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So, after an incredible first night and a great weekend, it was time to head back to our normal lives. Still, we had some time before getting home and a long car ride that could lead to some fun. In the spirit of the weekend, I suggested as we were packing, that my babe wear the nice black little summer dress we picked up along our shopping trip the day before.

“Any reason why?” she asked me, a look of excitement on her face.

Seeing that excitement I walked up behind her and softly kissed her neck. Reaching around in front of her and grabbing a handful of her tits, I kissed her neck teasingly as I pinched her nipples through her shirt. “Leave the bra and panties in your bag too,” I instructed. It wasn’t a request, but an order.

As we finished packing Suzi disappeared into the bathroom, coming out a short few minutes later dressed in just a flimsy black summer dress with sheer sides and a sheer top. I didn’t say anything, the chubby I felt in my jeans speaking for me. Taking our bags down to the elevator it was obvious that she was getting excited walking around like this. Just two nights ago, she’d been walking this same hall late at night with just a towel wrapped around her neck. That was nearly midnight though. This was different. Looking at her mirrored image off the decorative mirrors around the elevator door I could see her nipples through the top of her little dress. Her nipples were as hard as my dick was becoming. As the door to the elevator finally opened, she walked in first as I picked up our bags, catching the surprise of her flipping the back of her dress up above her waist. As I entered the elevator she stood there, holding the bottom of her dress at her waist, turning to flash me a shot of her cleanly shave pussy.

I legitimately wanted her dressed as sexy as possible for the ride home but on the way out of town, as we found her way to the highway on ramp, I noticed a small adult bookstore with just a couple of cars in the back lot. It was just after two in the afternoon so I didn’t imagine that there’d be much business and suggested that we stop for a look around.

Walking through the front door the main showing area was well lit and had the traditional racks of magazines and videos on one side. While I stopped to look at the videos I told her she could find herself a new toy to try out if she wanted. I picked out a video for the two of us to enjoy at home and walked over to the attendant, a bored looking fellow in his twenties wearing a nametag that read Jeff.

“Quiet place today,” I said, handing him the video and a hundred dollar bill.

“Everyday,” he replied.

“Yeah, I can see that,” I said looking around, seeing a couple guys meandering around the video booths in the back of the store.

“Listen chief, I don’t have enough in the drawer to make change for a hundred. You’ll have to find something else to buy or maybe skip the sale today,” the attendant told me.

“Well,” I told him, “What if let you keep the change?” I suddenly had a great idea as the two guys in the back seemed to be interested in what was going on up front. “I’ll even throw çorum escort in a bigger tip, if you let me have a little fun with my friend over there”.

“Sure,” said the attendant, have at it, anything to lighten up my day.

With that I walked over to my little sweetheart and kissed the back of her neck as I reached beneath her skirt grabbing a hold of her incredible ass. At first she swatted my hands away.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Having a little fun,” I told her, “Besides our original deal was anything I wanted for the weekend.” As she leaned into me, looking over at the attendant, I told her not to worry about him. That elicited a wicked little grin.

“As much as I’m sure I’ll regret this, what do you have in mind?” she said, again giving me that sexy look of hers as she bites her lower lip.

With that acknowledgement, I reached down lower again and grabbed the hem of her dress. Tugging it slowly I had it around her waist within seconds as I turned her toward the attendant, giving him an intentional view of her lovely ass. Reaching down with my free hand I started sliding my first two fingers between the folds of her wetness. I rubbed her slightly, noticing that she opened her legs to grant me better access. It was so public, so open, that I couldn’t help but to get hard in that moment.

“Jesus baby, I might as well be naked,” she cooed in my ear, giving me a great idea.

As I looked her in the eye, a slight hint of fear coming over her face, she knew she’d given me an idea. Residing herself to what she’d just presented, she reached down in front of herself and unbuttoned the dress she had on, allowing it to slip down over her shoulders. Looking up at me with a loving gaze, she dropped the little black sundress off her arms, the light fabric sticking slightly at her waist. As she stepped away from me, pushing it down to her ankles, she walked right out of the dress wearing just her black heels and gold belly chain. Here was my fifty year old milf standing completely nude in an adult book and video store at barely three o’clock in the afternoon.

As she walked past the attendant, heading towards the back video area where the rest of the customers were at, I nearly stuttered the next words, wait up. Following her back into the video section she was mesmerizing me. She walked past a couple of booths that were occupied and into the reddish colored lighting of the hall passing a thick built guy in a Harley shirt and jeans. As she did she swayed sexily by him, running her hand down his chest. Finding an open booth, she pushed the door open and entered, looking back at me.

The red light of the hallway made her tan skin stick out in the light. Catching up to her she was already sitting on a stool in the center of the room, facing the door as she waited.

“So,” she asked, “do you have any quarters?”

Fumbling through my pockets I found a handful of change and fed the video machine. Picking one to her liking, she finds her video of choice and pushes me against the wall as she begins to fumble with my zipper. Taking my dick out of my denizli escort pants, she watches the video out the corner of her eye and moves her hands up and down me as she stares tensely. Giving the shaft a couple licks and stroking me she smiles up at me as I start to enjoy the show both on the screen and in front of me. Then she takes me in her mouth. It’s an intoxicating sight.

As I’m standing there against the wall, I notice that this is one of those rooms that’s got holes in the wall. I tapped her on the shoulder to warn her. Looking over at the hole she just giggled about it and went back to sucking my cock. Finding the hole on her left Suzi put a finger in it. When she pulled it back I was surprised to see that a cock followed it. It wasn’t just a cock, but a hugely thick and lengthy one. It nearly bounced off of her shoulder it was so long, ten inches plus if you know what I mean.

Seeing the other cock sticking through the hole in the wall, Suzi puts her free hand around it and begins stroking the strange cock. As she bobs her head back and forth on my tool, working her right hand she moves her hand faster up and down the strange cock in the wall. Then she surprised me, turning to suck the larger strangers cock. I can hear the moaning and occasional gag as she tries to take more and more of it down her throat, still stroking my dick as my balls tighten. “Soon,” I mumble, enjoying the expertly given handjob I’m receiving. Mere moments later she puts her mouth back on my cock and sucks hardly several times, using her tongue on the tip to drive me over the edge. I start to feel the unmistakable feeling and unload first into her mouth and then down the side of her face and across her tits. She strokes and sucks the one in the wall for a minute more and then he too sprays her with shot after shot of cum across her face, it dripping down her neck onto her tits.

Satisfied, she licks us both clean and then rubs all the cum on her face and tits into her skin. Looking up at me she smiles. That’s when it hits me, through my still excited breathing and racing heartbeat, that she was completely naked and we’d left her dress on the floor in the lobby of the store. It must have hit her too as she started looking around for something to wipe off with.

“Where’s my dress?”

Laughing I tell her I walked off without picking it up. Suzi shrugs her shoulders as she climbs back onto her feet. Walking out first she heads back to the front of the store looking for her dress. Following right behind her, the store is much busier now. The man at the front register was no longer there. Instead, a slightly heavy set black woman in her thirties was watching the register.

“Um,” I say to her, “We came in and someone else was here. We sort of had an arrangement.”

Laughing she tells me that I was talking about the day shift attendant. She explains he’s a college student and she takes over at three everyday so he can make it to class. She says her name is Rona and asks if she can be of help.

“We kind of got ahead of ourselves and left something laying on the floor,” Suzi düzce escort tells her, stepping around from behind me.

“Well well,” says Rona, stepping around from behind the counter. “Now I see what he meant by something arranged with a client…he let you two have a little fun.”

“Yes,” I told her.

“Well,” I guess this is my lucky day, she says, staring at Suzi as she looks her up and down. Walking over to her Rona took hold of her hand and spun her around. “My, my, my lucky day indeed.”

Taking Suzi by the hand she led her around behind the counter where she was sitting. I could see she was still shaken from the experience in the booth but when Rona unzipped her hoodie to reveal a great set of tits that stuck straight out Suzi was surprised and excited at the same time. As Rona pulled her closer she stuck her tongue in her mouth. “Oh my, you’ve been a bad girl today haven’t you?”

“Look, I can tip you just the same as I did your partner,” I told her.

“She’ll be tip enough,” she smiled, standing up to slide down the white shorts she had on. As she sat back down she pulled my baby close to her, running her hands over every inch of her body as she forcefully kissed her.

Standing there, I couldn’t believe the predicament we were in. I had never seen my baby with another woman before and now, here she was, completely naked, covered in cum and being molested by this strange black woman in an adult book store. Worse yet, a small group of customers were beginning to gather around.

As I watched the two making out, Suzi began to run her hands over this womans body and was now grinding her crotch against the womans exposed leg. Rona then forced one of her nipples into her mouth as she pushed her head downward. Suzi took to her nipple like she was starved as Rona squeezed and slapped her ass cheeks, making them slightly red. Pushing her harder now, pushing her down onto her knees, she forced her face onto her exposed pussy while I watched the show with four others. Watching as she slowly lapped at this strangers pussy, I stood there as guys started reaching over the table and grabbing at the girls. One of them even walked around the table and began running his hands over both their nude bodies. The rest stood idly by, watching the show, a couple of them rubbing their bulges as they enjoyed the scene. Rona grabbed her by her blonde curls and began grinding her pussy on her face. It wasn’t long before the pretty black woman began to shudder and shake. Suzi sucked her pussy, nibbled on her clit and was fingering her pussy as fast and hard as she could. As Rona began to moan louder, her orgasm taking her whole body over, she screamed out in climax before letting go of my girls head.

As the girls slumped in the corner behind the register Rona promised to let us leave without making a scene now. “We lost a dress up here,” I told her.

“Yeah, that perv from the morning shift. He took it with him. I’m afraid he gets off on that sort of thing,” she explained.

“Like someone else I know,” Suzi smiled as she got up, kissed Rona and came around the table to where I was standing. Taking me by the hand as she drug me through the crowd she smiled. “I can’t imagine what else you have in store for me today,” she said as she pushed the front door open and walked out to the parking lot still as nude as she was when I took off her dress.

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Chapter I

There is a movie that captivated Jason’s interest since he watched it: “somewhere in time.” Christopher Reeve was performing a guy who used self-hypnosis for time traveling. The character went back like 100 years ago or so in a prestigious hotel. There, he meets a gorgeous woman, impersonated by Jayne Seymour, whose portrait was actually in the present like a memoir from that time. All in all, Reeve traveled through time back 100 years, met Jayne Seymour´s character, and fell in love with it. As obviously it could be, he also had an affair with that beauty.

Jason was such a motivated guy, driven by an unusual perspective about life and a more metaphysical approach to life instead of a rational one. He decided to try himself time traveling employing the same methods referred by the movie. But what would be his main goals when going through time? Will he try to meet heroes from the past, a genius like Michelangelo, Alexander the Great, Einstein, and more people like them? Nop. He was familiarized with astral traveling and had the opportunity to talk with some music and sports heroes -living or deads- so that option wasn´t attractive enough anymore. Will he travel to some historical milestone to witnesses history in the making? Nop, because Jason was aware of the critical dangers of going so far in the past and even fucking up history the way we know it now. So it was better to let things the way everybody knows instead of changing it just for historical sightseeing.

The reality was that Jason considered the most personal option: what about fulfilling his most precious fantasies? What about going back to the past to meet all of the girls he failed to have sex again? And, there was something more to add…

There was not only the opportunity to go back in time and have sex with all those girls but even to force some dreamed CFNM scenarios. Yes, CFNM scenarios, because Jason developed trough time a sincere enthusiasm about it. If he were right, he would be able not only to reach the ideal moments to be with the girls but to modify some personal features he always wanted to change. What about to have a 9-inch penis instead of a 6,25 inches member? If he makes it to travel through time or do some astral traveling, why not try to have a more massive organ? And, yeah, why not the same thing for testicles?

Jason was determined to give a shot to this, to go back and create all possible CFNM scenarios. He commenced thinking about the different girls he thought it would be fun to have a shag with, and came at least with four names. He wrote the first name that came to his mind:

-Ava. She was a pretty 21 years old curly-haired brunette, thin with a little pair of firm tits. She was finishing her medical sophomore.

Ava was his first option for starting this time travel. So Jason got the ball rolling; one Saturday evening, with the help of the quietness and tranquillity provided by his house in the countryside, he commenced the experiment. First, Jason lay on his bed as comfortably as possible, then began to focus on the precise moment selected for going back in time. He remembered it clearly: Ava was driving her jeep when dating him for the first time. But before he says anything, he had to check the most important subject of all the experiment: the size of his dick. Jason hurried to check with his hand his new 9-inch organ. He felt it throughout its pocket: a big, cylindrical, 9-inches penis, with a large pair of testicles.

“Oh, shit!! It works!” Jason said in an explosion of joy and amazement.

“What, Jason!! What is working?” Ava asked him, amused by his joyful statement.

“Oh, sorry I was thinking out loud!”

“Wow, you´re so weird, but funnily.” Ava giggled.

He was grateful he didn´t screw this new chance provided by time-traveling due to his inability to contain himself.

“Hey, you know. I was wondering about something…”

“Sure, Ava, tell me.”

Jason was surprised! That was the exact moment when she expressed her concerns about having small tits and problems women face because of that. This time Jason would make a more intelligent move that would open the door for more desirable scenarios, instead of just bursa escort being kind and trying to make her feel better,

“Jason, I hope you don´t mind, but as you can see, I have small breasts.”

“Ava, you are so beautiful and intelligent. I don´t know what you are trying to say with this.”

“Oh, come on! I was dating other guys, and they left me because of my small breasts…I saw them after broken up with me, with a girl with enormous tits!”

“Ava, the fact that those jerks let you doesn´t mean that you have small breasts. For me, they are quite beautiful and firm.”

“You don´t have to lie to me, Jason, they are small tits, just that.”

That was the moment he was waiting for! That was the moment he dreamed about stepping in and creating the opportunity to a CFNM scenario!! It was his opportunity to create his desired reality. If Jason failed to do so, the girl complex would take hold of the situation like it was in the past. This time he would take control of it.

“Listen, Ava, I like you, and I want to continue dating you. You are not only beautiful but intelligent, and I love spending time with you.”

Ava was about to break down and cry, like the first time.

“Ava, please listen!! For us guys, it´s one million times more difficult than for you girls when dating. We are far more insecure about our bodies than you girls!”

“Oh, Yeah!” Ava said in disbelief.

“Hey, I´m serious! Guys deal with the stress of being “enough” man for a girl. Or at least not getting rejected because of being too much of a man.”

“Jason, for God´s sake, what are you talking about?”

“Well, I´m trying to say that probably men have more concerns when it comes to sex than women.”

“Okay…I think I´m following you…you are talking about a matter or “measures” right…? Yeah, men are obsessed with their penises.”

“Like women are obsessed with tits.”

“But, it´s not like that…I know a lot of girls who dated and even married guys with smalls willies.”

“Yeah, but women do have an advantage point there. It´s more common for girls to have an operation to increase breast sizes.”

“Guys can increase penis size too.”

“It´s no so common.”

“But, Jason…do you have a…?”

That´s the point Jason wanted the conversation reaches.

“Yeah…?”

“I don´t know how we reached this point about penis sizes. But if you have a small penis, don´t worry, I like you, you´re funny, intelligent…”

“Thanks for that, Ava. Fortunately, I´m on the other side of the spectrum.”

“The other side of the spectrum?”

“Yeah, I don´t want to be so explicit that you consider me a sexually obsessed guy. But I mean…look at my hands!! They are enormous.”

“So….?”

“So isn´t it obvious enough?”

“Do you mean that because you have big hands, you have a big penis?”

“Yeah! I mean, I don´t want to be rude or to push a sexual and too intimate conversation that disturbs you. I´m just sincere as you were a few seconds ago.”

“No, don´t you worry. I was sincere. So, logically, you share your honest thoughts about your body.”

“And I always suffered bullying because of it.”

“Hold it, hold it. I´m not following you. So are you trying to say that you someone bullied you because of your big penis? I mean, how!?”

“I don´t know if it´s precisely bullying, but let´s say that I have friends. Female friends who made me do any silly things with my penis.”

Ava´s curiosity was growing exponentially. “What do you mean with silly things?”

“Well, do you know karaoke? One night they made me play the congas with it when one of the girls sang.”

Ava couldn´t contain the laughter.

“Oh, I´m sorry, but you have to admit that it´s so fucking funny what you have told. But really? I mean, you were there, with your penis playing the congas?”

“Yeah. That was true.”

“Oh God! I have to be careful. I don´t want to piss myself. I just got the visual picture of you, naked with your big thing making music.”

“Well, That wasn´t all…I remember that night, and it was quite strange. Strange but funny.”

“How´s that, what else you did back then?”

“Oh, çanakkale escort no, you wouldn´t want to know…”

“C´mon, Jason!!! You started to talk about this subject, and now you don´t want to finish the story. I´m eager to know what happened before! Please! pretty please!”

“Well, ok. I hope you are open-minded enough. Before making me play the congas with my penis, the girls weight my testicles on a small electronic scale.”

This time it was too much for Ava. She burst out laughing, looking into Jason´s eyes while trying to cover her mouth.

“Oh, God, I knew it that I shouldn´t tell you that.”

“No, Jason, please. I´m not laughing at you. It´s just the whole scene. You must recognize it was too much fun there!!”

“Yeah, because you weren´t there, naked, playing silly games with your penis.”

“Hey, don´t be a cry baby. I think most guys will be delighted to have such a big dick as you have.”

“Well, sometimes it has its cons!”

“C´mon, Jason, what kind of cons are you talking about?”

“As you probably could notice, sometimes you attracted all their attention.”

“But that isn´t a bad thing. C´mon…all of these pretty girls trying to date you.”

“Yeah, the problems come when you are their favorite toy to play with it.”

“How could that be a bad thing? Is it no exciting for you guys to have girls interested in your dicks and balls?” Ava asked with a big smile on her face.

Ava stopped the car right in front of Jason´s house. She was visibly excited because of the unexpected conversation with him. On his part, he was excited too but due to other causes. Jason knew that the little chat he just had with Ava sows the seeds for any sort of CFNM scenarios. He would only have to wait until the next date.

“Hey, Jason, just wait for me! I want to give you a hug before you go”

Ava got off the car at the same time Jason did. Then, she gave him a full glance with her sparkling eyes, from head to toe, and, in a split second, she jumped towards him putting her arms around his back. Jason immediately felt her crotch pressing his massive member. He couldn´t believe how lucky he was this time!!

After Jason felt the incredible sensation of Ava’s crotch pushing against his member, it was time to take the next step. He had to go forward, plaining the following date, and figure out how to create real CFNM scenarios. Jason was aware of the great danger implied in asking her to come inside his house with him at that specific moment. He thought the best option he had to pursue his goal of dreamed CFNM scenarios was dating her again.

“Ava, you’re so special!! I love spending time with you!”

“Yeah, me too. We need to repeat this.”

“Yeah, you’re right! I’m dying to ask you, can we go out again?”

“Jason, you know, my parents will travel this Saturday night overseas. I will be alone for at least two weeks. I think you can come whenever you want and visit me!”

“Awesome! When can I start visiting you?”

“If you like, this Sunday.”

“Could it be like a full day date? I will love to be with you from the morning until the evening!”

“Okay, but do you like jogging and exercising? I will be working out Sunday morning with my best friend, Patricia!”

“Can I join you?”

“Yeah, I think so. Don’t you mind to work out with us, right?”

“Right, no problem. Where will we meet?”

“Do you know the park close to my home? Right there. I will wait for you at the entrance. And, well, Patricia will be joining us until 4:00 or 5:00. Then we can watch a movie together at home and know each other better.” Ava said, sounding like flirting.

Jason could barely believe what he had just heard. He felt that his dream was closer second by second. A feeling of joy and surprise was lighting his face

“Yes!! Yes!! That would be fantastic. So, what time we meet this Sunday?”

“What about 9:30?”

“Spectacular, I’ll be there, Ava.”

Jason kissed Ava twice in the cheeks and entered his home after saying goodbye.

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It was Sunday at çankırı escort 9:30 am. Jason was wearing spandex leggings but any underwear at the park. He will give a shot to exhibit his enormous bulge a bit when exercising right in front of Ava and Patricia. Before going with the girls, he took a look at the mirror. His image was outstanding! He felt handsome, and even all mighty carrying his big bulge without any barrier between it and the pants. He felt his penis and testicles hanging freely. The time had come to show himself to the world in all of his glory.

“Hi girls! How is it going!?”

Ava was smiling at the sight of Jason wearing his spandex leggings. She couldn’t help to give a look at his crotch and giggle.

“Hey, Jason. It seems like you make it to exercise with us. I’m happy about that. Sports and fitness are vital to me. Ohh, let me introduce Patricia. You know, we are besties.”

Patricia was a beautiful chestnut-haired girl with a pretty round derriere. As Ava did moments before couldn’t help to notice the enormous bulge in his pants. She even had to force herself to raise her sight to avoid staring for too long at his protuberant crotch.

“Okay, enough talking. Let’s get to work. Let’s begin jogging a little. Jason, we use to run at least ten laps around the track. Can you make it?”

“I will try it. Don’t get worried about me! I will give you my best!”

The girls and Jason began to run. Ava and Patricia were two wonders of nature regarding their physical capacities. They sprinted, elegantly and even fast, finishing in advance the ten laps. In comparison, Jason was giving his 100 percent. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough. He was two laps behind the girls, who sat at a bench waiting for him to finish. Meanwhile, both girls were not only resting but enjoying the show before their eyes.

“Oh, my fucking God, you were right about his dick. It seems it is not a joke. ” Patricia giggled.

“Yeah, I know! I don’t even know how he makes it to jog with that thing hanging there. I mean, it probably is like having a big pair of tits, but instead of hitting your chest, imagine that schlong hitting your thighs and legs.” Ava mimicked with her arm a big floppy dick weaving in all directions, causing Patricia to laugh at loud.

“Girl, you’re so graphic! Shut up; he’s coming!”

The girls were trying to contain the laughs at the sight of Jason’s waving crotch, looking intently at it. The abundant sweating made that the shape of the glans and the testicles were quite visible for Patrica and Ava.

“Holy fucking God, Ava! Look, that is a massive pair of balls and a big cock’s head. This guy is hung like a horse!”

Ava couldn’t hold it anymore and laughed hysterically.

“Girl, control yourself. It’s his last lap. I don’t want him to notice we are checking his package.”

Meanwhile, Jason was struggling to do his final lap. However, he experienced the pure joy of almost exhibiting his precious goods to that pair of beautiful girls. His mind played song after song according to his mood. First, it was “free as a bird” then, it was the soundtrack of “Chariots of fire”. That last lap was quite similar to the famous movie scene where the guys ran across the beach with the sound of that inspirational song. He felt everything in slow motion—his muscles’ movement, the bouncing effect on his testicles, and large penis. He was aware of the stares of Ava and Patricia, smiling and giggling at the sight of the show he was performing for them.

Finally, he ended his 10th lap and collapse just in front of the girls.

“Yeah, I made it!”

“Are you okay, Jason?” Ava asked containing the urge to laugh openly.

“Yes, don’t worry, I’m fine!”

“Yeah, I can imagine how exhausting could be jogging with such much weight hanging between your legs.” Patricia whispered to Ava, while giggling.

Jason was lying in front of the girls exhausted, but happy, with his bulge in plain sight. The girls shared stares among them and smiled.

“Shit is like a little mountain!” Patricia noticed.

“What, girls?”

“Nothing, we were talking that you made a great effort jogging!” Ava responded

“Yes, thanks for the appreciation!”

Meanwhile, it started raining heavily. At first, Jason was cursing his luck until a clear thought enlightened his mind. That rain was a real blessing capable of providing an unexpected opportunity to get undressed in front of the girls!

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Missy sat in her car her fingers still sticky with her juices, cheeks still burning with embarrassment, over what had happened. It all started out so simple, she lost a bet with her friend Savannah and had to wear a plaid skirt pantiless for one day, out shopping, I mean how hard was that??

Missy began walking around the mall in nothing but a short plaid skirt and shoes just after 10am. Missy had never done anything like that and although she would not admit it to her friend she was finding it was pretty exciting and a little arousing after getting lots of looks with her red and shite plaid skirt and long red hair. Coming up to her favourite shoe store, Missy saw a sign saying one day only, half price sale. Missy rushed up to shoe shop window, spying her all time favourite shoes are on sale for half price!

Missy could hardly believe her great fortune and quickly entered the shop only to realise that she had a problem with her plaid skirt. The skirt was pretty short, in-fact it ended just below her ass and if she bent down a little it would for sure, reveal her bare backside and if she is really not careful and bent down to her shoes the dress could expose a heck of lot more than her backside.

Missy thinking about this came up with a plan to just buy the shoes thus avoiding try them on. Smiling at the idea, Missy started to look around the shop to find the shop assistant so she could buy the shoes and continue her walk around the Mall in her pretty skirt.

“Can I help you miss?” asked Jessica, the shop assistant

“Ah sure, I would like to buy those shoes (pointing to the shoe) ah a size 5?” replied Jane

“Sure I just get them”, replied Jessica walking out back.

Missy walked around the shop waiting for the shoes to arrive. A few moments later, Jessica came back out, “ah we have only got a 4 1/2 or a 5 1/2 do you want to try them on??”

Missy thought damn, I will have to try them on as they are not the right size. Missy stood, thinking some more, before deciding, Ok, I can do this, but I just have to be very careful when I put them on. Missy looked up at the shop assistant, hoping that she would move on and serve the other customers in the shop, but seeing she was going stay, sighed silently and very carefully lowered herself down to untie her shoes.

Jessica watched Missy trying to untie her shoes, admiring her long pale freckled legs and liking the way her skirt was riding up. She could see other customers in the store but they are not as cute as her so as far as she was concerned that they could just wait!!

When Missy leant forward to remove her shoes fat old Jessica was rewarded with a great view down the open neckline of her blouse. With each time Missy would lean forward to do something with her shoes Jessica could see a large amount of her breast. Then if she leant a little more, Jessica could swear she could see what looked like a hint of nipple coming into view. With all her bending forward suddenly fat Jessica pussy felt a little wet and the other customers in the store giving her the stare, well going to wait until hell freezes over before they would elazığ escort be served.

Missy continued to bend down, unaware of the view she was giving as she slid on the second shoe over her left foot, the shoe was tighter than the other one so she was having problems adjusting the strap. Missy looked up and motioned for help, Fat nasty old Jessica blushed thinking she was busted for a second realised that she needed help much to her relief.

So nervously Jessica bent down and as she did a nasty odor came from her nasty pussy to offer her assistance. Seeing the strap was somehow stuck, Jessica reached down and pulled hard on the strap the extra effort overbalancing Missy, knocking flat on her backside. The sudden movement caused the skirt to ride up, Fat old Jessica reached out to help Missy, her eyes rooted between her legs as the skirt had ridden up enough to expose her white pale freckled thighs and a sudden flash of her bare pubic mound underneath.

Missy seeing the direction of the old ladies eyes turned beetroot red, scrambling to get up. “Are you ok, miss” asked Jessica?

“Ah yes, ah, thanks for your help” stammered Missy getting up in a hurry, hoping the shoes are ok so she can leave just leave the shop, fast.

Walking around the shop, Missy sadly realised that the shoes are much too tight and knew that although she wanted to leave, she would have to remove them before she could leave the shop. The shop assistant hovered besides her seemly sensing her thoughts. Missy turned to the shop assistant saying they are too tight then looking at her hoped that she would get the hint and go away which she seemed to ignore.

Missy, still blushing red bent very carefully down, feeling the shop assistant eyes on her every move. The shoes reluctantly came off, leaving Missy wiggling her toes in relief.

Missy then looked up at the shop assistant and released that although she was embarrassed at almost showing her everything, the looks she was giving her, well it been a while since a lady had given her those kinds of looks and it felt kind of erotic to be stared at like this while just wearing the skirt and nothing else.

Missy felt a sexual rush when she noticed the shop assistant was staring again as she tried on the shoes. All the gazes, well they started to make Missy really squirm, and she started to actually enjoying the attention of the shop assistant more and more.

Missy slowed down, taking her time to try on the other, larger pair of shoes, feeling more and more daring under her gazes even at the end she showed the shop assistant a little more leg, thinking this is really fun to be looked at like this.

By now, Jessica had a wet spot on her dress as missy showed an increasing amount of leg. Jessica was pretty sure that this pretty lady was wearing no underwear and desperately wanted to find out. Missy by now was getting turned on and managed to blush a little as she felt herself getting damp over this attention.

Missy stood parading around the room trying on the shoes to see if they would fit. Walking past a mirror, Missy checked out her erzincan escort shoes and the short skirt, noticing that her nipples, now hard were showing through. Missy wondered if the shop assistant had noticed that, guessing with a giggle that she most likely she had. Sadly the shoes were a little too big and missy walked back to her chair to remove them.

The other customers in disgust over the poor service had already walked away. missy seeing no one was in the shop, bent down until she could feel the top of her skirt riding right up her legs. Bending over as far as she dared, Missy remained bent down taking her time to remove the shoes then looking up at the shop assistant, asked if she would mind if she could have another look at back for the shoes in the correct size for her again. Fat 300ibs. Jessica by this time would have agreed to move the moon, agreed and went out back to check again.

Missy stood feeling very naughty in the empty shop. Then spying a mirror, Missy had a wicked thought to tease the shop assistant even more when she returned. With that though in mind missy walked over and next to the mirror, bent down, watching the skirt move up and up until it exposed her backside. Oops too far missy thought with a little grin should not go that far or she will see too much.

Between the show in the mirror and the gazes, Missy was feeling very turned on, looking around the empty shop, Missy wanted very much to touch her self and seeing she was still alone quickly slid a finger up her skirt and lightly caressed herself. Missy almost let out a moan as she touched herself, quickly pulling her fingers away from under her skirt. I cannot touch, thought missy, at this rate, I will end up doing something I will regret later.

The shop assistant returned, with a pair of shoes in a slightly different style. Saying she found these and would sell them for the same price if missy liked them.

Missy was not sure if she liked the new pair of shoes but decided to try them on anyway. Once again missy bent over to put them on wearing a wicked grin as she bent right over until she was sure the shop assistant could almost see her bare bum.

Fat Jessica stood staring, wishing, and hoping she would bend over just a little more, staring at her pale freckled legs and oh so wicked skirt. While she was out back, Jessica the fat old lady could not help but touch herself wishing she were on her break so he could go into the bathroom and relieve herself.

Missy did like the other shoes but she really wanted the original pair more. Missy pleaded to get a raincheck to bring in the pair of size 5 shoes at this price, Jessica said she wished she could but really was not allowed. Missy still pleading bent down, letting her skirt pull all the way up, until she heard her gasp. Looking around missy asked if she was ok. Adding was she sure that she could not get the shoes in at this price.

Jessica could now see just a hint of her bare pussy, just the lower curves of her lips. Jamming her hands into her pockets to restrain herself from reaching down and pulling the skirt right up. erzurum escort Then she remembered the reserved area and wondered if a pair was in there. Jessica shouted “I’d be back in a second as she raced out back, going to check.

Missy stood up bemused wondering if she made the poor assistant go out back to relieve herself, that idea of her doing that making missy feel very hot, making her again want to touch herself as soon as she got out of this shop.

The next second, the shop assistant returned from out back, smiling, saying she found a pair but sorry they are on hold for another customer. Missy pleaded saying please is there any chance she could return later and get the pair?

The shop assistant hummed and har’d, Missy felt with a sinking feeling that she was not going to give her the shoes. She kept on saying she could get into real trouble if the owner found out that she gave her another customer’s shoes while all the time staring at her skirt. Then finally she said she could not do it, right now it was not worth the risk.

Missy really wanted those shoes, even more so now after all of this. Nervously looking around and throwing caution to the wind, the way she kept on looking at her skirt, well it gave her an idea so looking at the shop assistant, Missy reached down and raised her skirt a little. While suggesting that that she could swap the shoes with the other size claiming it was a mistake. Jessica felt her eyes go wide at the suggestion watching nervously as missy raised the hem of skirt.

Missy feeling incredibly aroused slowly raised the skirt, not sure how far she would have to go to get the shoes. Inch by inch the skirt hem moved higher, still the shop assistant shook her head.

Higher the skirt went, exposing missy lower thighs. Still is slowly moved upwards now missy pale freckled inner thighs coming into view. Missy nervously squirmed, unconsciously opening her legs, a tear of moisture leaked out running down the side of her left leg. Missy was now in a nervous panic as the skirt was now just an inch short of revealing her pubic mound and still the shop assistant would not give her the shoes.

Fat old Jessica held out the shoes as bait, while motioning for the dress to go up. Missy defeated by her own actions, too far gone now to back out, agreed to the demand and lifted her skirt up until she exposed her bare mound.

Fat old 300ilb Jessica stared in delight, her eyes slowly looking upwards feasting on Missy and her bare pussy, her vulva lips and clit jutting out in view, signs of her arousal and wetness in plain sight as well as a odor of excitement.

Missy stood humiliated, taking the shoes from the very amused shop assistant, her body arousal dripping down her leg. Then quickly paying for the shoes in cash, Missy fled the shop, her face burning red. Missy sped through the shopping centre until she finally climbed into the safety of her car, then not caring who was around, Missy pulled up her skirt and plunging two fingers in between her legs moving them in and out until she had orgasmed hard.

Missy still aroused beyond belief, one orgasm later, plunged a third finger inside of her self while rubbing her clit with the other hand. Another orgasm came, followed by a series more, then eventually minutes later; weak and finally sedated Missy removed her fingers and started her car ready for the drive home.

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Suresh stripped naked as soon as he reached the office on Monday. Gowri was waiting for him.

Suresh crawled to her. Gowri watched the glorious sight for the umpteenth time. A 22-year old man! Naked! Completely, not a stitch on!

Crawling towards her to worship her feet. Suresh had finally started getting used to the stench. He realised that Gowri deliberately ran every morning just to make it more and more smelly but he had learnt to power through it. He sniffed and licked each toe and every part of her feet as she watched him. Sheetal was waiting for the same treatment and Suresh obediently obliged.

Suresh went through his regular routine of being ordered around by the six superior females. He brought their Coffees, massaged their feet, massaged their shoulders, licked their feet clean licked their shoes clean all completely naked. Despite this, and despite the fact that his regular work did not suffer, he still had to suffer their spanks as no one left an opportunity. They were free with their hands and constantly landed on his buttocks as he passed them. Harshitha, of course, wouldn’t drink her Coffee without pressing the hot mug against his ass. His ass would already be spanked once by someone and if not, she would do the honours herself before pressing the hot mug against the already painful area. Suresh bore all the pain silently. Earlier, he would cry in pain but now, he was used to it and bore it better. However, this only caused them to take it as a challenge and pile on more just to see the tears flow from his eyes to his naked body.

However, Suresh also knew that they admired his body and this was what kept him going. He could see their lecherous eyes all over his body and especially at his cock! They all had already admitted to him that none of their husbands/boyfriends had a tool that was anywhere as long or as thick. Sheetal had once told him that he was bigger flaccid than her husband’s fully erect cock and it was difficult not to be smug about it. He started teasing them. Like, when one of them would leave their slippers and order him to lick it clean, or when he would be licking someone’s feet, he would take time to sometimes wipe his sweat. Knowing their eyes were locked on his butt, he would do a small double jiggle with his buttocks and the women would be hot. Slowly, once the task completed, he would stand up. His Cock would stand out at a full 90 degrees and the women would just stare. Stare with lust at that gigantic specimen which would turn into frustration as they knew that they could never have it and this was the only small revenge that Suresh could take on the women who tormented him. The only bad thing was that he was not allowed to masturbate and Pari had stopped sex with him which meant he was without any release for more than a month but Harshitha had fixed it. And so, he was walking around, still naked as the day he was born amid six fully clothed women but he was walking around with a smug spring in his step.

That evening, after eskişehir escort he entertained the women with naked jumping jacks, Harshitha revealed she had used him over the weekend. This caused an instant uproar. Gowri, Sheetal and Niharika all clamoured that they deserved him for a weekend too. Pari gladly accepted to make Suresh more miserable but reiterated that she would inspect their homes to verify that it was good enough so that Suresh wouldn’t be exposed. They all agreed. Now, all that was left was to decide the order in which Suresh would serve as the naked slave for an entire weekend to each of the 3 women. Harshitha was obviously left out since she already had him for a weekend. She promptly informed Suresh that she would spank him 6 times, one for each of the 6 days (3 weekends that she was missing out). Suresh kissed her feet and thanked her for it. Pari came up with a series of games.

In the first game, Suresh would be spanked 10 times by each of them. The women would be judged based on how quickly they finish and also how much Suresh screamed.

In the second game, Suresh would lick each of them to orgasm. The women would be judged based on how long they could hold themselves.

In the last game, they would use rubber bands to sling shot paper chits on his balls. Here, it was straightforward as they got 20 points on each shot which landed perfectly on his balls. Suresh would then serve each of them completely naked for a weekend in the order of their scores.

The game hadn’t even started and Suresh was already in tears. Gowri was the first to start. She sat down on a chair and pointed to her thighs. Suresh started walking and was smacked by Pari. He understood and crawled. Knowing what they wanted, he kissed her feet.

“Please spank me 10 times, Gowri madam.”

“Gowri madam, boy! I could never get used to it. But, are you sure you want me to spank your naked ass!”

“Yes, madam. Please.” The other women laughed.

“Really?” Asked Gowri, in a mock voice of concern. “Won’t it pain? I mean, you don’t even have any clothing which might lessen the pain. And, come to think of it, why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

This was a well-rehearsed conversation by now. Suresh knew exactly how he should reply.

“Please, Gowri madam. I am a slave and I deserve no clothes. I deserve to spanked on my naked bottoms.”

Gowri eventually “obliged” and pulled him over her knee. It was clear that she was playing to win as she attacked his buttocks. By the end of the ten hits, he was already in tears. Knowing he was getting 20 more made him cry. And then, he realised, he would have to go down on each of them. And then, he remembered, Harshitha was also remaining.

Sheetal took over next. They were all playing to win. They all wanted to be the first to be served. This meant that Suresh felt the brunt. But when Niharika came in, they knew they had a winner. Her hands moved so quickly, it was a blur. Suresh was on the floor at gaziantep escort the end, sobbing in pain. And yet, he bemoaned the fact that his cock was fully erect and hard. Not only was it shameful to be this aroused even after getting spanked, it was also just adding to the pain already in his buttocks. The women generously gave him 5 minutes before Pari pulled out her bra through her shirt and tossed it at him. The women were going to get undressed and obviously, he couldn’t see them naked. The injustice rankled him that he could not see them naked but they kept him naked nearly all the time. However, he knew more than to even think about bringing it up. A “Whoooo!” from Pari told him that the three women were naked. They had no modesty between them and had already seen all the others nude when they were being orally serviced by Suresh.

Sheetal was the first one. He was waiting on all fours and Sheetal walked towards him. As she crossed her, Sneha landed a soft smack at her naked buttocks. Sheetal smiled and shoed her hand but Pari, standing next to her landed one more. Sheetal winced playfully and then stood in front of Suresh and Suresh started moving. Blindfolded, and hands behind his back, he was to use his tongue to identify where she was. He licked the carpet for around 10 seconds before identifying her feet. He knew he had to make them come as soon as he could. However, he had his own tricks up his sleeve – a metaphorical sleeve of course, as he was not wearing any clothing. Before getting handcuffed, he had stood up. And, in full view of anyone, he just rubbed his cock with two fingers. That simple act brought their attention to it and it was once again a mesmerising sight. Massive, both in length and breadth, and when he rubbed it lightly, the women were already quite close to the edge. It was a combination of the intoxicating sight of his Elephant penis and the fact that they had not gotten laid for some time. After looking at this Anaconda, they had stopped sex for some time with their partners. It was partly because they no longer felt their partners deserved it and also because they wanted their partners to become more submissive and denial of sex was the first step. Suresh licked and licked vigorously at their pussies and they all came quite quickly. The smell, the hair and the taste was bad but he powered through and brought them all to orgasms very quickly. Sheetal won this round but only just. Niharika ended up quickest and lost a sizeable lead that she had gained the first task. She was still ahead but Sheetal had caught up.

In the last task, Sheetal was motivated. All she had to do was land 5 bullseyes and she would get ahead. She had enough experience, and the motivation was simple. All she had to do was imagine her worthless husband’s face on his balls and the chits landed without any miss. Suresh was warned that he had to stay still and he once again did it winning the admiration of every woman. Niharika came in next. She knew she giresun escort had to land three, however, she was never quite good at it. The first shot, however, landed on his balls. Suresh could neither flinch nor cup his balls and yet, it was on fire. He desperately wanted to rub his balls but he knew he had to wait. Gowri was out of the running and Niharika knew she just had to land two more. However, she missed the next three and Sheetal let out a cry of victory. As Niharika pulled up her last chit, Sheetal stopped her.

“It doesn’t matter either way. You have lost.”

“But, I was entitled to 5 shots.”

“Come on, look at the poor baby”. Both Niharika and Gowri, who was waiting for her turn, stared at Suresh. It was true that, Niharika couldn’t win and Gowri was already out of the running. At the sight of the naked 22-year old, clutching his balls and ass and writhing in pain, they softened. Gowri first came to him. She lifted him up easily and uncuffed him. Suresh lost no time and started rubbing his privates. His balls and ass were all on fire and he cried in pain while the women watched calmly. Gowri sat down on a chair, pulled him to her and pressed his head against her breasts. Suresh cried like a baby. Gowri saw the pain he was in and stood up. She tossed her chudi tops aside and pressed him against her open cleavage. Suresh threw his arms around her as they all converged around him and got into a group hug. They lay in that position for more than ten minutes, as Suresh’s pain finally lessened.

They all eventually got dressed and were leaving one by one. Suresh wasted no time and got clothed. However, as Harshitha left, he called her.

“Harshitha, a word.”

“No madam, naked boy?” Harshitha asked severely.

“I am not talking to a master now. I am talking to a woman I hooked up with.”

The others oohed and aahed. They all loved Suresh even more on those rare occasions that he stood up to them like this.

“We will be waiting outside, naked boy” pari and Sneha left. Gowri, Sheetal and Niharika all left after giving a full kiss on his lips. Sheetal informed him that she couldn’t wait for him to serve her naked in her house. He was alone with Harshitha who smiled at him.

“Well, I wanted to know if you want to get together tomorrow or the day after.”

“Yeah, But I want to make sure that we are not exclusive. I mean, you are making out with 5 other women right in front of me.”

“Yes, I know. And, as it turns out, I am not available over the weekends, so we have to-“

“We will make it work, naked boy!” Harshitha replied as Suresh got a call. It was Pari.

“Naked boy! We are going to inspect Sheetal’s house tonight. So, you can stay with Harshitha tonight as well. We will be staying over at her place for a girls’ night.”

“Yes, madam. Thank you, madam.”

Suresh conveyed the info to Harshitha. “Oh! In that case-” Harshitha replied an started taking her shirt off.

“What are you doing?”

“Do you want me to stop?” Harshitha asked sternly as she started unzipping her cutoffs.

“Oh! No way in hell.” And, in a panic, Suresh nearly tore his clothes off and rushed to Harshitha. They didn’t even bother turning a single light off as they banged again and again that night in the office.

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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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“WHAT-THE-FUCK?!” Jaquan snatched the skirt off his face.

He blinked profusely, finding that he was staring up at the cabin ceiling. Jaquan raised his hand to find a sheet instead of Daisy Mae’s skirt. It was broad daylight early morning, signaled by a rooster’s call somewhere outside.

“Oh, you’re awake now, huh?” His eyes went wide as his head slowly turned to his left side.

Renee was lying on her side under the sheets of their bed facing away from him towards the bedroom window. Her hair was down cascading over her shoulders as he took in the decadent curve of her motherly hips.

“Uhm, yeah.” Jaquan’s brow furrowed as he stared to his immediate right, finding the cracked open door of their bedroom, giving him a peek outside into the rest of the cabin. There was some faint snoring emanating from the loveseat in the main part of the cabin facing the fireplace.

“Hey?”

“Yeah bae?” Jaquan’s body still felt weighted down, almost magnetized to the mattress exhausted.

“We good?” Renee asked barely above a whisper making him panic inside.

He didn’t know how to answer with visions and mind movies of his wooded tryst with Daisy Mae. His throat was dry as he tried to figure out how to answer his woman who was supernaturally proficient at detecting falsehoods and lies.

“Yeah.” He answered sullenly not knowing what else to say.

“So uhm, I’m sorry about leaving you here alone yesterday; I don’t know what got into me, but I just needed some distance.”

“It’s okay.” Jaquan facepalmed hiding his shocked face.

“No, it’s not.” Renee’s head turned, giving him a glimpse of her profile.

“Bae, I’m good okay; you should spend time with your family; it’s just that uh, you never talk about them or your parents.”

“Ain’t I enough?”

“You’re everything.” He spoke without thinking from the heart, conflicted as to how he got home in the inky darkness of an unfamiliar wood.

“Then why won’t you touch me?” Renee replied meekly.

“Well, you were so mad when we talked after you left; I guess I needed to give you space.”

“We never talked after I left with Daisy Mae and Honey.”

“Yes we did, I called and uhm, you were still mad.” Jaquan accounted lying on his back staring up at the cabin ceiling. He heard some movement looking over as Renee sat up on the edge of the bed facing the window.

“No, we did not; I came back here yesterday and found you passed out in the bed, snoring loudly in that way I hate. It was so bad, I put that sheet over your face because I couldn’t get any sleep.”

He facepalmed again as she recounted a night, he was sure didn’t happen.

“Jaquan?”

“Uhm, I guess you’re right.” He admitted averting his eyes to the cracked door of the cabin bedroom.

“Of course, I’m right; there ain’t no calls on your phone.”

“HUH?” Jaquan glanced over, finding his phone in Renee’s hand. She was perusing it after having sussed out the password a day prior. He tried to quickly sit up but felt it everywhere in his bones as his mind did flipflops about the last few apparently unaccounted for minutes in his life.

“There’s nothing here, to me or anyone else.” It was a lazy dig at his fidelity.

“It was a dream.” It was a Freudian slip of the tongue that got her attention further.

“What was a dream?”

“Nothing.”

“What was just a dream?” There was a hint of strife in her voice that put him on edge as she shifted on the edge of the mattress folding a leg on the bed. Renee was wearing a long sheer nightgown and nothing else underneath. She hated pregnancy clothing, using some vintage styles which led to her penchant for old school babydoll sleeping wear. Jaquan could see the rising intensity on her pale face.

“You ever had one of those dreams that seemed like it was real?” He decided to answer a question with a question.

“What seemed real?” Renee kept at it, frustrating him.

“Uhm, I dreamed that I went across the ditch on that road outside and into the woods to get a signal on my phone. You picked up and gave me the business.” Jaquan told a version of the truth from his perspective.

“That’s it?!”

“Yeah… and I saw a doe back off in there at this creek.” He added leaving out that it was a masked woman. Renee didn’t look convinced in the least, suddenly glaring at him.

“Are you sure about that, Jaquan?”

“Yeah.”

Things seemed to go static in the moment, still as if time had ebbed to a halt.

“Be careful out there Jaquan; they say if you go in there and see a doe, she’ll follow you and take your soul if you don’t satisfy her.” His brow furrowed, heart skipping a beat as Renee mentioned in part what he’d experienced.

“WHAT?!!” Renee snickered, covering her mouth with her hand as he sat upright finding that he was clothed under the sheets.

“Aw, it’s just some dumbass legend they used to tell us when we were kids to keep us from getting lost in the woods.” Renee admitted.

“That’s crazy.” Jaquan scratched his temple telling himself bitlis escort that it was all a dream.

“Tell me about it; back in the day a lot of hicks were going out there looking for that shit. Supposedly, if you saw her as a woman, you had to please her. Fucking hillbilly bullshit, right?”

“I guess.” He didn’t know what to make of things as Renee glanced at his face smiling.

“Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“Come over here and hold me; sit behind me, okay Jaquan?” She crooked a finger with the other in front of her lips.

“What?”

“Be quiet, Carlie is sleep on the couch.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t be that way; we were close when we were kids, then her caretakers pulled the plug because I was a bad influence.”

“Bad influence?” Jaquan inched in behind her gingerly wrapping his arms around her body, carefully avoiding her swollen bust. His palms rested on the upper swell of Renee’s belly.

“Well, shit kinda happened a few months before we met.”

“What?”

“Not what you’re thinking; and you know that so don’t go there. Her people never wanted us together but well, it is what it is in the long run.”

“I don’t follow.” Renee grabbed his thumbs pulling his hands up cupping the undersides of her breasts.

“We girls, on lock; at the end of the day those assholes couldn’t stop her from being her true self and here we are, today. Couldn’t have come at a better time, what with this pregnancy and all.” Her breasts were hard, yet spongy to the touch engorged with milk. The silken feel of the sheer material on her sensitive skin had an immediate effect as she cooed. His forefingers encountered her ripened nips.

“I’m glad you’re back together with Carlie.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, every friend I ever had stabbed me in the back; and you know how I got that knee injury that kept me out of college. Sometimes I wished I had a sibling, maybe a brother. The closest thing I got to that is a cousin, but he’s just a kid in grammar school. His parents, kind of feel the same way about me, even though his dad is a straight up dawg, too.”

“Dawg, too?” Renee glanced over her shoulder at the second Freudian slip.

“Shit.” She chuckled catching him unawares as she slid the sheer gown off a shoulder exposing a visible welt from the heavy brassieres she wore during her pregnancy. Renee gave Jaquan an encouraging wink as he kissed the indentation. She allowed him to slide the other willowy strap down exposing her breasts fully. Renee blanketed his large hands with her own.

“Massage them for me, baby.” Renee moaned as he gave her tits a hearty squeeze recalling the early days of her pregnancy after a particularly intense night out on the town she ended abruptly when she was barely showing.

Jaquan was obliged to take a verbal drubbing that would’ve crippled a lesser man as she got ready for bed telling him that he was sleeping on his own floor instead of lying next to her. Her face started getting rounder along which was the catalyst for an aborted evening after an acquaintance commented on the weight gain. Jaquan sat sullen in his bedroom until Renee doffed the il-fitting blouse revealing large breasts doubled in size nearly bursting from a bra now too small to contain her charms. His eyes nearly burst out of his head as the man lost it grabbing them only to receive the mother of all pancakes slaps hard enough to make his face still smart ten minutes later. Renee promptly moved in with Rashida Sikes for a few days before returning, somewhat contrite. The ticket to ride was between her huge tits.

“You’re thinking about that time, aren’t you?” Renee asked as he felt her up, wholly sanctioned. He knew how she liked to be touched, pinching and rolling her nipples hoping to get the go ahead to suck them.

“How did you know?” He cupped them from beneath, squeezing as droplets of her lactation bubbled on the surface of her slightly darker areolas.

“Shit, you can’t keep your hands off these ever since they started blowing up; I remember how scared I was that you were gonna dump me after I slapped the taste out of your mouth. I mean, shit you were all handsy with them like a fucking Rhesus Monkey and I told you they were hurting so bad that night. If you were nice, I probably would’ve let you suck’em.”

“Can I suck them, now?”

“Rashida wanted me to leave your ass.”

“So that’s a, no?”

“Damn bruh, you’d probably fuck the shit out of my titties, just like that time when we made up. Remember that, huh? Oh, I almost left you again but figured you just hadn’t had any in a while; but we both know that ain’t true. But still, you really got up in my chest and all this time I thought you were all about my face and cheeks. Hey Jaquan, what up with that?” Both knew he wasn’t going to say anything about the subtle dig at his fidelity.

“Uhm, when you took off that blouse…it’s just the way they looked stuffed into that bra. I uh, just wanted them.” His hands were moving over the sloping upper halves of her breasts, randomly pulling bolu escort and pinching her nips. Renee’s eyes narrowed into slits enjoying his tactile touch.

“They weren’t half as big as they are now; you like’em now?” Renee’s hand disappeared underneath the swell of her baby belly leaving no doubt that she was more than a little horny. Jaquan was still internally trying to figure out if his tryst with Daisy Mae was real.

“I love your tits.” Renee rolled her eyes at his blue-collar compliment.

“Too bad we got the baby down here or you’d be sitting on my chest smashing my tits, wouldn’t you?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Come on, be honest and I’ll give us a treat.” Renee coaxed, hands still between her thighs.

“Both of us?”

Renee opened a drawer on the bedside table pulling out a vial of cocoa butter, pressing it into his hand. Jaquan’s chin was hooked over her right shoulder, eyes widening when it became clear what she wanted as Renee met his gaze with an easy-going smile and ruddy cheeks. She even popped the lid on the vial.

“Rub this on my chest, and maybe I’ll lay on my side and let you do what you want.” His cock throbbed pressed into her butt as they sat together facing the window and the expansive yard beyond it.

Jaquan couldn’t believe his good fortune, finally convincing himself the tryst with Daisy Mae was nothing but a dream as he lightly kissed his girlfriend’s neck. He squirted a decent handful of the cream into his palms rubbing it into her breasts slowly, methodically. His extended manhood grew thicker pressed against Renee’s butt. Their sex life waned as her pregnancy developed, but sometimes she would demonstrate her proficiency at foreplay, usually after they’d had a big fight or disagreement.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me laying on my side with these big, milk filled tits stacked, right, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh yeah that feels good; you know, they’re really heavy now, so imagine how it would feel to push your dick between them when I’m laying down with a bunch of pillows under my head. You could just lean over me and shove it in-between, couldn’t you? Rub my titties, Jaquan. I’m thinking something…”

“What are you thinking, bae?”

“I’m thinking I want my titties fucked; keep rubbing and squeezing my titties baby. Squeeze them until some milk squirts out, Jaquan. My breasts are so sensitive right now, and I’m so sticky downstairs, but your dick is too big and I’ve gotta protect the baby. Oh yeah, rub that cream on my tits real good so you can fuck them for me.” Renee was getting into it and her dirty talk was making his rod become a veritable steel bar. Her breathy moans and encouragements were making him want to impale her cunt with impunity, frustrating him because he couldn’t.

“You’d really let me do that?”

“Yeah; I want it; Jaquan I want you to cum all over my titties, bruh.” Her voice went husky as his big hands squeezed the shit out of her breasts hard enough to make them burst in dual explosions of her abundant lactation. Renee whimpered and moaned leaning back into him almost swooning. Her hand was suddenly in custody of his thickening prick, exposed. She was squeezing it with authority.

“HEY GUYS I HOPE YOU’RE HUNGRY BECAUSE…!! Oh shit, sorry I didn’t know. Uhm, really sorry.” Carlie stood in the doorway of their bedroom, eyes widening behind her thick nerdy glasses. There was a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, halves clutched in her thin fist.

Jaquan and Renee stared back blankly, his greasy hands all over his woman’s huge swollen tits and her hand wrapped around his horse sized prick.

“Aw shit. FUCK ME!” Carlie bolted out of the door frame in a blind panic. On the other side of the wall there was a sudden loud thump as she faceplanted.

The couple stared at each other, then burst into laughter as Renee addressed the elephant in the room.

“Go pick that dumbass girl up off the floor.”

“Raincheck?”

Renee cupped his chin giving him a scintillating kiss full of tongue, breaking off abruptly.

“Okay then, guess I’m going.” He got up going to the open bedroom door, stopping to look back at his pregnant woman.

Renee was pulling the straps up covering her swollen breasts but noticed him looking lowering them. She cupped them again, squeezing big handfuls making them burst in milky fashion, staring back with narrowed eyes slowly covering up again.

“Get the fuck out of here.” She moaned, licking and biting her bottom lip salaciously.

“Going.”

Jaquan found her cousin flopped out just outside the door at the back of the loveseat she’d been sleeping on during the night. The blanket was covering her body with her long legs exposed from the calves down as Jaquan stood there bemused with his hands on his hips.

“Hey Carlie, it’s okay.”

“I am so sorry, sir; I wasn’t trying to peep in on you. I mean, I’m not some kind of pervert!” The thin woman was utterly mortified, too embarrassed to stand up while he was there.

“It’s burdur escort cool, things like that happen sometimes; Renee thinks it’s funny. Come on, let me help you up.” He leaned over with the intent of helping Carlie off the hardwood floor, but her legs shot up under the blanket in the blink of an eye.

“I’M GOOD, NO THANKS!!” She scurried around the edge of the love seat on all fours landing on the cushion in a second bouncy faceplant. Jaquan just stood there; shoulders hunched figuring Carlie was too embarrassed to face him.

“Leave her be, she’s probably scared you’re gonna get all mannish with her, too.” Jaquan’s heart leapt into his throat at the sound of Daisy Mae’s voice to his immediate left.

The elder Kelly was in the kitchenette in front of the electric stove stirring up a pan stacked with scrambled eggs. Off to the side was a plate piled high with Canadian bacon, and various sausage links and patties. On the counter was a wicker basket stuffed with croissants and muffins along with a few cake donuts. There was a veritable feast there, but Jaquan’s eyes were elsewhere.

A vintage seventies maxi dress covered her hyper thick pear-shaped frame. It was the kind with the spaghetti straps at the shoulders and this excess material at the chest that made it look like two separate flower printed pieces. The rest flowed down hovering over the midpoint of her calves but would’ve been lower if not for the incredible swell of her huge derriere. There was a visible crease between her cheeks that told Jaquan she wasn’t wearing any underwear. But he wasn’t looking at that.

His chain was around Daisy Mae’s hickey covered neck as she turned skillet in hand, smiling at him friendly enough.

“Hungry?”

“Uh…”

“Cat got your tongue, Jaquan?” She smiled giving him a wink that made him almost piss himself.

“Oh, he’s out of it because Carlie walked into our bedroom, when we were uhm, doing something.” Renee appeared wrapped in a robe properly covered up, running her fingers through her long tresses.

“Is that right, girl?” Daisy Mae scooped the eggs onto a platter before tossing the skillet into the sink.

“Yeah, he was feeling me up.” Renee chortled standing at the back of the love seat looking down at a hiding Carlie, hands stuffed into her pockets. Both women were laughing at her reaction while he stood between them blank faced. Renee noticed taking his hand giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Bae.” He was at a loss for words as Daisy Mae pushed past him, using her meaty arm to swipe him aside. She leaned over the back of the couch bringing her hand down on Carlie’s rear end hidden under the blanket.

“GET UP AND WASH YOUR ASS!!” The girl scurried away, but Daisy Mae held onto her end of the blanket causing it to be snatched away revealing the baseball sleeved night dress covering her slender figure.

“WHAT-THE-HELL?!!” Carlie shouted favoring her stinging butt as she bumped the doorframe awkwardly disappearing into their bedroom and the only bathroom.

“YOU BETTER HURRY UP OR I’M GONNA SEND JAQUAN IN THERE TO HELP YOU OUT!!” Daisy Mae shouted playfully getting a loud slamming door and locking sound as a response. Jaquan stood there silent unable to take his eyes off his gold chain around Daisy Mae’s neck.

“Hey, what’s up?” Renee noticed then followed his gaze to her chain on another woman’s neck as Daisy Mae turned around.

“Oh this; found it outside in the back. It’s kind of pretty and you know how much I like nice things, Renee; just like you.” Both women stared at one another with Renee’s eyes becoming narrow before she glanced back at Jaquan.

“You should be careful with that; it cost a lot of money.” He didn’t know what to say, feeling the lump in his throat grow larger as Daisy Mae interjected.

“Aw you know how these menfolk are Renee, forget their head if it wasn’t attached; you’re his woman so it’s your job to remind him.” The look on this woman’s lightly freckled visage was openly smug reading equal parts salacious directed at him in front of his woman. Renee stared back, then looked at Jaquan’s expression.

“Is that my job, huh Jaquan?”

“Uhm, sorry.” I offered weakly not knowing what would happen next while Daisy Mae stood between them fingering his chain about her neck, amused.

“It’s not that serious, okay?” Renee gave him a peck on the lips, then wrapped her arms around him as much as her belly would allow.

“You two are so cute together.” Daisy Mae commented as Renee noticed the hickeys on her neck.

“Ew girl, what’ve you up to?” Jaquan gulped.

“Got a little action outside with this fella.” His mouth hung open as he felt his world about to come crashing down hand in hand with his probable executioner.

“Did you put it on him?”

“You know how we do it in this family; that nigga probably still lying out there in them woods with his pecker pointed up at the sky.”

Both women started busting up. Renee glanced at Jaquan’s face giving his hand a reassuring tug as Daisy Mae piped up addressing him.

“You put out or something, boy?” She laughed twisting the invisible knife in his back, still favoring the chain. This made Renee laugh harder as she took a seat on the small couch, palm resting on her belly.

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Midnight on a Friday. You’re out of town on business. You’re sitting on the patio of the hotel bar. You call from your cell phone – to say hello. It’s hot.

The air is thick with humidity.

You’re wearing next to nothing. You’ve been drinking, so you’re feeling relaxed. The heat is making you sweat. The sweat traces the outline of your nipples. They’re hard. They’re clearly visible. So delicious….

As we talk, you glance over your shoulder to see a group of five men coming out of the hotel restaurant. They’re handsome – probably late 30’s, attractive, dressed in khaki’s and button down shirts. Mmmm… they notice you.

They watch you. You watch them. You smile. They smile. They send over a drink. You know they’re talking about you. I ask you what’s happening. You say that a couple of them are approaching you.

I reach down and unzip my pants.

I listen.

They ask you who you’re talking to. “I’m on hold”, you say. They ask you stupid questions. You give them stupid answers. Their eyes travel up and down your body, stroking you as I begin to stroke my cock.

“What are you up to tonight”, one of the men asks. He’s handsome. He looks to be about 38. He’s in good shape – very clean-cut. You notice the ring. He’s married.

You’re not sure what you’re going to do, you say. You have no definite plans. You hear my voice whispering into your ear… .”Ask them why they want to know”.

You ask. They tell. It’s late. The bar’s about to close. They’re in town from New York and have been around each other all week to where .. it would be nice to have someone else to talk to. They mention that one of bayburt escort them has a suite. They have a fully-stocked bar and .. they know it’s forward, but… they’d love to invite you up.

You laugh. “I don’t even know you”, you say. They’re persistent.

“Come on.. .just a drink?”, they say. “We’re not serial killers or rapists or anything like that. We’re just a bunch of overworked corporate boobs”.

You smile.

“Just a drink, huh?”, you ask.. teasing.

”Yep… just a drink. Hey.. if you can’t, we understand .. but we’d like it if you did”.

You smile. Your eyes look down and then back up. “I don’t know”, you say.

“Please”, they say. “We won’t bite”.

I’m growing hard … very hard, listening to all of this.

”Go with them”, I say… almost breathless.

“Ok”, you tell them. “Let’s go”.

You hang up the phone..

My mind races. My heart quickens. My cock is literally throbbing in my hand. I get up and go to the window. It’s hot in my room. I look up at the moon and close my eyes. I see you sitting on this stranger’s lap. I see you in a short black dress. I see it hiked up. I see them stealing glances at your bare thighs. I know they want you.

A half hour passes. The phone rings. It’s you.

“They know”, you say. You told them about me.

You’re up in their suite. I can hear the red wine in your voice. You’re buzzed. You tell me that you’re sitting on the couch. I ask you where they are in relation to you.

Two of them are on the couch with you, on opposite sides, you say.

Mmmm..

Two of them are sitting on the bed and one’s in a chair.

“Ohhhhh”, bilecik escort you sigh. “They’re kissing my neck”. I hear you kiss one of them. I hear the sound of lips on lips, lips against skin. You tell me that the two on the couch are unzipping their pants….they’re taking out they’re… “Ohhhhh, god” you moan. You tell me how they’re hands are under your …. “Ohhhhh”.

You tell me how they’re undressing you. You tell me how they’ve all stepped out of they’re clothes – everyone’s naked. You tell me how they’re sucking your breasts, kissing and licking their way down your body.

You tell me how their fingers are inside you.

I listen as you tell me how one of the men is on his knees. “Mmmm”, you sigh. He’s eating your pussy. The two guys from the bed are standing next to him, with their cocks rubbing all over your face. I hear them hit against the phone. The guy to your left is licking and kissing your ear and neck. The one to your right is busy with your nipples. You’re being swallowed whole…

I listen to you suck both their cocks into your mouth – at the same time. I listen and whisper into your ear. I ask you if you’re enjoying your new friends. “Ohhhhhh, I’m coming!” I overhear. I hear the other guy say the same thing. I hear them tell you to tilt your head back and open your mouth wide – to stick out your tongue. I close my eyes and see them cum into your mouth, splashing against your lips.

It dribbles down your chin.

I hear you cum. The guy eating your pussy is sucking you deeper into his mouth. I hear you cry out.

“Get on your knees and face the couch”, bingöl escort one of them instructs. You can’t say no. The two guys on the couch sit close together and tell you to suck their dicks. You do.

You tell me how the other men are taking turns fucking you from behind. I hear their balls slapping against your ass. I hear them spanking you with every thrust.

I close my eyes again and see the two guys cum in your mouth. I see you swallow and lick your lips. “Delicious”, you say. I hear them tell you to get up. They call you over to the bed. They tell you to bend down over the edge of the bed. You feel the cool sheets beneath your breasts.

“You are such a bad little girl, aren’t you”, one of them asks. “We’re not done with you yet”. You don’t say a word. You can’t think. I hear the one man say “Do you like to be fucked in the ass?”. You can’t speak.

I’m about to cum. I try to hold off, though…

“Oh yeah.. she likes it”…

“Ohhhhh”, you let out. He tells you this time: “We’re going to fuck your ass, one by one. You want that, don’t you? You want to feel us deep inside you”.

Without thinking it, you reply “Yessssssss”.

“We can’t hear you. What did you say?”. A hand comes down on your bare ass…

Smack.

“Yesssss, please…. Ohhhhhhhh”…….

They bring out the lubricant.

There, in the darkness of my room .. I sit and listen to you taking these men deep and hard. I listen to you moan. I listen to you grunt. I listen to you beg for more. I listen to them pounding into you. I listen to them spanking you. I hear each of them cum all over the back of your ass. I hear you tell me how you’re rubbing the thick white cum into your skin. You love the creaminess of this lotion.

You have your 4th orgasm of the evening.

You wish me goodnight.

Just before you hang up, I hear you say to them “Mmmm… Who’s next?”.

I cum.

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I listened to them for three months through the back wall of my bedroom closet. If I got home before 6 o’clock, I only heard her there, seemingly alone. Sometimes I heard a television or music, always playing at a low volume. Occasionally I heard her voice talking on the telephone. She spoke Chinese.

Their arguments began when he got home at 7. I never understood any of their exchanges – they never spoke to each other in English. Her tone was sharp and accusatory. His responses were lower-pitched rumbles. Their words volleyed back and forth, pausing for what I assumed was their dinnertime. Some evenings, that would end the arguments. On other evenings they’d start up again. Eventually their voices stilled, and only their television broke the silence.

They were in bed at 10, like clockwork. And more often than not, regardless of the intensity of their earlier bickering, they fucked. In the beginning I’d lie in bed and hear their muffled sounds, though as the weeks passed, I became emboldened and I’d press an ear against the wall to listen more clearly. They’d start slowly. I’d hear her long, exhaled moans or his deep-throated grunts. Oral sex, I concluded, and neither of them seemed to reach orgasm. Eventually they fucked.

Their fucking was delightfully noisy and frustratingly quick. Invariably, in a span of never more than three or four minutes, her moans became high-pitched staccato squeaks, his grunts became sustained, earthy growls, and their headboard thumped an ever-quickening beat against the far bedroom wall until he climaxed. Then silence. Did she come? I guessed not.

And why did I guess not? Because I’d hear her when she did climax. That happened almost every morning, shortly after her husband left for work. I’d listen to her pleasure herself, vocalizing the same high-pitched squeaks as she’d done the night before, but in the mornings these sounds transitioned to a new plateau, announcing each of her several orgasms with loud, breathy gasps and throaty moans. My own more silent climax usually synchronized with her first one. Her husband missed out on a lot.

I never saw them in person. I just entered their lives through their anonymous sounds. It went on like that for three months, and then suddenly they were gone. They must have moved when I was at work because their apartment went silent for three weeks.

My next neighbor was a man, also unseen and anonymous. He lived there for four months. In that time I heard him entertain a female visitor only once. The two of them arrived about midnight, interrupting my quiet reading in bed with their slamming doors, flushing toilets, and loud voices. Then the volume dropped and my ear found its way to the closet wall, and before long they were in bed. I heard soft voices and stretches of silence mixed with sounds of giggles and pleasure. When the bed noises began, it was a steady rhythm and all too brief, finishing with her “Oh God!” exclamation and his long, bear-like growl.

His departure was soon replaced by a new renter, this time a woman. She had an active social life, and her apartment was filled with voices both female and male. Once or twice a week she entertained a man in her bedroom, complete with conversation, laughs, lengthy sexplay, and multiple orgasms. I became a student of the sounds, and it was clear to me that there were at least two, perhaps three, men she was involved with.

I saw her in person a few weeks after she moved in. She was in her late 20s, short and a tad pudgy, sporting a constant smile and an embodiment of “perky.” We crossed paths that first time in the hallway as we both happened to emerge from our apartments. We exchanged a mutual “Hi!” as we crossed paths.

After that, after I had a glimpse of the tangible woman who occupied the bed in the next apartment, I was doubly aroused when I listened to her through the wall. I tried to imagine what she was doing with her lover du jour. When I heard only a male moan, was that from her busy mouth? When her joyful noises were unaccompanied by bed creaks, was he feasting aksaray escort on her pussy? And when the bed began creaking, I tried to envision how their bodies were joined. What positions did she like? Did it vary with each lover? Did she control the actions, or did he?

Meanwhile, my own sex life picked up. My relationship with a woman at work had been evolving from friendly to flirty to suggestive. Melanie was in her late thirties, a decade older than me, and had a boyfriend. She was medium height, skinny with small breasts, long red hair and sparkling blue eyes, and a quick laugh. We’d frequently eat lunch together, at first in groups, then as time went on more often it was just the two of us.

Eventually our conversations got personal. I told Melanie about my long-distance relationship that was in hiatus, and she told me about her apathetic boyfriend. “I don’t know why I bother to take the pill,” she grumbled one day, “He never seems interested. Am I really that boring?” I assured her she wasn’t. I also took a mental note about her contraceptive of choice – and wondered whether she might be dropping a hint to me.

A week later, driving to a sandwich shop for lunch, she asked to see where I lived. Ten minutes after that we were in my apartment. She excused herself for a quick bathroom break, and moments later we were kissing in the living room. Five minutes after that, I was on my back on the bed, and Melanie was busily slurping away on my cock.

Things were obviously moving quickly.

While Melanie was slowly bobbing up and down on my shaft, I slipped a hand up her skirt – no panties! – and played with her pussy. She was wet and growing wetter by the second. Her moans vibrated through my erection as my fingers grazed up and down her slippery cleft, saying hello to both her prominent clit and her vagina. Melanie’s mouth disengaged and she looked up at me. Her fist was wrapped around the base of my throbbing shaft. “Do we have time for a quickie?” she asked with a smile.

I didn’t bother to glance at the bedside clock. “Are you sure?” My cock spoke my answer to her fist.

Melanie didn’t answer with words. She stood up, reached behind herself and fiddled with the back of her skirt, and it dropped to the floor. Now I could see she was a natural redhead. I barely had time to squirm my pants to below my knees when she was on top of me again, straddling my hips, maneuvering her inflamed pussylips along the length of my cock to stroke her wetness against my expectant flesh.

And then Melanie impaled herself on me. Inside, she was a furnace of smooth slickness. Her face took on an expression of faraway concentration as her hips squirmed, driving my cock deeper and deeper until her pubic bone was mashed against mine. She rested there momentarily, rejoining eye contact with me and gracing me with her little internal squeezes. Then she sat upright and began to grind. Her palms rested against my chest to steady herself, and her hips undulated in a steady rhythm. There was no in-and-out. There was only a relentless, insistent grinding of her pussy against me.

Throughout it all we kept eye contact. Melanie smiled. Her blue eyes twinkled. Her mouth pursed, and she exhaled soft moans that became progressively louder and more sustained. Her weight pinned my hips to the mattress. Melanie was in control, taking her pleasure in my body and her own. Not that I was complaining, of course. “You’re so hard,” she murmured, and her hips increased their tempo.

We were both getting close. “Oh God,” she grunted, “Oh God.” Her hips quickened and pressed down even harder. She announced, “I’m going to come,” and she shifted gears yet again, slowing her thrusts and ever so slightly changing the angle of entry to drive my cock even deeper into her vagina and to increase the pressure of my shaft against her G-spot, which was now distinctly noticeable to my invading flesh. I held her hips with my hands and just hung on for the ride – or more accurately, for her ride.

Then Melanie closed her eyes amasya escort and climaxed with a noisy, sustained groan that sounded like a weightlifter hoisting the barbell above her head. Her steady hips thrusts stilled, her back arched, her face reddened and scrunched into an agony of pleasure. I felt her involuntary rhythmic nibbles around the base of my cock. And that did it for me, too. My instincts forced my hips higher to bury my cock another fraction of an inch, and I exploded pulse after pulse into her silky vagina, announcing each with a soft grunt. Melanie’s eyes open and she refocused on my face, smiling, rocking her hips in sync with my spurts.

We remained connected for a minute or two. My cock offered its final dying twitches. My pounding heart slowed. Melanie’s eyes broke away to glance at the clock. “Shit,” she said, “I have a 1:30 meeting.” I followed her gaze. It was 1:05. Her pussy gave me a final squeeze, and out I popped. Melanie giggled, reaching a hand between her legs. “You’ve made a mess in me!” she scolded with a pretend tone, then she dismounted and waddled to the bathroom with one hand cupping her pussy, the other retrieving her skirt from the floor on her way.

I got my pants back on and my belt buckled by the time Melanie emerged. She was wearing her skirt again. We met halfway, embraced and kissed, and then stared at each other. She broke the silence. “It’s a good thing I have underwear,” she told me, “or else your cum would be running down my legs all afternoon.”

I started to apologize, but she cut me off with “I’m just teasing.” She glanced at her wristwatch. “We do have to go, though.” She pecked my lips again with a quick kiss, and we headed to the door and out to my car for the short ride back to work.

Two days later we took separate cars “to go to lunch” and met at my apartment. A few minutes later and with fewer words, we were naked in my bed, and my face was tucked between Melanie’s trim thighs. My nose parted her red bush, and I licked and suckled her fragrant pussy to an explosive orgasm. Her undulating hips kept pace with my slathering tongue until her hands pulled my face against her slick pink and she exhaled those same straining, throaty grunts.

Melanie tugged me upward. “Now,” she said, “Now I want you inside me.” Who was I to argue? I mounted her, our bodies adjusted to each other, my cock smeared itself in her slickness, and then in a single creamy stroke I was buried. A flood of sensations overwhelmed me. I was enthralled by her inner heat, her smooth, slippery walls, her legs that embraced me and pulled me closer. I rejoiced in her hips that angled upward to get me deeper, her torso that squirmed to be in just the right position, her arms that wrapped around my upper body, her fingernails that dug into my back.

I was suddenly distinctly aware that my cock was buried inside this vibrant, heavily breathing supposedly attached woman who was offering me her creamy, furnace-hot snatch. Was her boyfriend really sexually uninterested in her? How could that be?

“You’re so hard,” she whispered to me, “It feels so good, so good.” I tried gentle, and Melanie demanded “Harder! Faster!” Each inward thrust seemed almost frantic. “That’s it,” she moaned, “Like that, don’t stop!” I didn’t. Her rocking hips, her hands that were now planted on my ass and urging my ever faster pace, her breathy moans were headed toward an inevitable, and quick, outcome. I’m going to come, I announced, which only increased her volume. Inside she was getting wetter and wetter. A few final thrusts got me there, and I jammed my cock as deep as I could manage and exploded with strong, wet pulses, each matched with her breathy “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

We clung to each other, sweaty and panting. “I’m sorry,” I managed to get out between my rapid breaths, “I came much too fast.”

Melanie’s fingernails lightly scratched up and down my back. “It’s okay,” she assured me, “I wanted it. I wanted you.” She raised her face to mine, and I kissed her. Her tongue swirled in my mouth.

Our antalya escort lunchtime quickies went on for a few months with a mostly regular weekly dash to my apartment. We’d quickly strip and slide between the sheets. After a few minutes of nuzzling and giggles, licks and nibbles, it would be “time’s a wastin’!” and my rock-hard cock would be jammed up her sweet, hot, slickness. My pubic bone would be mashed against her little soldier at attention, my cockhead would be tickling the tip of her cervix, and we’d both be moaning and groaning and breathing fast.

Sometimes Melanie would start out on top. Sometimes we’d scissor together sideways. Occasionally we’d shift to a couple of minutes of doggie. But we would almost always end up the same way, with Melanie on her back, her knees raised and spread, and me driving my cock into her. We would climax more or less together. Hers would trigger mine, or mine would trigger hers, and we’d writhe together on the bed, my cock pulsing streams of liquid fire and Melanie’s inner muscles doing their own rhythmic contractions with her cervix fluttering a neighborly greeting to my spurts.

And a ‘quickie’ being what it is, we’d only linger there for another few minutes, cooling down with more nuzzles and giggles, more erotic whispers in each other’s ear while connected body parts did their final quivers. Soon we’d share a brief shower – “Don’t get my hair wet!” Melanie would admonish. Invariably she’d make a sexy comment about her pussy being filled to overflowing – “How am I going to sit in a meeting like _this_!” she’d scold me with smile.

During all this time, I would continue to overhear my neighbor’s sex life. I noticed a pattern – she seemed to entertain only on Wednesday or Sunday evenings, and she was juggling more than one lover. On the other evenings her apartment was silent until shortly after midnight, when I would occasionally heard her puttering around. I guessed that she might have an evening job, and that guess was reinforced one day when Melanie and I were leaving my apartment. As we stepped into the hallway, my neighbor emerged from her apartment, walking toward us. As she passed, I noticed her eyes glance quickly at Melanie’s ring finger, sans ring, then make eye contact with me and smile.

When Melanie and I stood together in the elevator, she said, “Did you see her check us out?” It was then that it occurred to me that if my neighbor had a job that occupied her evenings, then she was likely in her apartment during the daytime hours when Melanie and I were enjoying our noon’ers. And since I could hear my neighbor’s amorous noises, my neighbor could certainly hear what was happening in my bedroom, too. Did she deliberately exit her apartment so she could attach a face and a body to Melanie’s vocalizations? The thought of being the object of someone else’s voyeurism initially alarmed me, then it intrigued me.

“No, I didn’t notice,” I replied. “I almost never run into her.”

Over time, for one reason or another, my noon’ers with Melanie became less frequent – from weekly to every two weeks, then once a month at most. I began to date a few other women, though nothing serious developed. One Saturday afternoon I lugged my laundry basket to the basement laundry room, and there I discovered my neighbor was pulling clothes out of the dryer and into her basket. “Hi neighbor,” I said.

“Well hi, neighbor.”

I reached out a hand. “I’m Jon.”

“Hi Jon. I remember you. I’m Lynn.” She smiled, then added, “I feel like I already know you.”

I wondered if she was referring to our shared bedroom wall. I also wondered that if she had been listening to my bedroom activities, then did it occur to her that I might be listening to hers? I said, “Still, it’s good to actually meet you for real.”

“Sure. It’s nice to meet you, too.”

Lynn hoisted her laundry basket, turning toward the door, then turned back to face me, saying, “I hope I’m not too loud in my apartment. I don’t want to bother you.

“No, you don’t bother me at all. I hope I don’t bother you.”

Lynn smiled. “No, you don’t.” We shared a moment of silence as we stared at each other’s face. I restrained an urge to say, “I rather enjoy listening to you.” Was she thinking the same thing? Finally, Lynn winked at me and walked out the door.

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This little story was published first on EP and after the positive replies, decided to place it here as well. The story is rather tame, compared to others and I am still learning, so be nice

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Some time ago, It was my turn to visit my fiancé in London. As we wanted to have some fun and she lives with her sister and her two daughters, we took a hotel room in Paddington. I had arranged a meeting with a guy for the evening and we met the man in the bar of our hotel, to get to know him. He was a tall, soft spoken guy, very slim and fit.

My fiancé wore a skirt that came down to mid thigh when standing, a sheer top and a lace bra underneath. You could clearly see her areola and nipple through the attire. Under the skirt were only hold up black stockings, very sheer and shiny.

As we were sitting in a small alcove in lush easy chairs around a low coffee, screened form possible patrons in the bar(which was empty except for the bartender/waitress), I started playing with A., since we had decided to have a good screw with our visitor. I hiked up her skirt, until with small effort one could see her clean shaved pubes, her stocking tops in full view. A’s legs went a bit wider and she leaned back enjoying my caressing of her legs and around her mound. His eyes were glued to this sight and I could see a growing interest kahramanmaraş escort in is nether regions.

It wasn’t long and A’s legs were splayed wide and her petals started to open with a moist sheen greeting us. Her Head was laid back and it was obvious for any observer, she was enjoying some attention. The bartender/waitress came to our area, so I pulled down the skirt a little bit, to cover the pussy lips, but left the stocking tops in view, while continuing to caress the thighs. She had a look and then maneuvered into a position, where she was able to look straight between the legs. Due to the lighting and the so caused shadows she only could have got a hint of what was there, but the whole time she was taking our orders, her eyes were fixed on what might be to see. I couldn’t refrain myself to ask, if she liked what she saw. She blushed crimson and in a soft voice just said yes and left in a hurry. Our guest gave me curious look and I told him to wait and see.

The waitress came back with the drinks for A and k, our guest, and set them down, her eyes again glued to the sight.

“You wanna see more?”

She blushed and just nodded her head (I love girls blushing). I raised the skirt again but this time really high, so the whole groin was exposed spread the legs of my love toy wide, until her petals opened wide and allowed kastamonu escort a view of the entrance to her paradise. The waitress stood motionless for at least two or three minutes and just stared. Her nipples were popping in view and her breath getting faster. I broke the spell:

“You are drawing attention, lady, come back often and you will see more.”

With this words I let my fingers glide over A’s clit which caused her to shudder with a suppressed moan. The waitress snapped out of her near trance and just whispered a thank you.

I got bolder now and started to honestly frig A. She bit her lips and writhed in the chair. After not more than two minutes later our waitress was back, meanwhile K had joined my in my game and had two fingers up my loves cunt. The waitress set down my tea and took the seat next to me, with her back to the bar and told us, she had a break now. She had drawn the curtain, so we now had total privacy.

A had her legs spread wide; she moaned low and wanted to get shafted now. The waitress grew excited.

“You are really going to do her here? Please let me see that. I can’t believe anyone would be so bold. Do her, please.”

I beckoned K to drop his pants, don a rubber and just screw her. He did just that. Without further ado he plunged into the meanwhile dripping wet gash and split her open. kayseri escort His cock was not more than average length, but thick like a small coke can. A slapped both hands over her mouth to silence herself, her breath getting ragged and shallow. K fucked her with deliberate slow deep stroke.

The waitress had her skirt hiked up by now and was desperately frigging herself over her tights and briefs by now. Meanwhile the smell of dripping wet cunts filled the alcove and the slapping sounds of his deep thrusts were clearly heard. I knelt in front of the waitress, pulled her tights and briefs off and spread her legs. She had a black landing strip above her clean shaved snatch, I locked my mouth on her and attacked her extreme big engorged clitoris. She let out a shriek and immediately came with an intense orgasm. I gave her bit of time to come down, while I dropped my pants now and after donning a condom as well just turned her around, so I could do her from behind and took aim and filled her cunt.

I was able to watch A getting well fucked and with all this sights I had to hold back after only five minutes, our waitress came along and peaked again after another ten minutes, when I let go as well. A and K had finished as well by that time and were already sitting back, half nude, A’s charms still on display and watched my ongoing attack. After we came within less than 10 seconds of each other, we set back as well.

K couldn’t believe anything like that happening in a public bar and we laughing informed him, he was set up: the owner /waitress and her husband were friends of us and it was for reason, that the bar was empty, as it was after hours already and we had it all planned like this

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