stepped into Austin’s arms and whispered into his ear, “My new friends are very nice . . . and very interested in me.”

“Uh huh,” Austin hummed into her ear.

“They’re good at flirting. I’m horny as fuck,” she whispered to him.

Austin gave her his animal growl and cupped her very visible ass cheeks in both hands. His big hands nearly covered her tiny, firm bubble butt. Joy leaned back into his hands and gave him her patented naughty smile. She and Austin understood each other’s desires and signals very well. She knew she had just received the green light.

Joy aydın escort moved back until she was leaning on the bar and wrapped an arm around each of the well-dressed men. In the lighting, her dress was practically invisible. She looked like a lingerie fitness model with two male props for a sexy photo shoot. Her nipples were signaling her arousal. Her hands on each of their asses signaled her intent.

The drinks arrived and a very sexy and fun conversation ensued. After finishing another drink, Joy excused herself to visit the ladies’ room. All three men watched her poised and poison walk – poised like a ballet dancer, but with hip-snapping poison of a femme fatale.

As she entered the upscale restroom, Joy realized that she had just walked through a very crowded, well-lit, premium bar wearing practically nothing but her skimpy underwear. She had not even given her exhibitionism a thought. Such was the intense distraction of her unexpectedly erotic situation with her two new male friends at the bar.

She had worn her tiny, tight, sheer dress for her date with Austin as a special treat for him. Their incredibly close, trusting, and freeing relationship had opened them both up to possibilities for excitement, eroticism, and deeper emotional entanglement with one another. Austin was always prolific in his praise of her body and any clothing she wore that displayed her beauty in public. He was very open with her that her public exhibitionism, daring clothing, and even public nudity was one of his peak turn-ons. His performance in bed while always amazing, became even more animalistic and mind-blowing whenever she had preceded it with publicly provocative clothing or slutty behavior.

She found that it was a huge turn-on for her also. She encouraged Austin to choose new clothes for her that he found particularly provocative. She learned that wearing those outfits gave her more motivation for her extreme workouts and that the public exposure – the reactions of people she encountered – super-charged her already high libido. Relaxing her concerns about propriety allowed her to express her femininity and her raw sexual power. Seeing the impact on Austin, seeing his admiring gaze on her or his obvious pride when others stared at and ogled her, was a source of energizing sexual and emotional connection between them. It had become an upward spiral of joy, excitement, endearment, and adventure. She was hooked on the thrill of it all and her comfort with increasingly provocative clothing now surprised her as she thought back on her attitude before meeting Austin.

Their closeness had also allowed them both to openly share fantasies. When Austin first shared that he wanted to share her with other partners, she wasn’t shocked by him having this fantasy. She was shocked that she was hyper-turned on by the idea. Over time, their shared fantasies became more elaborate. Multiple, simultaneous partners having sex with her being a key component. Joy was strongly bisexual, so some fantasies featured her having sex with multiple men or multiple women. This eventually had condensed into a simple idea – she wanted to be Austin’s little slut – especially his little public slut.

It seemed like tonight was headed toward the realization of some of those fantasies. In the restroom, away from the bustle of the bar, she felt her body vibrating with nervous excitement. How far was she willing to go? Fantasies were one thing, but reality? Being slutty is much different than acting slutty.

Things with Devin and David has moved so quickly, so smoothly. She felt such a rush when they began chatting her up and respectfully, but obviously, displaying that they were very attracted to her. The transition from friendliness to overtly sexual had been seamless and before she realized it, she was letting it play out as if she were just acting out a play based on her fantasies. Chatting became touching. Nipples became hard and, as she could clearly see in her current position, panties became soaked. She felt like just a few moments of relaxation in their seduction game had become a headlong slide down a slippery slope.

Checking herself in the mirror, she knew she needed to decide whether she would execute a course correction. She could have an amazing, but typical, night with Austin after having her teasing fun with the two hot men at the bar. Or she could fall willingly into the depravity her body was screaming for. Joy was very in touch with her body. She was a frequent and fervent masturbator. She knew how to interpret her sexual animal’s appetite. As she stood, nervous and shaking before the mirror, she knew her body craved their cocks. Her yearning to submit to the pleasure of being served by three men felt as powerful as the pounding of her heart in her chest.

Joy checked her posture in her reflection. She breathed deeply with her eyes closed for a moment. Opening her eyes, she smiled her naughty smile. Tonight, she would live her fantasies. ağrı escort Tonight, she would redefine her boundaries. Or burn them to ash.

She did wonder if anyone could see how wet her panties were through her flimsy dress as she walked back through the crowded bar. She actually hoped so.

Over the next hour, Joy paid attention to all three men, moving from one set of arms to the next, grinding her ass against and caressing their cocks as she joked, kissed, and flirted with them. She took particular delight in rubbing a cock with each hand or rubbing a cock while grinding on another. She loved the thrill of being so naughty and scandalous in public.

Behind Austin, at a table near the bar, an uptight, over-dressed, blonde socialite made a loud comment to her friends, “I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on here.” Her comment just happened to land in a random lull in the cacophony of the noisy bar. Austin and Joy both heard it clearly and Joy glanced over Austin”s shoulder to see the sour woman glaring at her.

“I seem to have a jealous audience,” Joy commented.

“Shouldn’t be a big surprise, my love.”

“Yeah, but she’s been drinking a lot. She probably won’t behave herself now that she’s started. Maybe we should take our fun out to the courtyard.” Joy suggested.

Austin left to check the courtyard for seating. As he returned past the blonde’s table and signaled to Joy that he had found a place for them, he heard the blonde make a snide comment. “Apparently, this hotel doesn’t mind prostitutes working here.”

The comment was said loud enough to be intended to be heard by all around. Austin stopped cold between the table and Joy, just as the three of them began to move toward him. He turned to confront the blonde bitch, but Joy gently pushed him to move away.

“I got this,” she insisted.

Austin backed up and let Joy move closer to the table.

“Hi, I’m Joy,” she said as she reached her hand out to the blonde. Her gesture was met with a silent glare.

“I’m not a prostitute, just a happy slut, but I do like to share. You seem like you need to get laid. Care to join us?”

“I think not!” Disgust dripped from the blonde’s voice.

“No? Well, that’s ok. More for me then.” Joy leaned over on the table, placing weight on her arms and lowering her face closer to the now quiet blonde. The muscles in Joy’s well-developed arms and shoulders flexed. Joy’s voice dropped the friendly, slightly drunken smoothness.

“A well deserved ass-kicking is also on offer.” She leveled her eyes at the blonde. The confidence drained from the plaster-faced blonde’s eyes and she turned away from Joy.

“No?” Joy stood up elegantly. Her openly visible abs flexed under her sheer dress.

“Don’t ever try to ruin my fun again or I’ll pull that stick out of your ass and beat the Botox right out of your face with it.” She gave the blonde a malevolent smile.

With that, Joy turned and led the three men out to the courtyard. Her hips snapped side-to-side with even more sass than normal for her sassy ass.

“Damn, girl! You just made my cock harder than it already was,” Devin laughed as he followed her closely. Joy reached back, grabbed his hand and placed it on her ass.

“Keep your hand right there and see how your cock likes that,” she winked at him.

David chimed in, “Hey, I thought it was hot too!” Joy stopped and jutted her ass out toward David. He got the hint and grabbed her other ass cheek. The ass-bound trio continued the short walk to the wicker sofa that Austin pointed out. A thick forest of stares followed their progress.

The sofa faced an outdoor fireplace, unused in the warmth of the summer night. Joy sat in the middle of the sofa with her new friends on each side. Austin sat on the closer end of a wicker loveseat at the corner of the sofa. From there he had a view of most of the other patrons enjoying the courtyard. Two young women sat talking and sipping wine on the other loveseat opposite his.

Once settled into the sofa, Joy turned the heat up on the boys. Her kisses and her blatant rubbing of their cocks became less playful and more passionate, more urgent, more X-rated. At one point, Austin got distracted trying to spot the server and when he looked back at Joy, her red thong panties were stretched between her knees. Her dress was pushed up, and would have fully exposed her dripping wet pussy, except it was covered by Devin’s large hand. The stark contrast of his dark hand against her light mons made it seem like a spot light was aimed at her pussy. His fingers were rubbing her engorged clit.

“Oh my god!” One of the girls squealed to the other. Both girls now stared wide-eyed. Joy and Devin never indicated that they noticed their audience’s reaction. They were buried in a long, hot kiss. David took the initiative to slide Joy’s panties the rest of the way down to Joy’s strappy red shoes and then completely off. He stuffed them in the pocket of his blazer draped on the arm of the sofa.

Joy’s heart raced. She was, basically, unclothed from the waist down, getting finger-fucked in a very public place by a man she just met, while two college girls, another man she just met, and her boyfriend sat very nearby watching her depravity. Her pussy gushed.

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PART 6: AIRPORT DELAYS

The deal with Torston had gone like so many others. Martin’s connections and Holly’s presentation were a dynamic combo that seldom failed. A few self-righteous clients had acted insulted and kicked them out, but three out of every four were more than ready to deal, usually bartering for a hand-job, striptease of fuck-show like Torston had. Not once had Holly been asked to do more than that — at least not yet. She feared the day was coming and wasn’t sure how she would react. Yes, she understood that every signal she sent out was that she was a slut and while she didn’t recoil at that label, she also didn’t want to embrace it to the point of participating in gang bangs, either. At least right now, she was a slut for one man whom she knew she could trust for the most part. And, despite his eagerness to show her off, Martin was far too jealous and protective to ever share her willingly. Hell, even swallowing Torston’s cum had been her own idea, not his.

No, Martin wasn’t problem. The problem was Josky. There was something about him that Holly didn’t trust, though she didn’t know why. He had been up front about her duties on the job and had made no bones about what her role was. But he was all about the bottom line and, the fact was, as well as they were doing, if Holly put out, sales could probably be doubled. Holly knew it and, if she knew it, so did Josky.

Sooner or later the order would come from Josky to go from slut/tease to all-out whore. That, she knew deep down, would be her last day on this job. She just hoped she was wrong about Josky.

“I better call Josky and tell him the good news,” Martin said as they drove toward the airport. He was smiling broadly. A good fuck and a big sale always put him in a good mood. “You were great, babe. Nice touch, eating all the cum. I think Torston just about shot another wad in his pants when you did that.”

“Thanks,” Holly said. “I just wanted to make sure he had something to remember when we come back in a couple months.”

Martin’s phone rang. “Hello? Oh, hello, sir,” he said. “I was just getting ready to call you.”

“Yes sir,” Martin said as Holly listened to half the phone conversation with Josky. “You saw the contract? Thank you, sir. Holly was a real pro.

“Oh, OK, sir. We sure will. We’ll see you then.” Martin hung up the phone.

“Well?” Holly asked.

“We’re heading to Vegas next,” Martin said.

“Vegas? I thought we were going to Seattle.”

“Change of plans. They want us to present at a health and fitness convention there. There must be some pretty high-stakes players. Josky’s going to meet us there. Our tickets are waiting for us tonight and he’s going to fly in tomorrow. He’s having our equipment shipped directly there, so I guess we’ll have a display to demonstrate.”

“Wow!” Holly said, her pussy tingling a little at the thought of performing her routine not for a dozen or so people, but literally hundreds or thousands. “This is huge. Do you think we’ll get in trouble — you know, too racy?”

“Hell, it’s Vegas,” Martin said. “They see racy every day. Speaking of racy, grab that bag in the back seat. I’ve got something new to try.”

Holly reached in the back seat for a small plastic bag and pulled out two strings of round metal balls. She knew very well what these were — anal beads. There were three balls on each string — one set was gold, the other silver, but otherwise they were identical. She had used these many times. This was hardly something “new”.

Reading her thoughts, Martin said, “Just put one up your pussy and the other up your ass. Trust me.”

After the sales demonstration, Holly had changed into short, pleated pink skirt, a pink thong, a white tube top and pink stilettos. Her hair was in a pony tail and she wore a pink choker around her slender neck.

She spread her legs and easily slid the three gold beads one by one into her moist pussy until only about a quarter inch of string hung out. “Better lube these up,” she said, holding up the silver strand and one by one plopping them into her mouth, covering them in her warm saliva. Then, she shifted her weight toward the passenger door, lifting her ass off the seat as she slowly stuffed the balls up her ass. She still didn’t know what was going on, but she wasn’t complaining. She liked the feel of both holes being full, the balls snug in their respective tunnels, yet still jiggling enough with every bounce of the car to provide some interesting sensations. Holly’s nipples began to harden underneath the white tube top and she felt her clit becoming engorged.

“Very good,” Martin nodded. “Feel OK?”

“Oh yeah,” Holly said. “You know I like these.”

“I can tell,” Martin said. “We’ve got about 10 minutes before we get to the airport. Go ahead and have some fun if you want.”

Holly didn’t waste another second. She immediately put her right hand on her snatch and started rubbing it through the thong, playing with that swelling clit. Her left hand went to her nipples, which ached with pleasure as she rubbed and squeezed them. She moved her thong aside and adana escort rubbed her exposed clit harder, running her fingers in small, fast circles, pussy cream leaking out to provide warm lubrication.

She knew Martin was enjoying the show and she didn’t care a bit. In fact, that was a big part of the fun. It turned her on to know he was watching, wishing he was fucking her right then, dreaming, no doubt, about what he would do to her in the hotel room tonight.

She bucked her hips off the seat and grabbed her pussy with both hands, rubbing it vigorously. Her eyes were closed, head back, mouth open. She felt the car come to a stop, but nothing was going to stop her now. She jammed away on her throbbing clit, finally climaxing in a series of gasps and whispers, her pussy flooding her thong and the car seat with sweet cream.

“Oh, that was so good!” she moaned, slowly opening her eyes to see they were stopped at a red light. Something caught her attention to her right and she looked to see a large passenger van next to her and dozens of eyes peering at her, fingers pointing. She noticed the side of the van said “Blackwood High School” and realized that it was probably some sort of school athletic team on their way to a game. She wasn’t sure how much they saw, but it was obvious from their ogling eyes, open mouths, pointing fingers and lewd gestures that they had seen plenty. Maybe they had spotted her even before they reached the light. Who knew? Just the thought of a dozen or so horny guys watching her was turning her on all over again.

As they started to pull away from the light, she turned to face the van and pulled her top down, revealing her first-class tits to the students and driver, who swerved and nearly hit them.

“I think they’ve seen enough,” Martin laughed, tapping the accelerator and pulling onto the exit lane for the airport.

“Do you want me to keep these beads in, or was that what you had in mind?” Holly said, secretly hoping she could keep them in.

“Oh, that was just a side benefit. No, what I have in mind is still to come,” Martin said. “You’ll see soon enough.”

They parked and Holly got out of the car, readjusting her tube top and thong, putting herself back together. She got the usual stares and whistles as they walked into the airport. Her nipples were still hard and quite visible to anyone within a few feet and anyone lucky enough to be behind them was treated to glimpses of her perfectly round ass as her skirt flipped up with every step.

They checked in and found out their flight was leaving in an hour. With no time to waste, they headed toward their gate, finding the usual long line to get through the security scanners. Holly had been through a million of these and it was all routine. Usually, the security guys made comments or took a few extra looks as they checked her through, but it was nothing more than what every other guy in the airport was doing. She was used to that. So, she wasn’t the least bit nervous as they approached the gate, but she noticed Martin smiling nervously and could tell he was excited about something.

Suddenly, it hit her. Metal balls inside her ass and pussy. Of course! She would set off the alarm and they would have to wave the wand over her. And when they realized where it was coming from …

Holly smiled and nodded at Martin, letting him know she had figured it out. “Just stay with me,” she said.

Martin went first, passing through with no problem, then turning to wait for her. She stepped through the gate, noticing the large, middle-aged security guard’s eyes bulge as got an eyeful of her. The alarm sounded and Holly could have sworn she heard the man say “Yes!” under his breath.

“Ma’am, please step over to the side,” he said, motioning to his left. Martin stepped over to. “Just stand with your hands at your sides, feet together,” the guard said. Holly did and he waved the wand over her, up and down both sides, then down her front — he seemed to take a long time at her chest — and her back.

“OK, ma’am,” he continued, “please spread your feet a little for me.” She did, opening her legs. He ran the wand between her thighs and the wand beeped.

“Give her a cavity search!” someone suggested.

“I’ll find it!” someone else offered.

The guard just smiled. This was turning into the best day of his career. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to perform a cavity search. Would you please come with me?”

“What’s the problem, sir?” Martin said, stepping in with the proper air of concern in his voice.

“Just routine, sir,” the guard replied. “Is the lady with you?”

“Yes,” Martin said.

“OK. Would you like to come with me, please.” He led them to a door just across the concourse from the security station and took them inside a small room with a bare table, four chairs and no windows.

“Please have a seat,” he said. “I have to call for a second guard. Normally, we would have a female present in the room, but Jackie called in sick today. I’ll see if I can find someone from one of the airlines, if you like, but it might ankara escort take some time.”

“No, that’s all right,” Holly said. “As long as Martin’s here, I trust you.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” the guard said. “I’ll just call Bobby in. My name’s Nate, by the way. We’ll try to make this quick and get you out of her as soon as possible. I’ll be right back.”

Nate left the room, locking it behind him, and called Bobby on his walkie talkie. “Bobby, man, you got to get over her for a cavity search. Trust me, you don’t want to miss this one. Hey, make sure the tape is running on the security camera. This will be worth watching later.”

Nate went back in the room and waited for Bobby. Bobby 38, 10 years younger than Nate, but they had worked together for nearly 15 years and were pretty good friends. Bobby was going to owe him one after this.

When Bobby came in, he tried to hide his excitement at the sight of Holly, but it was no use. Holly glanced at Martin, trying to hide his smile, knowing that so far this had gone exactly as he’d hoped.

“OK, ma’am,” Nate said. “Do you have any idea why the metal detectors keep going off? Can you think of anything that might be causing it? Are you pierced, um, anywhere that could be causing this?”

“No, I have no idea why this is happening,” Holly said innocently. “Can’t you just take my word for it? I mean, look at me, do I look like a terrorist to you?”

“No, ma’am,” Bobby laughed. “You sure don’t. But it’s regulations. You understand, right?”

“Not really,” Holly said.

“This is ridiculous!” Martin said, feigning anger.

“Sir, calm down,” Nate said. “We’ll have you and your daughter out of here in a few minutes.”

“She’s not my daughter,” Martin said, a gleem in his eye. When Nate raised his eyebrow in a questioning glance, Martin just nodded and smiled.

“Sorry, sir,” Nate said. “Well, we’ll have you and your … uh … you and the lady out of her as soon as possible. We’ll get you on your plane in time. Now, ma’am, I know it’s not comfortable, but if you would be so kind as to lay back on the table and just kind of let your legs hang off the end … yes, that’s it. Bobby…”

Bobby took the cue and gently pulled Holly’s legs apart, revealing her pink thong. Now, Holly knew why Martin had had her pull it up between her pussy lips before they came in. She heard Bobby gasp, starting to breath hard.

“Ma’am,” he said, voice shaky, “I have to remove your panties.”

“OK,” Holly said. She felt his hands run up the outside of her thighs and grab the top of the panties, gently pulling them down. The thong, however, was wedged so tightly between her ass cheeks and pussy lips that it wouldn’t come off.

“Uh, ma’am,” Bobby said, “could you please raise your legs?” Holly did and he reached under her, filling his hands with her ass cheeks as he took his time pulling the thong out and then watching it emerge reluctantly from between her pussy lips. “OK, you can put them down now. Thank you.” She did and he pulled the thong down her long legs, noticing that it was wet. He felt his cock stiffen. He pulled the thong the rest of the way off and tossed it to Nate, nodding to him to touch it so Nate would notice the moisture as well. Nate felt it in his hands, smiled and stuffed it in his pocket.

Holly kept her pussy clean shaven. While Martin said he preferred a small landing strip, the clothes she wore practically demanded she shave every day. That fact certainly didn’t go unnoticed by the guards.

“She looks clean to me,” Bobby couldn’t help but joke.

“We’ll see about that,” Nate said, stepping between Holly’s legs and leaning over for a closer look — much closer than he needed to be. Holly could actually feel his breath on her exposed pussy. He had to have seen the string already, but it was clear he was in no rush.

“Well, well,” Nate said, “what do we have here? Some sort of string. Bobby, let’s pull it and see what happens.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me,” Bobby nodded. He was standing right beside the table, his crotch just inches from Holly’s hand.

With his right hand, Nate took hold of the string and gently pulled. A few inches of string came out of her pussy, glistening with moisture, before he felt the resistance of the first ball. “I think we’ve got something here,” Nate said. “Bobby, I think I need a hand. Can you spread her a little for me.”

Bobby eagerly put his hands on both sides of her pussy, gently pulling it apart as Nate pulled. The first gold ball came into view as her pussy opened slowly. He kept pulling until the ball popped out with a wet sucking sound that told everyone that Holly’s pussy was every bit as tight and wet as it looked.

“Well, looky there,” Nate said. “Guess you just forgot about that, huh?”

“I did,” Holly said earnestly. “Martin likes me to wear them all the time. I’m so used to them, I just forgot. I’m sorry for the trouble, but now that you know what it is, can you just let us go?”

“I’m afraid not,” Nate said. “There’s more to this string and I see another one hanging adıyaman escort out of your ass. We’re going to clear both cavities and conduct a thorough search. Who knows what else you have hiding up there.”

“Come on guys,” Martin said, “this is crazy. Let us go.”

“Sir, you’re obviously a very lucky man,” Bobby said. “If you’d like to stay lucky, I suggest you keep your trap shut.”

Satisfied that they were in control of the situation, Nate pulled on the string until the second and third balls popped out, noticing how slick they were, covered in those sweet juices. He licked his lips, wanting a taste.

“OK, ma’am, roll over onto your stomach, please,” Nate instructed. Holly did and Nate flipped her skirt up to reveal her bare ass cheeks. He stepped aside and said, “you do the honors this time, Bobby. I’ll hold her for ya.”

Bobby grabbed the string and pulled while Nate gladly filled his hands with her firm ass cheeks and spread them apart until they had a great view of her tight, puckered hole. He glanced up at the security camera, smiling as he held his prize in his hands. That would make a great shot on the video.

Bobby slowly pulled all three silver balls out of Holly’s ass and set them aside on the table next to the gold ones.

“Now, that’s it, see,” Holly said. “Can we go now?”

“I think not,” Nate said. “Now we’re ready for the cavity search. Bobby, would you like to do the honors?”

“My pleasure!” Nate held Holly’s ass apart and Bobby prepared to search her.

“Better lube up,” Nate said. “She’s got plenty down there.”

Bobby dipped his fingers into Holly’s dripping pussy, letting her cream coat his fingers while he enjoyed the tight warmth of velvety pleasure. He reluctantly removed his hand and quickly moved to her asshole, gently but relentlessly pushing his wet fingers against her tight opening, spreading her open. He forced three fingers inside her and began pushing them back and forth.

“Better go deep,” Nate suggested. Bobby pushed as far into her ass as he could, feeling the heat surrounding his fingers. After a few minutes, he pulled them out. “I can’t find anything else,” he said. “You better check the other.”

They turned her back over and Bobby held her legs up in the air while Nate slowly entered her velvety wetness. He gradually went from one finger to four, feeling inside her, noticing how her clit stood up, her pussy leaked sweet nectar and her nipples tore at the inside of her tube top. Holly tried to keep her body still, calm, but it was reacting against her.

Nate sensed this and actually picked up the pace. “Well, partner, what do you think?” Nate asked. “I think she knew exactly what she was doing and that this is what she wanted. I think she’s a slut who gets off on this.”

“I think so too,” Bobby said. “Let’s make sure she gets off, then.”

Nate continued finger fucking her and Bobby went to work on her clit. Martin stood up and said, “Gentlemen, I have quite a bit of experience with her. If you’ll let me, I can help.”

“Bring it on, Marty,” Nate said. Martin stepped around the table and pulled Holly’s tube top down. He squeezed her giant tits together to let the guys get a good look, then began rubbing them and squeezing her nipples. Holly was moaning now as she gave in to her body’s urges and let the three men pleasure her with their hands. Those hands combined with their comments and the knowledge that they were watching her get off was more than Holly could take. She bucked her hips, pushed her tits hard against Martin’s hands and squealed as she came not once, but twice before she finally fell back and they reluctantly stepped away, watching her glistening body writhe in the afterglow of orgasm.

“We gotta get going,” Martin said at last. “It’s only 15 minutes until our flight leaves. Are we OK to go?”

“Yes, I think we can let you go,” Nate said. “However, we will need to keep these” — he held up the thong panties — “as evidence. And you can’t carry those anal balls on the plane, so you better stick them back in her.”

“Of course,” Martin said. “Actually, if you gentlemen would like, you may have the honors.”

Bobby and Nate smile and each picked up a string. Bobby held her ass open for Nate and Nate held her pussy open for Bobby, working as a team to fill her back up again.

Holly got up and thanked them both, then gave them each a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for a great time!” she said. “And thanks for giving them back to me. I was afraid you’d keep them.”

“No, ma’am,” Nate said. “It’s clear those belong inside you. I wouldn’t want to do anything to prevent that. You two have a safe flight and if you ever come back through here again, just ask for me and Bobby. We’ll make sure you don’t have any hassles.”

PART 7: FLYING HIGH The company, ever appreciative of what Martin and Holly were doing, always paid for first-class airfare and the flight to Las Vegas was no different. Martin also usually requested they have the middle and window seats if the plane had three or more seats on a side. That was the case with this one and, when they saw a sharp-dressed businessman sitting in the aisle, Holly knew exactly what Martin wanted her to do. Martin sat down first, squeezing past the man and sitting next to the window. Already, the man had noticed Holly and was no doubt trying to figure out how to discreetly steal a peek.

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MOWING THE LAWN, NAKED, WITH A FRIEND

This happened a number of years ago. We lived in Virginia. My husband worked days and I worked evenings. With the kids and such, we didn’t have much time for each other, particularly in the sexual arena. When I had an afternoon off and was alone, I was fortunate to experience a wonderful interlude to my otherwise hectic life.

I would usually mow the lawn about once a week while my husband was at work. Unless there was a drought or something else I had to do, I’d cut it on Wednesday, my usual day off. Well, one day, I’m pushing the mower back and forth when I notice a nice-looking young man mowing the neighbor’s lawn.

His name was Bradley. He had just been a shy eighteen-year-old when his family had moved in next to us four years earlier. He was home for a few days. He had been a nice, innocent and naive kid who matured into an impressive young man. He had blossomed while in college. An athlete, wrestling and track were his fortes. My husband and I had gotten to know his parents quite well, Carol and Edward. Unfortunately, they split up and Edward moved away, leaving Brad, his mom and a younger sister. I had noticed over the years of our friendship with the family that Brad seemed to have ‘a thing’ for me. I would catch him checking-me-out when our families got together for barbeques or football-watching parties. I had a pretty-good figure back then. I’d had kids, but had been working-out. I still had a remnant of my baby-tummy and my tits sagged a little, but otherwise I was in decent shape. Brad seemed to like my ass and would try to look down my shirt at my boobs. I imagine over the years he had seen just-about everything I had. I remember one time I was not wearing a bra and had a loose shirt covering me. I realized later in the evening that when I bent over, my nipples could be seen by anyone having the right viewpoint. It kind of turned-me-on knowing that I could still entice a young man’s interest.

I wasn’t oblivious to Brad’s body either. He was very fit and wore tight shirts that emphasized his physique. He would work around the yard without a shirt during the summer and I felt a tingling in my loins when I would see him. It was abstract attachment to the male form rather than attraction to Brad, but still, he had a hot-body. One time, at dinner, Brad had been running and sat among us on the patio wearing just his loose gym-shorts. I tried not to look, but was drawn to the sight of his penis visible in the gaping leg of his shorts. It took me a while to get the sight of the hooded tip of his young healthy cock out of my mind.

I had the sense that Brad would watch me through the bedroom windows of our adjacent houses. I often noticed him working out, wearing only gym shorts.

I flirted some with Brad. I would tease him about his girl-friends and ask if he was getting any. He would act embarrassed and accuse me of ‘trying to corrupt him’. A few times, Brad had asked me about some ‘female’ perspectives on things when he was dating one particular girl. His questions were in the vein of wondering about how women feel about sex and foreplay. I gave him a few hints of things to do that would please his lady-friends and told him about birth-control, things like that. Without him saying it, I knew he was screwing his girlfriend and it aroused me to talk to a young stud about sex. I would jump my husband or diddle myself after our conversations.

As for me, my husband Ralph and I were fully consumed with our daily lives, raising kids, working jobs with different hours, paying the mortgage and car loans. The thrill had pretty-much gone out of our sex lives. We had a good family, but the three kids were a lot of work. I cherished the time I had during the days when the kids were at school and I was off-work.

The people on either side of us, including Brad’s mom, all worked, so I was usually the only one home during the day. So, I’d get comfortable when mowing the lawn. I’d wear a tube top under a loose shirt, a bikini or some short shorts. It was usually hot and I’d sweat like crazy. I remembered Brad often coincidentally coming outside when I was mowing the lawn. A few times I’d noticed him looking out their upstairs window when I was doing yard work or sunning myself. I just was routinely doing things, without thinking about how I might be stimulating the interests of the neighbor’s son.

I was surprised to see Brad home. He had just graduated from college and was heading off to the military. Come-to-think-of-it, his mother had said he would be home for a day-or-two before heading off on his own.

I was mowing the lawn and Brad, next door, was mowing too. There was a three-foot chain-link fence between our yards. The power mowers made a lot of noise, so we couldn’t hear each other talking. We just went about our work without speaking to each other. I waved and he did the same. Brad was wearing a tight t-shirt and a pair of cargo pants. I noticed that his shirt highlighted bayburt escort his impressive body. We nodded at each other as we mowed.

Brad stopped for a minute and then resumed mowing, this time without his shirt on. He smiled at me as we passed. His upper body was covered with a sheen of sweat. His muscles flexed when he moved. He had no hair on his chest and almost looked like one of those Greek statues. Thinking of those statues, I remembered the ones where the guy was nude and the statue included a carving of the subject’s penis. I still get a little thrill seeing the shriveled dicks on those Greek gods. I wonder if all Greeks really have little pricks.

Seeing Brad reduce his clothing gave me the idea to do the same. It was very hot and I was sweating too. I took my loose shirt off and continued mowing in my yellow tube top. It was pretty thin and I my nipples were poking through it. I was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and sneakers. We passed and smiled again.

Brad took the next move when he went in the house to get a drink and came back out wearing a pair of shorts, having removed his cargo pants. Given the heat, there was nothing unusual about that. But now I had the best view as I saw the outline of his ‘package’ bulging inside his shorts. I know I shouldn’t have been looking, but he looked so damn good. He was wearing shoes and those shorts, that’s all.

I thought, well okay, let’s continue this game. I went back in my house and removed my shorts which left me with the yellow bikini bottom I had been wearing underneath. It was very risqué. My ass cheeks were visible; it was almost like a G-string in the back when it nestled into my ass cleft. We continued to pass each other as we mowed. He smiled at me again, but it was a different-kind of smile. I sensed a bit of desire. The sexual attractiveness of his body was affecting me too.

He made the next move. He stood by the back door to his house and pulled off his gym shorts, leaving him wearing just a jock strap. With his sweating, the jock was wet and the bulge of his balls and his penis was very visible. It seemed to be growing in size. I thought the tip of his prick was poking out on the top of his jock. Seeing this young stud’s dick bouncing around with his movements was stirring my hormones.

It took a big decision for my next move, but I thought, why not. Nobody was around. I was in a pleasant mood. The game we were playing was titillating. I took off my top and was now mowing topless. My nice hard nipples were out in the sun. Brad smiled and nodded as he walked by. He had never seen my two beauties fully exposed, so far as I knew. I would sometimes sun myself topless, so my breasts had a light tan to them. I have c-cup boobs and they bounced as I walked. The sheen of wet perspiration gave them a glow in the sunlight. I thought we had reached the end of our game. Letting this nice young man see my breasts before he went off to serve his country seemed like a nice thing to do. I wanted him to remember me when he was travelling all over the world, the nice neighbor lady with the pretty tits.

Brad’s next move truly surprised me. He went back by his house and returned to mowing wearing nothing at all. No shoes, no shorts, nothing. I gasped at his boldness and looked at his semi-hard cock dangling in front of him, bouncing and swaying as he walked. He had an impressive young prick hanging there. I mentally compared it my husband’s now aging dick, which was not as large. Years later, I still have the image imprinted in the back of my mind of that light brown cock flapping against Brad’s leg. Seeing a man’s cock still turns me on. Porn flicks and photos are nothing like actually seeing one. My juices started flowing as I tried to mow in a straight line and not be too overt about gawking at Brad’s impressive weapon. The thought of him using it on me subconsciously entered my mind and affected my mind-set.

Now it was my turn again, if I wanted to continue. I looked around at the nearby houses to be sure nobody was watching. I mowed back toward the house and when I made the turn for another pass, I stopped and shed my bikini bottom and my shoes. I wiggled the suit down my hips and it fell to my ankles. I kicked it off and pulled off one, then the other shoe. Now I was naked too as I mowed one of the last strips of grass needing to be cut. Bradley stopped and looked at me as I walked by him with the lawn mower. He ogled my nice firm tits and the brown triangle of hair over my cunt. Despite the hot weather, I felt cool and free walking around outside nude. Hopefully, the neighbors weren’t home. I finished the lawn and turned off the mower, letting it sit to cool down. I pushed the mower to the shed in the yard where we store it.

As I was putting the mower away, Bradley walked into my yard and approached me. He was still naked. His bronze cock was dangling beside his leg. It was the biggest one I had ever seen. I hadn’t seen many live cocks, and bilecik escort this one captured my attention. I tried not to look directly at it.

Brad had two bottles of water in his hands and said, “You look like you could use a drink.” He handed a bottle to me and I took a good swallow. The cold water was very refreshing. He surprised me with what he did next. He took the other bottle in his hand and said “You are all covered with grass and sweat” as he poured the water on my head, chest and shoulders. The cool water ran over my tits and down over my stomach and brown pussy and onto my legs. It took my breath away. My chest heaved while I recovered. I reacted by pouring the remainder of my water over his chest and poured some onto his cock. I slowly poured the water on his manhood, watching the liquid flow down and pour off the end of his prick.

He didn’t say anything else, but wrapped his arms around me and began to kiss me. I didn’t resist and kissed him back. We went to the ground in the grass. He licked my nipples, breasts and stomach which were covered with my salty sweat. He moved down to my hips and placed a kiss on my clitoris. When he licked my cunt between my labia, it sent an electric jolt through my body. He moved up and slid his pelvis between my thighs. He guided his thick cock to my opening and I felt it probing for an entry. When he breached the opening to my vagina, I pulled him into me with my legs. He began slowly and was soon fucking me at a regular pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist and his ass, holding him in. We got into a motion together, humping back and forth. His dick was huge inside me. With each thrust, I felt like he was prying me open. He was pumping me slow and took his time to bring on my orgasm. As I felt it coming over my body, I felt him coming inside me. He poured a considerable volume of semen into my vagina. It took a while for him to empty his balls deep inside me. I was getting fucked bareback and relished the warm gush of his cum inside me. He held himself inside me for a while, letting me feel his cock as it deflated and slipped out of my cum-filled channel. As he pulled out, I could feel his sperm dripping out of me and could feel it all over my very sloppy cunt. A stream ran down between my legs into the crack of my ass.

He sat up and said “Mrs. Baker, I’ve wanted to do that for so long”.

I laughed and said, “You should call me Ellie. I think we have gotten past being formal with each other.”

He said, “I used to watch you through the window from my bedroom. You usually kept your blinds closed, but sometimes I could get a glimpse of you. One time you were chasing a fly on the window and pulled the blinds up. You were nude and I saw your beautiful tits and the top of your pussy. I’ve jacked-off thinking about you many times.”

“You’re a bad boy.” I said. “You walk around wearing nearly nothing and don’t expect me to look.”

He said, “Sometimes I would deliberately put on a show when I sensed you were watching.”

I said, “I saw your cock slipping down the leg of your shorts one time and when you would tell me about what you were doing with your girlfriends, I would go home and jump my husband.”

He continued, “This is a dream come true, making it with my neighbor, the MILF. Thank you.”

I asked if he was home for the summer. He said he had just graduated from college and was only home for a few days. He went on to say that he would be leaving the next day for the Army. We both laughed. He said he expected his mom to be home pretty soon and he needed a shower.

He said, “Don’t tell my mom about this.”

I asked, “Wouldn’t your mother be proud of what a stud her son has become? The neighbor lady let you fuck her with the nice cock you have.”

When he stood up, I saw that wonderful cock and had to have it in my mouth. I put my hand on his leg to keep him from leaving and put my mouth on his flaccid penis. When I took it in my mouth, it immediately began to grow in size. It was at full staff in a moment. I sucked on his prick for a while. He groaned, putting his hands behind his head and letting me have my way with him. He pushed his pelvis forward to match the thrusts of my mouth. I looked around while his prick was in my mouth, marveling at the spectacle of being naked and sucking a man’s cock in full daylight where neighbors might see us.

“Gosh, Mrs. B, you are fantastic.”

I sucked his dick into my throat. He was big, but I managed to get that wonderful phallus down into my gullet. No one had ever done that to him before and I was pleasantly surprised when he pumped another squirt of semen into my mouth. I eagerly licked him prick clean and smiled wickedly at him.

“Did any of your girlfriends do that for you?” I asked.

He was speechless for a moment and said, “I never knew anything could feel that good.”

I said, “A MILF knows how to give a man pleasure more than those college girls you’ve been chasing. bingöl escort You’ll never get a better blow-job than the one this saggy old MILF has given you.”

I invited him in for glass of tea and he told me about his plans with the Army. He was leaving the next day and he was enthused about the future.

In the kitchen, we were both still naked and when I was leaning over the sink to rinse the tea glasses, Bradley came up behind me. I felt his prick against my ass crack. The thing was hard again. Oh, the gifts of youth! I spread my legs and he slipped inside my very slippery cunt. I pushed back into him and enjoyed the feeling of his cock pumping back and forth. With my vagina full of his previous load, his prick felt really different, sloshing around in my cunt. He brought me to an orgasm. I still remember looking at our reflection in the window. I was naked with Bradley pumping back and forth. I had never cheated on my husband, but here I was stark-naked in our kitchen getting fucked by the neighbor kid.

I had to have more, so I pulled away and led him down to the floor. He laid on his back and I straddled his hips. I wanted that wonderful cock as far inside me as it could go. I held his prick and positioned my pussy over it. I nudged my cunt-hole with his prick and then settled down onto him. His prick was farther inside me than any other prick would reach. His dick nudged the entrance to my cervix, which heightened my arousal to another orgasm. I twisted around fucking myself on Bradley’s cock, focusing on the large cock moving inside me. He was looking at my naked body, fondling and sucking on my tits, enjoying his dream-come-true with the neighbor lady. I was amazed when he came inside me again. This young man had amazing stamina. I never remembered my husband coming three times in such a short time-span. It was the most intense sex I’ve ever had. We were two naked, sex-starved (at least I was) people, enjoying a once-in-a-lifetime fuck.

I sat on the floor dazed. I was covered with sweat, there was a mat of grass clippings on my back, ass and legs. Cum was dripping out of me. My crotch was all sloppy with cum and grass clippings.

Then Bradley jumped up and said, “Oh shit. I hear our garage door opening. My mother is home.”

Thinking quickly, I said, “I’ll go out front and talk with her while you jump over the fence and go in your back door and get dressed.”

“Don’t go like that.” He said, pointing to my naked body.

I quickly put on a short house dress that was by the washer and went out the front door. I shouted “Carol, Hello.”

I talked with her for a few minutes. “I saw that Bradley is home.”

She said, “He’s home for just a couple of days. He’s off to join the Army.”

“Wow! That’s great. Please say hello for me.”

She said, “I think he’s home. You should say hi, yourself.” Then she said, “That boy has had a crush on you for a long time. You’re a MILF to him.”

“What’s a MILF?” I pretended not to know.

“Mother I’d Like to Fuck.” She said.

“Oh, my gosh. I hope I didn’t do anything to lead him on.”

“No. He’s just a horny young man, wants to fuck every woman he sees, but you’re his favorite.”

I didn’t know what to say. Talking to a mother about possibly fucking her son was more than a bit unusual.

Then she said, “I could use a little myself.” She told me how she had been without sex since her husband had left. “I don’t want another relationship, I’d just like a good roll-in-the-hay.”

I laughed and then she said, “You wouldn’t mind letting me borrow your husband once in a while, would you?”

She was suggesting that she wanted to fuck my husband.

“He barely has any energy for me, but you’re welcome to him.” I don’t know why I said that. Maybe I wanted to assuage my guilt for just having had extra-marital sex for the first time with Carol’s son. (My husband did fuck Carol a few months later, but that is another story.)

I went in and said hello to Bradley, who acted like he hadn’t seen me for a while. He gave me a hug. I inhaled the scent of his sweaty body. His mother did ask him what he had been doing. When he told her he’d been mowing the lawn, she commented on how he was sweaty and covered with grass clippings. She looked at me and said, “You are too, Kim.”

I changed the subject, hoping she hadn’t put things together about me fucking her son.

I staggered back into our house. I went upstairs and took a long bath. The warm water soothed my body. My pussy was not sore, but it was still recovering from getting fucked by Bradley’s wonderful cock. I had the phantom feeling of his cock still being inside me. My kids then my husband came home. I went to bed early, exhausted. My pussy was leaking Brad’s semen until the next morning.

Bradley left the next day. We didn’t have any more time together. I got his email address and sent him a nude photo of me the next week, something he could look at while in Army training. I wrote, “Be safe and remember me, love! Mrs. B.”

Carol moved away a few years later and we lost touch with each other when she married a pharmaceutical salesman and moved to Ohio. The last I heard, Bradley was a major in the Army, was married and was doing quite well.

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“I’m insane, I’m totally insane!”

Nicole paced around her apartment, the gravity of what she had been planning on doing finally hitting her. Dressed in just a simple black tank top that struggled to hold her considerable bust, and an old pair of panties, the redhead certainly looked ready for what she had planned, even wearing such little clothing. Though what she was planning would require her to wear even less…

You see, Nicole had a thing for nudity. It was strange to explain to those not already acquainted with the particular hobby (though some may call it a kink). Specifically, Nicole liked being naked in public places. Places she shouldn’t be naked, and could be caught at any moment by some fully clothed person, who would get a full view of the buxom redhead in all her naked glory, her large uncovered breasts, her ass and curves and her trimmed snatch, that proved that yes, she was a natural redhead. Even saying she liked it was a bit of an understatement. You could very easily say she loved it… Maybe even a bit more than that… You probably wouldn’t be too wrong in even thinking…

…she got off on it.

“I’m out of my mind thinking about this!” Nicole cringed at her own thoughts, as she continued padding around her apartment near the door. Glancing over at the clock confirmed that it was now about fifteen minutes past midnight, five minutes after she had told herself she was going to start. The hallways were bound to be empty by now, and it was late enough that no one would be leaving their apartment, at least no one on the same floor as her. Nicole could feel the tingles of excitement starting as she considered starting off her little adventure.

It had been a strange thing discovering that she was into being naked and exposed where she wasn’t supposed to be. Though it was only recently after researching her fascination, that she found out it had a name. ENF, or embarrassed nude female, and with that name, she found pages and pages of literature, girls sharing their stories and experiences, or even made up scenarios. It got her thinking of her own scenarios where she was naked and embarrassed in public, and those thoughts turned her on beyond belief! Before long, it wasn’t enough for her anymore, she needed her own experience…

She’d been talking with a fellow ENF enthusiast online, someone she only knew as ‘Kate’, who had been very open with talking about stories and past experiences of her own. Even just Kate’s description of the arousal she had felt during one of her adventures was enough to supply Nicole with multiple masturbation sessions worth of material. And when Kate finally mentioned to her that she should try to stage her own exhibitionist fantasy, that was the final push Nicole needed…

Which led her to tonight. Nicole finally had enough of her own nerves getting in the way, her budding arousal seemingly taking control. In a swift moment, she had opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Her hands were shaking as she locked her apartment door, leaving the busty redhead blushing, standing out in the hallway in just a tank top and panties.

“OhmygodwhatamIdoing!”

The adrenaline still rushing through her, Nicole made to enact the next phase of her plan. Hiding her key behind a small plant, she made her way towards the elevator, the carpet of the hallway against her bare feet sending shockwaves up her body at such a foreign sensation. Every inch of her scantily clad body was on fire, looking down at herself she could see her nipples already poking through the thin material of her tank top. Not wanting to dawdle too long out of fear of chickening out, the redhead upped her pace, reaching the elevator.

Having only been out in the halls for just over a minute, Nicole could feel her heart racing at what was to come next. With her face as red as her hair, she pushed the call button, frantically looking around herself to make sure no one was around to see her, the silence being interrupted with a loud ‘DING’ as the elevator arrived, making Nicole jump, just now realising that anyone who may be in the elevator would get a full look at her in her unclothed state.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Nicole was breathless, seeing that the elevator was indeed empty. Se needed to be more careful, or tonight would be full of close calls like that! Stepping half into the elevator to stop the doors from closing, the redhead began the next phase of her adventure.

Trembling slightly, her hands grabbing the waistband of her old panties, biting her lip, and with one final look around, peeling the garment down her shaking legs. Nicole stepped out of her underwear, holding the small piece of fabric in her hands, heart pounding in her chest. She was now standing in the middle of her apartment hallway, in noting by a thin tank top. Her pussy was on full display in this publicly accessible place. She could already feel her arousal spiking up, a look down at her discarded panties confirmed that they were indeed very aksaray escort wet, a blush spreading across the redhead’s face.

Her breathing heavy, Nicole reached into the elevator, pushing the button for the ground floor. From the tenth floor she was on, the elevator would take it’s time getting down there, time she would spend without any covering for her lower half. Throwing her wet panties into the elevator, Nicole stepped out of the elevator, the doors closing right before her very eyes.

“I’m really out here bottomless!” Nicole whispered to no one else but herself, turning her back to the elevator and looking out across the public hallway she was standing in. Pulling her tank top down to cover her pussy, she could feel how sensitive and wet the experience had already made her. Her large breasts strained against the tank top, threatening to pop out at any moment or with one wrong move, exposing her rock-hard nipples to the air.

Putting one shaking foot in front of the other, Nicole began walking back down the hallway she had just came down. Her body now an even bigger bundle of nerves, She could feel the cool air blowing against her wet crotch, the redhead feeling her arousal increasing as she passed by her apartment door once again, having no intention of getting to the safety of her home. She continued walking down the hallway, towards the stair well, her arousal growing more and more as she walked. Even the feeling of her (at this point soaked) thighs rubbing against each other as she shuffled along the carpeted floor was sending her arousal through the roof.

Entering the stairwell, Nicole quickly made her way down the stairs, stopping hallway down to the next floor to catch her breath. The redhead had never experienced such a thrill, and by now, she was sure she was the horniest she’s ever been. Wearing only a tank top that did nothing to hide her intimates on the bottom half, and very little for the top half, Nicole had never quite felt her arousal at these levels.

Hearing noise from the stairs below, Nicole felt her heart drop. She had always loved the ENF fantasies but had never imagined actually being caught! The thrill of being naked in a public place was more than enough for her! Quickly repositioning her hands to cover her fiery curls and curvy ass, Nicole started making her way back up the stairs, passing by her own floor, even higher up the building. Upon reaching the floor just above hers, she heard another door open on the floor just above!

“Shitshitshitshit!”

Without thinking, the redhead threw herself through the door on the eleventh floor. She didn’t even check if there was anyone currently on the floor before she went through the door, and hurriedly shuffled herself down the carpeted hallway, something she mentally smacked herself for! She didn’t want to be caught! No matter how wet the thought of it made her!

Shuffling along the carpeted floor on her bare feet, Nicole took a moment to look at her surroundings, seeing how similar and yet dissimilar the other floors were to her own, as she had never had any other reason to visit them. Though it did little to distract her from the fact that her only piece of clothing was a thin tank top, which she was sure was soaked by now from where she was holding it against her pussy. The redhead let out a groan at how worked up this whole adventure had gotten her, her excitement building even more at the thought that it wasn’t over yet!

Nicole gasped as she felt the hem of her tank top brush against her throbbing clit. She so desperately wanted to take a moment to take care of herself, but she knew most of her courage was coming from her arousal, and decided it was best to press on. Even the static breeze of the air-conditioned hallway against her bare legs was enough to send shivers down the redhead’s spine, and thoughts of cumming like a whore against one of her random neighbours’ doors crossed her mind. Continuing to get lost in her fantasies, Nicole reached the other end of the eleventh-floor hallway.

Pushing herself through the door to the stairwell, the ginger grinned. She was already so horny, and now she was about to fully make her fantasies a reality. The final phase of her plan was to take off her tank top, her last remaining piece of clothing, and throw it down the centre of the stairwell. She’d then have no choice but to make the remainder of the journey back to her apartment completely naked and embarrassed, not to mention turned on.

The pale redhead took it slowly, lifting the tank top just below the bottom of her large breasts. This was it, she would be completely naked in a public place! Just as the top reached beyond her sensitive nipples, it happened.

Louder than she’s ever heard, a blaring sound emerged from the speaker system of the building. No sooner had they gone off than the redhead knew what was happening. The fire alarm! It was probably just another drill, but still, she couldn’t exactly practise evacuation amasya escort when all she was wearing was a tank top!

She needed to get back to her apartment. She needed to get to clothes! Nicole began making her way back down the apartment stairwell, her tank top scrunched up in her hands, covering her throbbing pussy. About halfway down the stairs, the redheads heart began pounding in her chest as she heard doors begin opening from the floors below. Her face turned a similar color to her hair as she realised, of course everyone would be using the stairs in a fire drill! She was a sitting duck out here! There was no way for her to get back to her apartment without being seen by her neighbours with her pussy and ass very much bare!

Nicole began walking back the way she came, back up the stairs. She needed to get back to the floor above, it was the safest place for her now! Her bare feet being tickled by the carpet, she reached the top of the stairs, and went over to the door. She froze.

“Idiot idiot idiot!”

Seeing through the window on the door, people on the eleventh floor had already started evacuating, and were heading straight towards her! She was between two crowds of people, completely bottomless and horny, with nowhere to go. The only way she could think of would be to continue going up, but who knows if people would start pouring out of there! Still, she felt she had little choice…

On shaking legs, the bottomless redhead ran up the stairs to the twelfth floor. Just as she was out of sight of the eleventh-floor door, she heard it open and the floors occupants start flooding out, and down the stairs. Nicole tried to steady her breathing, she needed to be listening to the floor above, in case anyone else was evacuating, not that a prior warning would do her much good, there was literally nowhere else for her to go. She was broken out of her thoughts by a twinge of pleasure from her clit, and a low groan escape from her lips. She could feel from where she was holding the tank top that she was soaked, probably staining her garment. Even in a situation like this, she was horny beyond belief!

Reaching the twelfth floor, the redhead realised that the people on this floor would be coming this way, so she continued going up the stairs. The stairs just led to the roof, and the door would be locked, but hopefully she would be able to hide up here! Running up to the top of that staircase, Nicole crouched down, trying hard to catch her breath. Seconds later she heard the door from below open once again, and everyone start walking down the stairs, only a few feet from Nicole’s embarrassed form.

After a minute or so, she started to catch her breath again, and Nicole took full inventory of her situation. She was at the very top of her apartment building, hornier than she’s ever been, and all she’s wearing is a small tank top. Looking down Nicole saw her legs, completely bare from her feet up to her wet thighs, and her throbbing pussy, covered by fiery curls. Seeing the tank top, she realised that as she was running her big tits must have sprung free, as she was looking at two rock hard nipples staring back at her. Nicole’s face turned an impressive crimson as she hurriedly repositioned the tank top to cover her exposed breasts, as if that made her situation any better.

Nicole listened out for anyone who may be coming back up the stairs and could possibly see her. After about 5 minutes the sound of people going down the stairs had ceased, but Nicole didn’t move. She was paralysed with fear and was sitting in a puddle of her own feminine goo. Her heart was thumping in her ears, she was sure from both the fear and arousal of the situation.

“Mhhmm, fuck.”

The redheads’ finger accidentally brushed past her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. She had never been so turned on, and she briefly considered pleasuring herself to orgasm, if nothing else to try to calm her down from how jittery her aroused body was. Biting her lip, Nicole felt one of her hands start to fondle her breasts, moaning out and immediately catching herself. She thought about her evacuating with everyone else, going down the stairs bottomless, everyone being able to see her exposed intimates, as they stared at her, some pointing and laughing. This fantasy proved to be more than the poor redhead could take, she moaned out once again.

“Someone up there? This is the fire department, are you hurt?”

Nicole froze, her heart sinking. She had been so caught up with her own arousal she hadn’t even heard the clunking sounds of the firefighter’s boots coming up the stairs. This was just a drill, why did the fire department show up? They were heading towards her; they were all going to see the obviously horny redhead in all her glory! She had to get out of here, but where could she go?!?

“Hello? You need to evacuate right now!”

A booming voice from right below her shook her to her core. The firefight antalya escort was only a few short feet away from her quivering form. This was it, there was nowhere for her to go, she was caught!

“Miss? Miss… miss?” The firefighter rounded the corner seeing the pale redhead sitting there at the top, by the door to the roof. Nicole was frozen there in shock. As quick as he had shown up, another two firefighters decked out in full gear appeared behind him, all three showing shocked expressions to the horny girl, who hadn’t yet moved, she was just there feeling her arousal flare up to unbearable levels.

“Mm..miss, you need to evacuate with everyone else, come on!” The female firefighter said, beginning to climb the stairs, reaching out to the overstimulated redhead. Nicole wanted to back away, but there was literally nowhere for her to go! The firefighter grabbed her arm and pulled her down the stairs. The firemen all saw her as she stood up from her puddle of lady goo, her fiery curls and lower lips leaking honey, blossoming for all to see! She could see it right away, the female firefighter noticed how obviously aroused she was, and pulled harder, bringing her back down onto the eleventh floor.

The next few minutes were a blur for the curvy girl. The firefighters led her down the stairs one flight at a time. Apparently, there wasn’t a fire, but this was the annual drill, so every occupant had to participate. That also applied if the occupant was bottomless apparently! As Nicole was led down the stairs by the lady firefighter, she felt her arousal spike with every step of her bare feet to the carpeted floor.

“Please… everyone… they’ll see me…” Nicole pleaded, though she was almost completely out of breath. Her nipples were threatening to cut through her tank top. The firefighter looked at the ginger, something resembling pity coming to her face.

“Sorry love, everyone needs to be outside…” Her voice was sombre, though Nicole didn’t miss the glance down at her privates, “Though… I think you’re liking this more than you let on…”

Nicole simply squeaked in response, the firefighter’s arm on her shoulder continuing to guide her down the stairs. She was mortified that her, admittedly obvious, arousal was pointed out so matter of factly, but it also happened to turn her even more so than she already was, her pussy leaking like a faucet. By the third floor her legs were starting to shake as she started to see the crowd of building occupants that were gathered outside. Nicole pulled her tank top down once again in an attempt to cover her pussy, accidentally brushing her clit as she did so…

“Auuuggghhhh”

The ginger broke free from the firefighter’s grasp, slumping against the wall as her curvy body was rocked with waves of pleasure. When she brushed against her swollen, throbbing clit, she had accidentally set herself off into an embarrassing orgasm in front of the firefighter, one that was shamefully loud. Nicole couldn’t help herself, keeping her tank top pulled down over her spasming and leaking pussy, exposing her large breasts in the process. Nicole’s face was burning as she realised what she was doing but couldn’t help but moan.

The firefighter stood there rather awkwardly, having realised what had happened to the ginger exhibitionist. Still, she knew she had a job to do, and she grabbed one of Nicole’s shaking arms, pulling her into a standing position on her weak shaky legs (which she noted had white lady honey running down them) as the girl continued to moan.

It must have taken another two floors for Nicole to fully recover from her orgasm, because before she knew it, the firefighter had dragged her to the staircase right before the ground floor. Her eyes widened as she realised that she was about to be thrown outside in front of all her neighbours and the building occupants in just the tank top, straight after an orgasm!

The image and the fact this this was all happening made all the released sexual energy Nicole had just expelled build back up in an instant, and the redhead groaned at the fact that she was already so horny again! This wasn’t her plan! She never wanted to be seen like this! But the firefighters grip on her made it impossible for her to get away! Just as they reached the bottom floor, the elevator dinged, doors sliding open to reveal a pair of wet panties sitting there in the middle of it. Nicole wanted to grab them, but one look from the firefighter told her she wasn’t going to be allowed out of her gasp.

“W…wait!” Nicole tried her best, pleading with all her might to no avail, as she was dragged towards the door of the building. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her clit was throbbing. She could easily see fifty people through the glass of the door, and the firefighter dragged her over, and in one fell swoop, pulled the door open and unceremoniously threw the ginger out, in front of everyone.

In an instant all eyes were on her; all the blushing redhead could do was look back at everyone. They were all looking at her standing in front of them, her only clothing being a black tank top. A tank top that did nothing to cover her bush, her large breasts having fallen free once again as the firefighter was dragging her.

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