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I watched Julia exit the room and at that moment you could say that I was reeling from the powerful effects that she had so easily imposed on my will, or whatever was left of it. I took a long slow inhale and as I released my breath I began to contemplate my situation. I was about to put on Julia’s panties and I didn’t know how I felt about that. I held them in my hand and it occurred to me how utterly ridiculous I would look inside of them. Yet, the combination of the feel and the fragrance were intoxicating. Who was I kidding, I knew I was going to comply.

The second consideration was the anticipation of Julia’s change of clothing. My imagination was unleashed as I envisioned Julia’s beautiful feet encased in high heels, her gorgeous legs supported by black-seamed stockings leading to a short leather skirt, and some kind of leather corset or black bra supporting her beautiful breasts. Perhaps she would be wearing glossy red lipstick. Maybe her hair would be up. I took it a step further and imagined the clicking of her heels as she approached me. To say I could hardly stand the wait would be a gross understatement.

It was just about 5 minutes before Julia made her entrance back downstairs and into the room. As I looked up at Julia from my position on the floor I was at a loss to explain Julia’s new change of clothes. It’s like everything I imagined and anticipated was anything but the reality of the situation as Julia wore a button down long sleeve blouse, loose fitting charcoal gray business type slacks, almost man- like in appearance, plain brown loafer type shoes with dark dress socks, and to finish this absurd change of venue a sports type jacket, something similar to what a college prof might wear to class. I didn’t know what to think or say. I wondered if she had changed her mind about the evening’s activities.

I was sitting on my bottom, yes the bottom clad with Julia’s panties, with my legs crossed as Julia purposefully walked over to me with possibly the slightest of sneers on her face. “So, James, we really need to get you a larger size of panties, don’t we?” She let out a quick but brief laugh before resuming with, “Of course, we don’t really know yet if you’ll embrace this new role, do we?” I wondered exactly what the “new role” was going to be but I didn’t say anything. I’m sure my face accurately portrayed the confusion of the moment.

“OK, Jamie, get on your knees and face me when I sit down. Bring the footstool over for my feet.” I did so and Julia propped her right foot on the stool. As I looked at the black shoe that was anything but feminine I wondered where this was going to go. As it were I wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Do you like my shoes, Jamie?

“Well, yeah, they’re pretty nice.”

“I’m wearing them for you. You know that, right? I mean you know this is all part of your exploratory education. Or, you could say, Julia 101.”

“Um, Julia, I don’t get it. Why these shoes?”

“Why not these shoes?”

With this Julia pointed to the right foot that was on the footstool. I knew what this meant and with a minimal level of anticipation I supplicated myself to her request and kissed this shoe. The moment was anything but sexy.

“Lick it.”

I began licking the shoe and as she turned it from side to side I would follow along. I repeated the same actions on her left shoe without much inner passion. However, I did do my best to act like I was enthusiastic about it because, well, it was still Julia. OK, well it was a little bit of a thrill but nothing like the other activities so far and maybe some of that was I just didn’t see the eroticism of this act. I tried to fight off the feeling of disappointment that started to emerge.

However, Julia was not deterred. She kept rotating her shoes while giving instructions. Side to side I alternated between kissing and licking. Finally, after 10 minutes or so of this exercise Julia had me stop.

“James, you really are doing a piss poor ardahan escort job of worshipping my shoes.” As I started to reply, Julia said, “Save your feeble excuses as I don’t want to hear them. I believe you need some encouragement James. What’s the point of humiliating yourself by wearing girl’s underwear if you can’t even pay homage to your goddess’s feet? Trouble multi-tasking? Yes, James they still are my feet. The ones you love. The ones you crave. Are you so blind as to not realize those same feet? Can you not see past the shoe to the foot?”

As I started to reply Julia held up her hand and spoke, “Lie on your back.” I retreated, rolled a little to the side, extended my legs and placed my back on the cool wooden floor. For what seemed like an eternity nothing happened. But, I knew whatever happened next was not going to be initiated by me.

“Beg me, James.”

“OK. Um, for what, Julia?

“For your lesson in encouragement. Remember?”

“Um, could I please have my lesson in encouragement, Julia?”

“What would be the appropriate lesson for insulting me and my shoes, James? Just how are you going to make it up? Think about your answer because you have only one chance to get this right.”

Oh, boy. “Well, Julia, I don’t really know what answer you are looking for but I think I do have one. It’s one that is, um, appropriate to the situation. At least, I think it’s appropriate. I think, I think you should walk on me with your shoes, Julia.”

“Why is that appropriate, James?”

“Because I showed disrespect?” She looked at me questioningly but with anticipation. More assertively, “because I showed disrespect to your shoes and you. I’m sorry, Julia.”

“How sorry?”

Softly I said, “I’m very sorry, Julia. Please forgive me.”

Julia then put one foot on my naked chest and smiled. “Now you get it, James. You said the right thing. Very good boy. You can be just so sweet sometimes.” Followed by the Julia smile. “You’re making progress slave james.”

I don’t recall being called a slave by Julia but it stirred something in me. Here I was naked, except for Julia’s panties, on my back, begging to be walked on with clunky dress shoes but here’s the interesting part. I no longer cared about the shoes or the outfit as it was Goddess Julia towering over me and I could think of no one anyplace more beautiful and sexy as this woman right now in this room.

“Please, Julia.”

“Please what, slave boy?”

“Please walk on me.”

“Walk on you with these clunky shoes? That would excite you? To be walked on in shoes like these?”

“It would. It would very much, Julia.”

And, I meant it. My heart was beating deeply and I could feel myself start to perspire ever so slightly. It was like a switch was turned on and for the life of me I didn’t see it coming. I went from pretending to be enjoying this ritual to actually craving in it in what, 5 minutes time? My penis started to stir and Julia had not even started what was certainly going to be a strange yet provoking experience. I mean being walked on was something I’d never even thought about before. How could such an act be stimulating to the point that I was beginning to become erect. I have read about CFNM type situations but I never quite got it or at least never conceived of it as being erotic.

Julia began to drag the sole of her shoe over my nipple while not uttering a word. She just watched me. From one nipple to the other back and forth and at times pressing down rather firmly to create a friction that was not altogether pleasurable, yet not so painful as to want it to stop. I swallowed hard and then realized I was fully erected. I think I let out a moan.

“So, you like your tits walked on do you, Jamie. You find it exciting for your Queen to drag her thick shoe on your tender breast, don’t you? Otherwise, your cock wouldn’t be so hard, would it? It’s a somewhat small cock but I think adıyaman escort it’s a cute one as small cocks go.”

Yikes, talk about a free fall through space and time. I can remember times of intense love making with women that were not as stimulating as Julia and her light foreplay. That voice, those eyes, geez, she owned me. My cock was now sticking way out of Julia’s panties as if it were trying for an escape.

“Jamie, your small cock looks like it could use some attention, don’t you think? Actually, it looks like it’s trying to become big.” Followed by the patented Julia short giggle. At this point she dragged her foot down my body and over my stomach and paused just before she reached my cock. She then positioned herself with both legs on each of my sides and while facing me, smiled the smile of someone who is in complete control and knows it, and then lifted up that same foot and placed it one inch above my throbbing cock. She gave it just the briefest of playful kicks. Of course, my cock retreated just a bit but quickly resumed the same position if not straining to be even a bit larger, if that was possible. Another short playful kick followed by the giggle.

Julia then lowered her shoe and with her heel covering the top of my balls with the rest of the shoe extending to the tip of my cock she slowly, but firmly, pressed down and held. As I was craving some Julia contact even the touch of her shoe felt erotic. She held it there for 10 seconds and just when I thought she was going to lift up she began to slowly, ever so slowly, rub from side to side like she was extinguishing a smoldering cigarette butt.

“Admit it James, you’re right where you belong aren’t you? Right under the sole of my shoe and you find this very exciting, don’t you? More fun than being on a traditional date, don’t you think?”

Geez did she know I had another date for tonight. No way, of course, yet she had demonstrated this uncanny sense of what I was thinking several times before as if she had a window into my minds eye.

Julia continued to play, as there could be no other word for it, with my cock for several minutes alternating between the playful kicks and more forceful presses to the point that I realized that I was getting close to an ejaculation.

“Please, Julia.”

“Please what slave boy?”

“I’m afraid I might come, Julia.”

“Not yet, slave boy, as you have one more act to perform before you even think about your pleasure. You’re not here for your pleasure, you know? James? James, answer me?”

Obediently, I replied, “I’m here for your pleasure Julia. Just tell me what to do.”

Julia removed her foot from my cock and placed her legs on the sides of my hips once, again. She stared down at me and smiled. Yes, it was the evil grin but the truth was I liked that evil grin. I realized that it turned me on because it meant Julia was turned on.

Julia crouched down while bringing her bottom over my chest and with her knees off the ground but close to the sides of my head she gazed down upon me. She kept one hand on the chair next to us for balance.

“Here comes the best part, Jamie. Here comes your next Julia fetish. Do you think you’re ready for something new? Can you see it coming?”

Unlike the shoe ritual I couldn’t see it coming and really had no idea what was going to happen next. In retrospect, if I had connected all of the dots I might have known what was in store but when you’re in the frenzied state I was in it all happens so fast you have little time to think.

I looked up with the proverbial “deer in the headlights” glaze and shook my head. What I did know was that whatever it was I wanted it. Julia had me in such a state that she could have done anything and I would have embraced it.

“It’s coming, James, but first one of your familiar Julia fetish’s is about to happen because we want to make sure you’re in the right mood, don’t karabük escort we? We want you so excited that it’s hard for Jamie to think straight.” She licked her lips.

Julia quickly and expertly peeled off the shoes, the socks, and flung them to the side. She stood straight up and the placed her right, then her left foot on my chest and I now had the full weight of my goddess pressing into my very being and I knew at that moment that I both welcomed it and craved it. Julia lifted her exquisite right foot and held it an inch or so above my face. As she rotated it ever so slightly my anticipation was growing at an exponential rate. After all, it’s a perfect foot.

“Please, Julia, can I kiss it?”

“Are you worthy foot slave?” Smiling, “I don’t think quite yet. Lick the bottom. Clean it. Clean it up so it’s nice and fresh. Fresh and sweet like the rest of me, Jamie.”

As directed, I licked and cleaned the right foot. Then the left. Next Julia put her toes to my lips and slowly edged them into my mouth. Slowly, but deeply. It wasn’t long before I could hardly move my tongue as her foot kept penetrating even deeper into my already consumed mouth. Yet, it was nothing short of bliss. To have the foot of my queen all to myself, well, I did wonder if I was worthy. I closed my eyes and drifted to that place where there are no distractions and just pure pleasure. Just when I was reaching the peak of my contentment Julia withdrew her foot and now stood atop me again. I struggled to catch my breath as her weight was shifting and causing me to adjust in my support of her full body weight.

Julia knelt down with her knees to the side of my head and smiled. “Did you like the licking, James? Did it turn you on to lick the bottoms of my feet?” After I nodded, Julia said, “Do you want to continue to lick? Lick something else?”

Wow, I couldn’t believe it but with Julia’s body positioning she could only mean one thing as she had to be referring to her pussy. Yet, I somehow couldn’t believe I could be that lucky. On the other hand, I’d been fortunate enough to enjoy other parts of Julia, so why not? Given this chance I’d do my best to give Julia the oral pleasure she deserved. If I performed well enough it could evolve into a regular activity. I can’t describe how utterly exciting this prospect was for me.

“Unzip me slave and prepare to give me oral pleasure.”

My god, it was true. I was about to embark on an incredible foray into pleasuring this Goddess and the time was now. Never mind the manly outfit that so preoccupied me earlier I was past all of this and the excitement was at a peak. I undid the top button. Next, I reached for the zipper and unzipped. But, at that moment I noticed something very strange. For as I undid the zipper I felt something hard shaped underneath. Almost like an object. I stopped and looked up at Julia not quite sure of myself anymore.

“Why Jamie, you’ve paused in your assignment. No point in slowing down what’s about to happen unless this is your way of savoring this new fetish.” With this she laughed a deep throaty laugh. Whatever I thought seconds ago I now knew was only a figment of a fantasy as I was pretty certain about what was going to happen next.

With the element of surprise half way exposed Julia rose to her feet. She stepped away from me and turned 180 degrees and slowly removed her pants leaving her with the shirt and coat as her only apparel. Off came the coat. The shirt remained and it draped over her buttocks. Julia then turned around and what I suspected, no what I feared, did indeed turn out to be true.

“Do you like it Jamie? Does it excite you? Don’t answer me with your voice. Let’s look at your cock. Well, it isn’t exactly soft, you know.” She laughed, again. She was right not only was I erected but I could sense I was growing. “Jamie, my, my, you’re so excited, aren’t you?”

She directed me to my knees. “Take a good look my slave. Remember how it looks and feels. Now, open your mouth. That’s it….wider…good boy. Take it all the way. Hmm, slut boy, you’ve answered my question quite nicely and without knowing it.” Another Julia laugh. “Because if your cock is any indication feminizing you before you swallowed my cock was a very good idea.”

With Julia’s dildo at the back of my throat all I could do was consensually nod.

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The night was cold and rainy. As Cindy and Lisa sped down the highway, all that could be heard besides the low hum of their car was the heavy pitter patter of the rain hitting their already drenched windshield. They were on a road trip to see their old friend from college, and unlucky as they were, they got caught up in a rainstorm in the middle of nowhere.

They haven’t spoken for over 30 minutes, but after her palms became more and more sweaty, Cindy was the first to break the silence. “I have to pee,” she said quite abruptly. Lisa rolled her eyes and said “Didn’t you go like an hour ago?” That was true, after having half a large Pepsi with her dinner, she peed in the restroom of a fast-food restaurant, but it seems the other half quickly caught up with her. As she wiggled around in her seat, she said “Yeah, but I really have to go. Like now!” Unimpressed, Lisa let out a groan and said “Fine. I’ll pull over the next time I see a restaurant,” however, not another building showed for over 30 minutes.

By the time Lisa pulled into the sketchy parking lot of a gas station, Cindy literally had both of her hands pressed against the crotch region of her blue shorts. “Wait don’t you want an umbr—”, but Lisa never finished her sentence before Cindy opened the car door and dashed into the wet darkness. Halfway to the restrooms, she broke out into an all out pee pee dance. With each step, the feeling began to get more and more intense in her bladder. As she placed her hands on the cold metallic surface of the door knob, she let out a small spurt of bodily-warmed piss into her small pink panties. Finally, after letting out a few more spurts she managed to open the door and run in, but she was not out of the woods yet.

Somehow, the bathroom was even more sketchy than the parking lot outside. From where she stood with her legs crossed, if appeared as if someone literally peed right onto the tiled floor. “At this rate, I might as well pee on the floor, too,” she said out loud, not expecting any response. As she starred at the stalls, the light flickered a few times which startled Cindy just enough to let out another spurt into her panties. With her shorts already wet and cold from the freezing rain outside, the pee actually felt nice and warm, and she longed to continue her pee, but alas, instead she desperately ran towards the nearest stall.

As she grabbed on to the handle of the poorly painted green bathroom stall door, it fell off of its hinges. “I see why someone peed on the floor,” she whispered out loud to herself. Then, she looked down ironically at the only clean thing in the whole bathroom, a white toilet that screamed relief. However, as she glanced at it, the ache in her bladder multiplied, and a few spurts shot out of her pussy lips. As she desperately played around with her zipper, she began to unintentionally let out a small trickle of pee into her panties. Finally, she managed to undo her zipper and urgently pull down her shorts; her panties following suite.

Even with her bare buttocks exposed to the open air, she let out small spurts of pee that were now running down her creamy legs. At this point, she was actually considering to squat down and pee onto the cold tiled floor, but she didn’t want to risk it. Instead, she turned around and tried to close the broken stall door as best she could and then sat down onto the cold white surface of the toilet beneath her.

Finally, her shaking stopped and she removed her hands from her pussy and just let it happen. She let it all go. Immediately, like a dam breaking, her pee bursted out of her pink pussy lips and into the white ceramic bowl below. She let out a moan as her bladder began to empty. “That was a close one,” kastamonu escort she said out loud, pee gushing out strongly. Then, out of the stall next to her, she heard an odd thumping noise. “Hello?” she called out into the dark, but no response came, she continued peeing. “Is there anyone there?” she called out again, then she heard another bump. At this point, she was slightly frightened by the noises coming out of the stall, so she halted her barely finished pee.

In the parking lot, Lisa began to get impatient.

Curious, Cindy leaned her head against the cold surface of the stall wall, and heard a large thump against her head. Then, a little further on along the wall, she noticed a large hole in the wall. All of a sudden, she heard a voice of man come from the stall next to her. “Why’d you stop peeing, girl? I was enjoying that,” the voice called out. “You’re listening to me?! You pervert,” Cindy screamed. “Yeah, I find it really sexy hearing your pee dribble out of your little cunt,” he said almost moaning. “Are you masturbating? You sick bastard,” she said in an angry tone. “Yeah, but I was willing to offer you a lot of money in exchange to hear you pee, and maybe a quick blowjob,” he said, almost laughing. “No—wait, how much?” she said, a little tempted. It’s been a while since she’s had any sexual relationship, so this seemed like a good opportunity to get a quick fix. “A thousand dollars,” the man said without any hesitation. “Ok, that sounds like a fair—” before she said finished her phrase, the man tossed 250$ cash underneath the stall, “I’ll give you 250$ when you finish your pee, and the rest once you suck my dick, girl.” Then, a little shaken up, Cindy eased her muscles and began to pee a little. Only a dribble at first, her stream quickly turned into a torrent of golden urine. “And once you’re done…” the man said as he shoved his dick through the hole that Cindy saw earlier.

Then, all of a sudden, her stall door fell off its hinges again, making a large crash as it slammed onto the cold piss-soaked floor. “Forget about it, continue peeing,” the man shouted. She did. Then, the door to the parking lot opened and Lisa impatiently walked into the bathroom and saw everything.

The room instantly grew silent.

***

It seemed as if the silence lasted forever, but someone eventually had to break the silence.

“It’s not what it looks like…,” Cindy said, but it was too late, Lisa knew what was going on. “Oh, don’t worry, continue your piss, and make sure you suck him real nice, slut,” said Lisa, in a very direct tone. Cindy didn’t know what to do, her bladder was still bursting with pee, and the money was on the floor, but in front of her best friend, could she really do it? “I’m waiting…,” said Lisa, tapping her foot on the hard tiled floor. Cindy frowned, but then tried to relax again; she was going to go through with it.

Blushing, Cindy began to pee. At first, only a small trickle of pee began to come out from between her legs, but then after a few seconds, the stream grew into a nice gush of bodily-warmed urine. “Mmmm, that’s it, baby,” the man said from in the other stall. Cindy took a second to look up at Lisa. She looked very unimpressed.

Her pee seemed to last forever, she really was desperate. For a full 20 seconds all you could her was the sound of her pee as it bounced off the inside of the ceramic toilet and into the already yellow-colored water below. After a few more seconds of peeing, Cindy let out a sigh of relief as her stream began the diminish. She let out a few more drops, and then said, “That’s it.” From the other stall, the man moaned and threw 250$ kayseri escort underneath the stall and said, “Good girl, now suck.”

With her panties and shorts around her ankle, Cindy dropped to her knees and awkwardly wobbled towards the erect dick that stuck out of the stall wall. “It’s so big,” Cindy said, trying to make the situation less awkward than it is. “Did I say you could talk?,” the man said, getting angry. “No, I’m sorry,” Cindy said, apologizing. For a second, she looked at Lisa, but Lisa was too busy staring at the puddle of pee on the floor to notice what was about to happen. Cindy moved closer, opening her mouth, she began to suck.

At first, she made an attempt to make the experience a little sensual by moving her mouth up and down the shaft slowly, but she quickly realized that the man was getting a little impatient. So, she then increased her pace, so that her lips glided quicker up and down the shaft of the man’s erect penis, she moaned to add a little bit of effect. He certainly enjoyed it. From the other side of the stall, the man was moaning uncontrollably, but he was also mumbling a few words in between his moans. “Mmmm… Pissing, yeah, keep doing it, keep sucking it, mmmm, imagine the both of—”

“Excuse me?”, Lisa said from outside of the two stalls. “The both of what? Us?” she said angrily. Cindy stopped sucking, but continued to just slowly rub his dick with her hands. “Yeah, a man can fantasize, right?” the man said. “Oh, and getting your dick sucked after listening to my friend pee isn’t enough?!” Lisa said loudly. “No, I want you use your friend as a toilet. I bet she’s getting thirsty.” he said calmly. Surprised, Lisa’s jaw dropped. “I’m never going to do that, you pervert.” Cindy looked up at her with a slightly worried face, she knew what was coming next.

“I’ll triple the amount to 3000$ if you piss into her mouth while she’s blindfolded.” As much as Lisa would have loved to have shut down his offer, her bladder was also beginning to get full after having the same large soda Cindy had before, so this seemed like a great deal. The man tossed the blindfold under the stall as lure.

“Ok, I’ll do it… I’m sorry, Cindy.” From within the stall, Cindy’s jaw dropped open. The man couldn’t contain himself, so he let out a loud moan and ejaculated. His sperm flew through the air and landed right into her mouth. She swallowed it. It tasted horrible, but she knew that certainly wasn’t the only thing that was going into her mouth tonight.

Cindy looked down at the ground, but only the black velvet blindfold stared back at her.

***

It was all starting to make sense now, the pee puddle, the broken stall door: they weren’t the first ones.

“I’m so sorry,” Lisa said, shifting her legs from side to side, she was starting to get really desperate. “It’s ok, as long as it doesn’t taste too bad… oh, and as long as you don’t tell anyone,” said Cindy, trying to put on her blindfolds.”Can’t you go any faster?” said the man in stall, eagerly peering out from underneath his locked stall door. “Actually, I was going to ask the same thing, I have to pee… And badly!” said Lisa, crossing her legs and bouncing up and down. “There… now where are you?” Cindy asked, waving her hands after putting on her blindfolds. “Just lay down on the floor, I’ll guide you with my voice. You better be thirsty, I’ve never had to go this badly.” Lisa said, with her hands between her legs. Cindy laid onto the ground, her head landed right onto the cold puddle of pee. It sent shivers down her spine.

After Cindy got into place, Lisa fumbled with her zipper on her jeans. “It’s stuck!” she said frustrated. kıbrıs escort “Wow, you two are almost as bad as the last two girls,” said the man from under the stall. “We’re not the first ones?!” demanded Cindy, slightly shocked. “Nope, you’re the fourth, no wait fifth group of girls. You’re by far the best looking though,” he said, beginning to rub his dick again. “Oh, thanks,” said Lisa sarcastically, finally pulling down her zipper. She then pulled down her purple panties and bunched them up into a nice pile which she threw onto the wet counter.

“So, how do you want to go through with this?” asked Lisa. ” I don’t know, just pee, I guess,” responded Cindy. “I think I’m going to ruin your clothes though,” said Lisa. “Oh, it’s ok, I’ll try to gulp it down as fast as I can.” With that, Lisa squatted down, her pussy hovering a few inches above Cindy’s open mouth. “On the count of 3?” asked Lisa. “Sure thing…” said Cindy, a little nervous.

“3… 2… 1… Here it comes…” said Lisa.

From in between her parted legs, a small trickle of pee shot out of her pussy and into Cindy’s mouth, the man began to furiously masturbate. “Eeeughhh,” mumbled Cindy. Immediately Lisa stopped her pee. “Is there something wrong,” she asked. “No, no, I just wanted to say that your pee doesn’t taste half-bad,” said Cindy. This drove the man crazy, he started to masturbate even faster now. “Oh… well, if you’re ever thirsty during the trip, I could always pee for you…,” said Lisa, half-serious. “Oh, well, I didn’t mean it like that, but sure, I’d like to try that someday,” said Cindy, also half-serious. A drip of pee landed onto Cindy’s nose, the floodgates were about to open again.

Instantly, a nice hissing sound started as Lisa started to pee, this time a little harder than before. Cindy was gulping faster now, but she amazingly managed to swallow most of her friends pee. Some left-over urine ran down the skin on her cheek. “Ahhhh…” said Lisa, “I’ve been holding this in for ages.” She continued to let her golden nectar flow into Cindy’s mouth. “I guess we’re not going to have to stop anywhere for restroom breaks anymore, because I could always use you as my toilet,” said Lisa, grinning. From underneath her pee stream, Cindy nodded her head.

Surprisingly, after peeing for a good 20 seconds, Lisa had only reached her midway point. She left out a sigh of relief and said, “Hang in there, I’m halfway done.” Cindy’s mouth overfilled and a bunch of pee spilled out and covered her face and neck,she began to gulp faster than ever. The pee tasted really salty, but at the same time, really sweet. It must’ve been from the amount of soda she drank back at the restaurant. “Ahhhh..,” moaned Lisa, “we should do this more often,” now actually serious. Cindy swallowed another mouthful of salty urine and nodded her head, agreeing. The pee began to diminish slightly.

“I think I’m almost done,” said Lisa. From under the stall, the man couldn’t hold back any more and ejaculated for the second time tonight, this time all over his chest. “Ah.. almost there…,” said Lisa, her pee turning back into a trickle. She leaned a little closer to allow Cindy to drink the last of her pee. A few more drops came out, but Lisa was finally done her pee. She was spent.

Removing her blindfolds, Cindy said, “Wow, I was actually enjoying that!, you should try it out.” Lisa looked at her, smiling and said, “Yeah, next time you have to go, tell me.” With that, Lisa put back on her clothes, Cindy let out a little burp and looked at the stall where the man was, it was empty. All that was left was a note and 3000$ cash. She looked at Lisa curiously, went over and grabbed the note.

It read:

“And certainly not the last.”

Getting a little weirded out, Cindy dropped the note, picked up the cash and said, “let’s get out of here.” Lisa, pulling up her zipper said, “Yeah, we have a long trip ahead of us, and remember, no bathroom breaks.” Cindy grinned.

And with that, they walked outside, to their surprise, the rain had finally stopped.

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Cindy said, “Welcome back sleepyhead, we decided to put the sides down before we go swimming, it’s sweaty work, and we won’t want to do it later after we are cooled off.”

Betty looked at the other three, and they were all sweaty. They had also changed into bathing suits, although Cindy was wearing a one piece red one and the boys board shorts left lots to the imagination since they hung almost to their knees.

Betty walked to Dick and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, noticing the manly scent of sweat on him. “Thanks for the lotion, do you want me to do you?”

Dick smiled, “Not now thanks, Cindy has the spray kind, the rest of us are all good.”

There was no path over the hillside and through the woods to the swimming hole, although as soon as they started down they could hear the waterfall. “My uncle specifically tries to avoid a trail so that people who come to the swimming hole from the other side don’t come up here. Its easy to find the waterfall on the way down, but pay attention to where we are so that you can all find your way back up if I’m not with you.”

It was only a five minute walk down the hill, but the swimming hole was magnificent, a couple of pools of deep water, each carved by a waterfall, and steep cliffs maybe 10-15 feet high surrounding them. The public access side of the stream was quite crowded, with families and groups of teenagers and twenty something college kids. The campsite side was much less crowded since you had to cross the stream from the public side to get there.

The group spent several hours at the swimming hole, climbing around the rocks hatay escort and jumping into the water. Betty had to be particularly careful when she jumped in since almost every time she did so her top would come loose and flash her breasts to whoever was around. She was careful to only jump next to her friends, and sometimes strangers that she thought looked old enough. If the top just rode up she would adjust it herself, but if it came untied she would hold the bikini across her breast and return to Dick to have him retie it. After the fourth or fifth time Betty said, “You are no good at all with knots, it keeps coming loose! Are you doing that on purpose?”

Dick grinned, “No, of course not! Its not my fault you keep jumping from the ledges!”

As the day wore on most of the families left, leaving mostly just the college kids. A lot of people had their cell phones with them, and were taking pictures of the waterfalls, the sunlight bouncing off the water, and their friends. They were taking pictures of attractive strangers, too, but were trying not to be obvious about it. Betty was in a lot of those pictures.

“We should head back up now, once it gets past 4 the sun can’t get down in here and it gets a lot cooler.” Cindy said as she started packing up her stuff.

Betty looked around and realized they were the only ones on this side of the stream, and there was only a group of college aged guys at the top of the wall on the other side. “OK, only one more jump, make sure you take pictures! It will be worth it!”

Cindy and Tom looked at one another, and quickly got out ığdır escort their phones. Dick said, “The camera on my flip phone isn’t worth the effort. I’ll just watch.”

Betty grinned and quickly swam across the stream and climbed up the cliff to the jumping spot, right next to the college guys. Somehow, for the first time all day, just before she got to the top her bikini top came loose again, falling down away from her breasts with the triangles pointing down.

Betty stood up and smiled at the guys before realizing that they were all staring at her naked breasts. “Opps, sorry about that. Let me cover up.” She picked up the strings with each hand and dragged them up her body, flicking across her hardened nipples as she did so. She didn’t bother to tie it though, she just brought her left arm across to hold the triangles in place.

As she looked up at the group, a blonde one suddenly dropped his right hand, the one holding his cell phone. He blushed very red. Betty sais, “Did you just take a picture of my naked tits without asking?”

Stammering a little, “Umm, yes. Is, is that ok.”

Laughing, Betty said, “Of course it’s not ok, you shouldn’t take pictures without asking! “

The guy said, “OK, I can delete it, don’t worry! I’ll do it now!” He raised his hand like we was going to do it right then.

“Oh, there is no hurry. You can delete it tonight after you jack off a couple of times. But I do want you to delete it, ok? Oh, but before you do that, can you text it to my friend? My boyfriend would probably love to see it.” Betty gave them Cindy’s number.

Shocked ısparta escort at the permission to use the photo before deleting it, the guys all looked around at one another. A tall brown haired guy with a swimmers body who had spent much of the day in the pool down below underwater cleared his throat. He asked, “Do you want the rest, too?”

Betty was surprised, “The rest?”

Grinning, he said, “Yeah, I’ve got a really good one of you after a jump. You can totally tell your top is off because it is floating there, but you can’t really see any details of your boobies. It’s kind of artistic, really.”

Betty said, “Sure, I would like that. And all the rest, too. You can keep any of the pictures where you can’t see my tits and face at the same time, ok? But delete the rest please? I mean, after you use them a couple of times, of course.” Betty giggled.

“Oh, and you might want pictures of this, too, boys.” Betty walked to the edge of the cliff facing her friends across the stream. She reached both arms behind herself and pulled the bikini strings, pulling the top loose and collecting it into her right hand. She looked over her shoulder and almost all of the guys had their phones up, ready to take pictures. She jumped up into the air and spun around with her right arm across her breasts this time and looked at the guys as she spun past. She was moving to fast to really see them, though. Then as the rotation faced her friends again, she spread her arms wide just before splashing into the water.

As she walked out of the water she had already tied the bikini around her chest, and was adjusting the triangles over her breasts by tieing the top strings behind her head. Dick grinned at her with a little bit of surprise. “You never needed my help with that did you?”

“No, but you were so bad at it that I thought you should practice.”

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I should have known that it would get out of hand. I get carried away you see. What happened was this:

It was coming up to Christmas and Dave, my husband, and I said we could do with some extra cash. Then I saw the ad in the local paper for photographic models. The local amateur club were auditioning young women for nude work. I phoned, the pay was good, I went along for my interview and got the job. I didn’t tell Dave at first – I wasn’t sure he would approve. I told him I was going out with my girl friends.

It was actually quite boring: three hours of sitting or lying in various poses for minutes on end while they fiddled with lighting and lenses. I found that I was quite disappointed when the session ended. All of the poses had been side on or with my legs up to hide my pussy so that all the pictures were extremely impersonal; artistic but not erotic. I don’t know what I’d expected – gang banging? mass lechery? Anyway, I was paid and walked to my car having been booked for the same time the next week. All very harmless.

During that week I found myself reappraising my body. I exercised every morning and, the evening before my next session, shaved my armpits, my legs, and trimmed and shaped my pussy hair. That evening we went through the same routine as before. One or two of the members had changed and there were now ten; nine men and just one of the women. At nine o’clock, with an hour still to go, the woman packed up and left. This wasn’t unusual as the previous week she, and one or two of the men had left before the end. Now, though, it struck me that I was naked and alone with seven men looking at me. This is the stuff fantasies are made of and lying there stretching my body for them I started to daydream.

Whereas my tits had behaved themselves this week so far, they now stood erect as I imagined various members of my audience with enormous erections, unable to control themselves at the sight of my body stretched and sinuous. I felt terribly naughty and, as I was asked to change poses, gebze escort I let my legs drift apart as I turned, briefly giving them a full frontal of my pussy lips.

I saw an eyebrow twitch but that was it. There was the usual mass of clicking as they took the required shot. Then that was it for another week. By now, of course, we had had two weeks of conversation and got to know each other so I got up and, still naked, walked amongst the cameramen to get a cup of coffee and admire their (camera) equipment. After my earlier prank I wasn’t in any particular hurry to get away – I felt like teasing them a bit longer.

One or two left quite quickly and left me with just five photographers. I asked how many different poses they could take before they ran out and was met with a barrage of technical answers about lighting and film. Ugh! “You’re never tempted to take naughty shots like in the men’s magazines then?” I asked.

I was met by a horrified look from two of them and an expression as if I’d been sacrilegious. But the others grinned and admitted they’d love to but had never had the courage to ask a model to pose that way. It would have been too easy to volunteer now! I decided to prolong their misery and said simply “Oh.”

I finished my coffee and strolled away from them to get dressed – making sure that my hips rolled in what I hoped was a tempting way. As I was again walked to my car my escort – in as calm a voice as I think he could find – asked if I could stay for an extra hour the next week… at overtime rates of course! “Yes, of course”, I replied innocently, although both of us knew that it would be far from innocent!

The next week, the usual three hours of impersonal poses passed very slowly. I behaved myself but all the time was wondering what sort of display would be called for later and my tits spent most of the evening taut and prominent as a result. At ten o’clock, Alan, the one that had walked me out last week, spoke to me quietly and explained that “only a few of gümüşhane escort them” would be staying for the extra hour, by which I understood that the rest hadn’t been told that things would get a bit hotter. I drank my coffee slowly, watching who was leaving and who was packing up very slowly. Eventually only the five that had shared our conversation the last week were left. One went and locked the door and Alan said “We’d like to show you something.” With that he took out a number of top shelf magazines from his bag and showed me where he’d put little post-its in.

We started at the first one where the model was bending over with her back to the camera, her straight legs framing her pussy lips while she peeked round and pouted at the camera. Then, other poses followed. What surprised – and disappointed me was that I felt just as impersonal about these new poses as I had about the “artistic” ones.

Then, after about forty minutes, the guys were discussing the next pose so I idly picked up one of the magazines and started to read the confessions section. BLOODY HELL! My nips thrust upwards, my fanny contracted and I started tingling all over. Then, in the midst of my reverie, I was asked to take up the next pose. As they sat me down facing the camera I decided that a bit of “free expression” was in order. I said:

“Look, this is all a bit dull for me. I’ve been looking at some of those pictures. Why don’t I just move about and you snap away as I do. You’ll get more variety and I won’t get bored.”

There was a general murmur and a few shrugged shoulders and I moved to the radio/tape player and turned up the smoochy tape that one of the lads had put on. Then I went back to the podium and stood there in the middle.

Slowly, I spread my feet apart. I ran my hands up my hips and tummy, pushing my boobs upward as I rolled my nipples in my fingers then letting my breasts bounce clear as I threw my head back, my lips slightly apart and my eyes smouldering at the cameras.

This izmir escort was more like it! I ran my hands up though my long hair, holding it above my head as I turned my body to the left and right. Then, sinking to my knees, I leaned back so that my hair hung down behind me and my breasts pointed up to the ceiling, my mons proud between my thighs. Slowly, I spread my thighs apart and ran my hand down my belly towards my pubic hair. It’s at this point that the poses became even too much for those magazines.

I was well gone now; I ran my fingers deep into my bush, my other hand coming up to cup my left breast. I pushed my thighs further apart so that the cameras could see my fingers working my labia.

Grabbing a large cushion, I leaned back, slipped my legs from under me and placed my feet wide apart and flat on the floor. I leaned hard on my shoulders, raising my bottom off the floor as I stirred my finger into the syrup of my vagina. I moved my other hand down and, holding my lips apart, slowly inserted the fore and index fingers of my right hand into my gushing fanny. Slowly, at first, I pushed in and withdrew, rubbing my clitoris back and forth. Then, as I closed my eyes and licked my lips, I increased my pace. I thought about my audience, imagined their erections and heard the frenetic clicking of shutters and I managed to bring myself off.

My hips bucked and I cried out, thrusting my fist as far up me as it would go. Then, as I came out of my reverie, I heard the odd click of a shutter as the guys moved around me taking shots of my glowing, trembling body.

I opened my eyes and looked up – straight into a lens as it clicked. I grinned; “That alright then?” I asked huskily. My answer was a block booking for the next two months!

I know it’s going to go further. I just can’t help it; I need something new to turn me on. I want them to photo me being fucked. I once saw close up pictures of a penis entering a cunt and I want to do that; I just don’t know a man who will volunteer to have his prick on film.

Incidentally, don’t be concerned about Dave. He gets wonderful sex when I get home. I have a quick swill of gin as I arrive home and blame my sexed up state on the booze. He now actively encourages me to go out on a Thursday night!

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Kelly was at home. She was sitting at her desk, laptop in front of her, the blue light from the screen illuminating her naked body.

The large dildo was buried deep inside her pussy. She was gently grinding her hips trying to get more friction. There was a sheen of sweat covering her skin; each of her nipples pinched by a little metal clip, and the clips connected together by a metal chain. Sometimes, she would pull on the chain causing herself to moan.

On the laptop screen was hardcore porn. Fake moaning sounds emanated from the speakers filling the little room. The girl on the screen was in a large gangbang. Cock after cock was fucking her every hole. When one cock would finish, another would immediately take its place.

A guy on the screen slapped the girls tits. Kelly emulated the action, slapping her own, while muttering “dirty whore” to herself.

The girl on the screen moaned, but the sound came out muffled because of the cock fucking her mouth.

“Needy cunt” muttered Kelly while furiously rubbing her clit.

She was so close, but just couldn’t get there. She felt her mind starting to wonder, her peak slipping.

“Fuck.”

She glanced at the time dejectedly. It was almost 1am.

She still hadn’t orgasmed. She glanced one last time at the screen. The girl was sandwiched between two guys as they thrusted into her ass and pussy. The guy in her mouth pulled out and was currently jerking his cock aiming at the girl’s open mouth. She was smiling.

Kelly dejectedly closed the laptop screen plunging her little room into silence and darkness. She slowly got up and pulled the vibrator out. It was covered in her juices. She then removed the nipples clamps and rubbed her tits as the blood rushed back in.

“If she fell asleep immediately, she could get 5 solid hours,” she reasoned.

She slept naked, tossing and turning, hardcore porn images flooding into her dreams. She woke up drenched in sweat, covers thrown off, her hand between her legs, still horny and needy.

She went through her morning routine, and finally stood naked in front of her closet considering her options.

Today was an important day. This was her second year with the Firm. She was finally given a chance to work on a project for a top client. If she did well, this would be her ticket to a promotion, no more crap projects, no more long hours for bullshit pay.

Today she would be meeting the team that she will spend the next 2 months slaving together. Today was the start of the project.

She looked at the dark blue pant suite.

“Power woman look” thought Kelly.

But that felt wrong. She didn’t feel like a testosterone fueled power woman. She was thinking of something cute, and a bit sexy, but still professional. She was young, not like some old hag, and definitely not a woman pretending to be a man, so why not dress to impress.

She selected a dress. It wasn’t too sexy, but way better than power pants. The dress had shoulder straps under which she could hide her bra straps, and a row of buttons going all the way down. The dress was about mid thigh length. Nothing too scandalous, but still showed quite a bit of leg. The outfit paired with pretty shoes, a little hill but again nothing too crazy.

She paired the dress with a sexy light yellow lingerie set. The bottoms was a mesh thong with pretty flowers, and matching low cut bra that just covered her nipples.

Finally dressed, she checked herself in the mirror She opened the top two buttons on the dress, showing just a bit more her bosom, and a button on the bottom for a little extra leg.

Once at the office, she found the conference room. She was the last to arrive. There were 3 guys already sitting at the table and one other girl, Jennifer, wearing a dark blue pant suite.

“Of course, Jennifer was here,” thought Kelly. Her and Jennifer started at the Firm the same day, and were unofficially frenemies, competing for the same promotion.

“Typical, so much for sisterhood” she thought.

She recognized the guys too. Mike was the team lead. She met with him when he was considering who to select for the project. Frank, was in sales. And the other guy, Peter, seemed like he was from IT.

“Kelly, come in. Good, we are finally all here.”

“Cute dress” whispered Jennifer.

“Bitch. Cute dress like a high school girl, not cute dress like a professional woman” thought Kelly.

“Thanks.”

“I personally selected each of you because you are the best. I know each of you will put in 110% to make this project a success. Each of us has a different role to play in the team, but we will all deliver as a team.”

Mike went on like that for another 15 minutes, platitudes around team work, the importance of client focused delivery, and what success means.

Kelly shifted in her seat. It’s only after sitting down did Kelly realize that perhaps this dress was not an ideal work outfit. A lot more of her leg was on display. It didn’t help that the table was all transparent glass. She noticed a few of the guys glancing kırşehir escort at her legs and even caught Mike checking her out.

“Kelly?!” said Mike.

“Yes” she responded a bit panicky realizing that she stopped listening and missed what he said.

“I know it’s early, and none of us had coffee yet. But, I expect everyone to stay focused and pay attention.”

“Sorry.”

“What I said was that the last person to arrive will bring everyone coffee.”

It took Kelly a moment to realize that he meant her. She was supposed to get everyone coffee.

“Of course, yes.”

Kelly quickly collected everyone’s coffee preferences. She walked over to the kitchen and poured everyone a cup; making sure to remember everyone’s specific preferences around milk and sugar, and the damn Jennifer’s request for almond milk.

“I have a damn MBA, and I am making coffee,” thought Kelly angrily.

“Next time don’t be late,” she admonished herself.

Drinks on a tray like a waiter, Kelly walked back into the conference room, being careful to not spill. She walked next to each person and put their drink in front of them.

Frank was the last one. Instead of walking all the way around the table, she just reached across the long conference table to hand him the drink. She immediately realized the problem, but it was too late. She had two buttons undone, and as she was leaning over, he had a clear view down her shirt.

“Oops, sorry” Kelly apologized as she gave him the drink.

Frank just smiled, while Kelly quickly returned to her seat embarrassed.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Everyone put in a full days work, and even had lunch at their desks.

Kelly kept catching guys staring at her legs, especially when she would cross and uncross them. It gave her a bit of a thrill knowing how much impact she was having.

When the day was finally over, Mike suggested they all go out as a team, get a few drinks, learn about each other.

“A strong team is one that works together and plays together,” he said.

At the bar, everyone had a great time. Mike kept buying all the rounds, and they even did shots.

“It’s important to have a work life balance. How about we each go around and say something personal,” said Mike.

Frank said that he was taking piano classes and it was helping him build up his finger muscles. He was grinning like he just said a dirty joke.

Jennifer said that she hasn’t dated much because she is focused on her career.

“Damn Jennifer turning everything into a competition,” thought Kelly.

It was Kelly’s turn. She mulled over what to say. She needed something that would show Mike that she was also career focused, but maybe add some personal touch too. Being horny and drunk wasn’t helping her think straight thou.

“My old boyfriend used to be commanding and I liked it,” she finally said.

Everyone laughed. It was only after she said it did she realize how it sounded.

“Well, with that attitude I think you will be a great member on the team” Mike finally said smiling.

They had a few more rounds and Kelly’s embarrassing slip-up forgotten.

Frank kept making raunchy jokes and sexy innuendoes. But they were like teenage boy antiques, and everyone just laughed at his crude jokes.

“Kelly, I bet I can guess the color of your bra,” Frank wagered.

“It’s yellow. We’ve all seen it,” interrupted Jennifer.

Everyone seemed to involuntarily look at Kelly’s chest. Kelly herself looked down. Her bra was showing. The third button seemed to have accidentally got undone.

“Oops” said Kelly, as everyone else laughed.

“Leave it, you look cute” said Jennifer just as Kelly was about fix it.

It was so sexy to comply. Kelly put her hands back down without buttoning the third button, her face flushed red.

Jennifer smiled, and then reached out, and unbuttoned another button.

“Even cuter.”

With the fourth button, a good portion of Kelly’s pretty bra was now exposed.

“I bet your panties are yellow, too” bellowed Frank and slammed a $20 on the table.

Peter rummaged through his wallet, took a $10 bill and laid it on the table.

“This is all I got. I think red. I don’t think they are matching set.”

“She is not wearing any panties,” said Jennifer with a wicked smile on her face.

“All the bets are in” announced Mike like he was a dealer in the casino.

“Whoever guesses correctly wins the pot.”

“What do I get?! They are my panties,” said Kelly laughing.

“How about if no one wins, you get the money. But if someone wins, you still get the money, but they get your panties,” proposed Jennifer.

“Great deal,” agreed Frank.

“Seems fair,” agreed Mike.

The thrill and the excitement was going to Kelly’s head. She could see the pure lust in everyone’s eyes. It was all so hot, and crazy. She was the center of attention. She didn’t want to let them down and ruin the energy.

“Deal.”

She was so caught up in the excitement, she didn’t think malatya escort about the fact that Frank had already guessed the color correctly. It was only after she agreed did she realize the problem.

“My panties are orange. So, you all loose” she announced while reaching for the money.

“Wait. I trust you, but you have to prove it. Ronald Regan used to have this saying, trust but verify,” said Mike.

“Shit” thought Kelly. Not only does she now have to expose her panties, she might actually need to take them off, and worst yet, she was caught lying to her co-workers.

Kelly thought for a moment if there was a way out. Not finding one, she then thought of how to actually show her co-workers her panties without exposing herself, and if she was lucky in the dark bar, they might not be able to tell the color.

Showing her butt was not an option with a tiny thong. She’d have to expose her whole ass and even then in the dark bar, no one would see anything. So, it would have to be her front. The dress was also a problem. If this was a skirt, she could just maybe push it down a little and show the top of the panties. Can’t do that with a dress. So she’ll have to unbutton some buttons in the front, high enough for the panties to be visible, which is damn high.

Kelly started to slowly unbutton the buttons. One was already open, she opened another, and then another, until almost all the way to her waist. She held the dress closed with her hand. Keeping one hand covering her panties, she slowly moved one side of the dress out, until her panties were partially in view.

“Yellow. I knew it. I won,” exclaimed Frank.

“Fuck.”

“Let’s have them,” said Frank, while holding out his hand.

Kelly slipped her panties off, being careful to keep the dress down, and not expose herself. She stepped out of them, and handed them to Frank, not meeting his eyes as she did it.

“They are soaking wet.”

“Well, she did say she likes being told what to do,” said Jennifer smirking.

“Kelly, we actually have problem,” said Mike in a serious tone.

“You lied to us, and that’s very serious. As a team, that’s not how we operate. Complete honesty is the hallmark of a strong team. I know it was embarrassing and that’s why you lied. But telling the truth regardless of consequence is the ideal we need to strive for.”

“How about each team member spanks her naked ass” proposed Jennifer jokingly.

Mike seemed to seriously consider it.

“It would be extremely embarrassing to have your co-workers slap your bare ass. But lying about an embarrassing situation is what got you into this quandary in the first place. Integrity is so critical. I just don’t see how someone that’s willing to compromise on their integrity can be in the team.”

Mike paused for a moment, and then continued.

“We’ve all been drinking and this is your first red card. I am willing to forget it if you go through with the spanking and hopefully learn the lesson that the consequences of lying are always worse.”

Wide eyed, everyone was now starring at Kelly to see how she responds.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to lie. It was stupid and it won’t happen again. It was just so embarrassing to take my panties off, and I thought, it would be a little white lie.”

Kelly looked around. They were in a public bar in one of the corner tables.

“But, I mean how?!”

“We are going to do this like we would run any project – as a team. Kelly bend over the stool, ass facing the wall.”

He spoke fast and direct, exactly how he would have done in any scenario where he had to give orders.

“Team, stand around in a semi-circle. We’ll rotate responsibility, while one person spanks, the rest provide cover. I’ll go first.”

Kelly was on autopilot. She leaned over the stool like Mike commanded facing all her co-workers.

Mike walked behind her. She felt him slowly pull the dress up to her waist. Moments later she felt his hand on her naked ass softly squeezing. The hand withdrew, and then the next moment she felt the first spank. Mike had strength. It was a hard, clean spank and very loud. Kelly looked around in panic but the background noise of the bar was too loud for the sound to travel outside of their little circle. Mike gave her a few more hard spanks before announcing he was done.

Peter was next. He gave her a few quick weak spanks.

Frank went next. She felt both of his hands on her ass, squeezing like Mike, but harder, and cruder. She then felt him spreading her ass cheeks. From his vintage, he would have a perfect view of her little asshole and completely bald pussy.

She felt like he kept her spread open for a long time, but it was probably just a few seconds. She could imagine Frank’s hesitation, wanting to fuck her with his fingers, but maybe being worried that it would be like sexual harassment. His hands withdrew. Kelly sucked in her breath in anticipation of his fingers inside her, but disappointedly she felt the slaps on her ass instead. He slapped her a few niğde escort times, and then was done.

Jennifer stepped behind her next. This was peak humiliation for Kelly. This morning Kelly and Jennifer were equals and now Kelly is bent over a stool with her naked ass up, and Jennifer is about to spank her like some naughty little girl.

Kelly’s was waiting for the spanks, but instead she felt two fingers slide deep inside her pussy. She was so wet, Jennifer’s fingers slide all the way in with no friction at all. Kelly tried to suppress a moan. She looked up at the faces of her co-workers watching her. She couldn’t tell if they knew that Jennifer had her fingers inside her. She felt the fingers start to slowly thrust in and out, and at the same time she felt the slaps on her ass. Jennifer was finger fucking her with one hand, and spank her ass with the other.

It felt like longer than all the men, maybe even longer than all the men combined. Eventually Jennifer stopped.

Kelly stood up, wobbly on her feet, and clumsily pulled the dress back down.

“You did great. It takes a lot of grit to face your mistakes and a lot of integrity to accept the punishment. Great job Kelly” said Mike.

Jennifer made eye contact with Kelly, gave her a wink, and then slowly licked one of her fingers. Kelly could only guess that it was the finger that was inside her moments ago, no doubt covered in her juices.

Mike raised his drink – “To Kelly. She made a mistake but like a trooper she took her dues.”

Everyone raised their own drinks and joined in the congratulatory toast – yelling phrases like “Great Job” and “Way to Go.”

Kelly was too horny to think straight. The spanking, the exposure and the humiliation unleashed some internal crazed lust. This was addictive and she was soaking wet. She realized that the last time she even remotely felt like this was when she first discovered porn – the sheer profanity of it all was like a wall of lust that washed over her. She felt like that now – like she discovered something amazing and needed more of it.

Everyone else moved on to some riveting conversation about some office gossip.

Her little yellow thong was right there on the table in plain sight. Frank left it there after showing everyone how wet she was.

Maybe sensing that Kelly was staring at her panties. He reached out, and rubbed them between his fingers, and then gave her a wink.

“Kelly?!” said Mike loudly.

“Sorry, I was a little lost in thought. What was the question?”

“We were discussing how we can increase productivity. We all agreed that stress was the major cause of loss of productivity. Do you agree?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I guess people don’t think straight when they are horny. Shit. Sorry, I mean when they are stressed” blurted Kelly, face flushed from her slip up.

“Right, I guess being horny will also make people less focused” said Mike laughing.

“Alright team. I think its time I call it quits. I recommend you do the same. We all have a full day tomorrow.”

Mike walked up to each person and professionally shook their hand, even Jennifer got a professional hand shake. Kelly was last. Instead of shaking her hand, Mike pulled her into a hug, his hand low on Kelly’s back as he pushed her against his body.

“You did great today” he whispered into her ear.

“All right. I’ll see all of you tomorrow.”

Peter was next. He gave her an awkward hug, thanked her and left.

Only Frank and Jennifer were left.

Frank was next. He pulled Kelly into a hug, pressing her body against his. He was hard, and she immediately felt his hard cock pressed against her. The next thing she felt was her dress being pulled up, and his hands squeezing her naked ass, inches from her pussy.

“You pussy smells delicious” Frank whispered to her.

After a few more ass squeezes, he finally let he go, waved goodbye and, still grinning, left.

Kelly was left in a horny daze. Most of her dress was unbuttoned. Her bra fully on display, and part her dark areolas peaking out above the bra that somehow got askew.

“You got used pretty hard today. Let me give you a ride home” said Jennifer.

She took Kelly by the hand and led her out of the bar and to her car.

“You’re a slut” said Jennifer without preamble when the girls settled-in inside the car.

“I am not” responded Kelly defensively.

“You were soaking wet back there, and you’re soaking wet now.”

Jennifer had the car moving now, focused on getting them out of the parking lot and on their way.

Kelly stayed quite.

After a few minutes of quite, Jennifer continued.

“Do you want to fuck Mike?”

“No.”

“I bet you want to fuck Frank. Be honest. I saw your face when Frank had his hands on your ass. I bet you wanted him to finger bang you like a needy slut. Maybe you wanted to be stripped naked and tagged teamed by Mike and Frank. I bet you want to have Mike’s cock balls deep inside your needy pussy.”

The girls rode in silence for a few minutes, each reflecting.

“Listen to me carefully. I worked really fucking hard to get to the position I have. And I didn’t do it with my legs up and my tits out. I am going to get the promotion by being good at my job, and not by being a whore” said Jennifer matter-of-factly.

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As the sunlight peeked into her room, Amara woke up to the beeping of her alarm at 5 a.m. She stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of her sheets against her skin. She looks at the other side of her bed and finds the other side to be empty reminding her that her husband, Abhay, is still not home. Being married to a navy officer for almost 5 years, has its own charm like a big house, house help, driver, car, etc, but it also brings in the loneliness for the partner. Since Abhay has to be away quite often due to the nature of his profession, Amara tries to keep herself busy with household work, social worker activities, getting together with her friends and sometimes, making new acquaintances. Being away from her husband also means to compromise on her carnal desires. Amara loves Abhay to the end of the moon but she knows that she has needs and she need to sate them to remain sane.

Rising from the bed, Amara’s eyes, the colour of deep, rich coffee, fluttered open. She noticed the full length mirror right next to her bed, offering a full-body view. Sunlight reflected off the smooth, dark tones of her skin, the creamy satin of her chemise catching the light in a way that sent shivers down her spine. Sleep had loosened the delicate straps, revealing the curvaceous mounds of her breasts, their fullness straining playfully against the confines of the fabric, creating a hint of the outline of her 32Ds. The curve of her hip dipped slightly as she bent and reached for her robe, briefly allowing her breasts to dangle in all its glory. Donning her robe, she walked towards the bathroom with her hips — full and rounded beneath the flimsy satin — swaying gently. Turning on the faucet, the cool water woke her up completely and she immediately knew, what she has to do in the gym today – it was the legs day.

Coming back to her room after the shower, she discarded the chemise wondering why did she put it on in the first place. She opened her closet and browsing through her collection, she opted for a pair of high-waisted, breathable leggings in a deep teal colour and a cropped sports bra in a crisp white. Standing in front of mirror again, stark naked, she noticed her pubic hair above her vagina and thought to herself – “I should have shaved them, but maybe next time?”. Transfixed with self admiration, she felt this is the best shape she has achieved in her lifetime. “I am 29, and I need to keep in shape…..for myself and for Abhay”.

The result of months of regular exercise and balanced diet were clearly visible. A thought glanced over her mind and her sensuous lips had a mild smile. She reached out for the side drawer of the bed and took out the almost real cock shaped dildo. This was an alternative to sate her carnal desires. Abhay, when at home, would not leave Amara craving. He would make lover to her whenever opportunity arises. She felt blessed to be married to him. Normally, she would keep it hidden in her cupboard under stacks of her sarees but right now, while Abhay not being here, she could freely keep it in plain sight in side drawer. Her gaze fixed at the tip of the dildo, she smiles and blushes at the same time. She gets a tingling feeling between her legs and her other hand, on its own, make its way to her craving vagina.

A sudden sound from the kitchen breaks her trance. “That must be Murli in the kitchen…..damn it!! Another minute of two and I would have been on my way to ecstasy but looks like I need to wait” trabzon escort – she thinks. Realising that enough time has passed, she kisses the dildo and replace it back into the drawer and starts putting on her selected attire. A quick look towards the mirror to check her hair and all, she finally covers her top with a loosely fitting green hoodie hanging on the side of the mirror. This and couple of more hoodies, is what she wears almost every day to the gym.

The gym was buzzed with the collective energy of the early risers. The air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and determination, a familiar melody to Amara’s ears. Glancing around, she spots few familiar faces who are regular to the gym. She finds her trainer – Sheeba, near the water station. They meet and talk about the exercises for the day. Since it has been quite a while for Amara working out, she barely need any help from the trainer. She walks to her locker and thinks “Why did Murli always have to be on time? Since tomorrow is an off day, I could give him an off tomorrow. The butterflies in my tummy and the burning sensation in my pussy would not go away like this. Ok Amara, now that things are planned out…..lets ace the gym today!!”.

Finally ready, warming up with a series of lunges and squats, Amara felt a familiar fire ignite in her core. Today’s leg day was an assault course — weighted squats that sent a satisfying burn through her quads, lunges that tested her balance and stability, and leg presses that pushed her muscles to their limit. Between sets, Amara caught glimpses of herself in the mirrored walls. She was one of the gym members with the best body, especially among females. Looking at her figure and her training regime, no one could guess easily that she is married. Finally, after an hour of relentless exertion, Amara collapsed onto a yoga mat, her chest heaving, legs trembling. But even in exhaustion, she felt a sense of victory. She had conquered leg day. After having a bit of water, she starts walking on the treadmill to relax. Suddenly, a soft voice broke through Amara’s concentration. “You just killed it with those exercises today.” Amara turned to see a young man standing. He couldn’t have been much older than maybe twenty or twenty one, good general physique, a nervous blush creeping up his neck that clashed with his bright blue official gym shirt indicating that he was one of the trainers. But Amara had never seen him before here. “Thanks,” she replied, offering a friendly smile. “It’s just leg day routine.”

“Right, leg day…….I am Ravi, by the way, I have joined as a new trainer here from today.” Amara’s smile widened. “Nice to meet you, Ravi, how is your first day treating you?”

“Not bad to be honest. This is my first job hence I came in early today to familiarise myself with the folks and the equipments. By the way, I must confess and please don’t take me in the wrong manner, but I have never seen any female working out so dedicatedly. Judging from your physique, I could make out that you are really serious about your workout regime.” – said Ravi, while being amazed by Amara’s radiance.

“Yeah, I try and keep myself in shape. But I was not always like this. You would not believe if I showed you how I looked back in college.” – Amara responded confidently.

“Wait a second!! Are you telling me that you are not a college girl!!??” – Ravi was now bowled over even more.

Due to Ravi’s innocence, Amara tunceli escort blushed a bit and responded – “Well of course I am not a college girl anymore. Now either you are being genuine or you are making fun of me, which one is it Ravi?” Amara, regaining back her strength and breath from the heavy exercise, asked him mischievously.

“Oh no!!…….I genuinely thought that you would be a college girl. Your skin is so radiant and your body shape……” and Ravi stopped there.

“Come on……don’t leave me hanging…..don’t you know it is bad manners to leave a woman in the middle while appreciating her??” Amara teased Ravi.

Ravi hesitated for a bit and said while blushing “Toned and curvy – your body frame I mean. You could easily be a model since this combination is hard to achieve and maintain.”

Amara felt happy and blushed slightly. She is used to getting appreciations only from Abhay. But now a guy, quite younger than her, is complimenting her. Sheeba then chimes in “Amara Ma’am!! I see that you two are already acquainted. Good!! That saves me some time. Starting today, Ravi will be your trainer. Since you are already an ace member, you hardly need much help. So it would be a good starting point for Ravi.”

Sheeba then faced towards Ravi “Since you are new here, we would assign only 1 or 2 members to you to get you started here and learn the ropes. Please pay attention to Amara Ma’am. She is one of our dedicated members and I do not want to get any complaint from her. 1 complaint from her and I am afraid but you would be out.”

Ravi, lost his cool and said nervously “I will do my best Sheeba Ma’am. I too agree with you that Amara Ma’am does not need any help and I have already seen her working out, she is an ideal.”

Sheeba retired to her office leaving Ravi and Amara alone. Amara, after listening to all the conversation between Sheeba and Ravi, got an idea which made her smile in a naughty manner. She unzipped 1/4th of her hoodie’s zip from the top and said “Well Ravi…..looks like I would be your boss for now. I am quite a demanding woman so you better not slack off.” She said it in a flirtatious way to Ravi.

Ravi, trying to understand what was going on simply replies – “I would not fail you Amara Ma’am. I am happy that I have been paired up with you. I look forward to learning a great deal from you.”

“Oh really??” Amara stopped the treadmill and bent over the side rails of the machine while facing him. Ravi could not believe his eyes and his luck. He could see inside her hoodie. It was not too clear, but he could make out the sweat that Amara had built up and her white sports bra was now wet giving him an outline of her breasts and her nipples. His gaze transfixed, Amara felt hot and a bit hornier as well. She could feel her crotch getting slightly wet. But finding that she could make a young man stop and gawk at her made her feel wanted. She stood back up straight breaking Ravi’s daze and said “Well….could you help me a bit with stretching? My arms have been killing me for some time now.”

Ravi, gaining back his composure, responded “Surely ma’am. Please come this way.” He pointed to the yoga room which was empty, thinking that he would get to spend some lonely time with Amara and it would also be easier for her to stretch freely.

Getting into the yoga room, which was at one corner of the floor, Amara stood at one side waiting for Ravi to assist. “You uşak escort would need to take the hoodie off so that I could assist with proper pressure at the right spot” – said Ravi. Amara felt an electric charge running from her bottom to her head. Never had she undone her hoodie in the gym. But since today was special, and she had already given Ravi a small show, she thought to take it a bit further to make his day. She unzipped and hung her hoodie in one corner. Now in bright light, Ravi could make out Amara’s sensuous figure even in more detail. He could now also make out Amara’s big nipples that were straining against her wet sports bra. It was a dream come true scene for her. Amara, feeling a bit flushed, while exposing herself to a man other than her husband, could see that Ravi was interested and he wanted more. She said “Ravi……shall we begin?” She sat down in front of Ravi to give him ample view of her cleavage.

“Yes ma’am!!” – said Ravi and got behind her helping her pull her arms in various directions. Every time he stretched her arm, he could see even more inside her sports bra. “This is real!! She is like a super model and I am getting to see her and touch her. This is surreal!!” Thought Ravi while helping her out. Amara, all knowing about what was happening, was enjoying this. This was a new experience for her, but she did not feel much guilt of doing this behind Abhay’s back. “Its just a tease…..well maybe a bit more than a tease. But God!! I love it!! I wonder……” she thought and turned a bit to notice that Ravi had a hard-on. Seeing an actual hard-on after a long time, she wanted to grab his crotch and rub it. There was a small patch of wetness on at the edge where his dick ended. She could feel her juices flowing and making her panties wet. Anymore of it and her juices would have started to seep out of her pants. She regained control on herself and said “Thanks Ravi!! I am feeling much better. Its about time and I have another “appointment” to follow”. She got up and donned her hoodie back on.

Gaining back his composure and hoping that Amara had not noticed his hard-on, Ravi said – “Ma’am, I am glad to be of help. Also, since I am your trainer now, I would be required to have your number as per the policy. We could be in touch that way to set up schedules and in case if you need some help.”

“Of course……..you are pretty handy and I am sure that I would need much help from you soon enough” – said Amara, again in a naughty way while glancing over Ravi’s hard-on. They exchanged numbers and Amara went back to her car to drive back home…….the last 15 minutes were pretty intense and flushed her out much more than her workout today. She could not believe that this fun teasing of hers would make her so horny. She asked herself if she has betrayed Abhay, but all she could think about was Ravi’s hard-on and the small wet patch on his pants. At the same time, Ravi could not believe his luck based on today’s events. He went to the washroom and took out his dick. It was harder than ever before, and the pre cum just did not stop flowing out. He grabbed his dick and jerked off for around 15 mins. Readjusting his dick in his pants, Ravi eagerly awaited for Amara to be back at the gym.

Amara, being alone in the car, took out her phone and called Murli and said “Murli, since there is not enough work today, and tomorrow is a relaxing schedule, take the day off. Ask Govind (driver) as well to take the day off. Come back the day after on your regular routine.”

The only “appointment” that Amara wanted to attend was to pound her wet and burning pussy with the dildo in her side drawer……..no distractions, but only bliss.

— To be continued

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Author’s note:

This story is fiction; all characters and situations are fictional and any relationship they may bear to any living or dead person is purely coincidental.

This is part 3 of a series which is better understood if Parts 1 and 2 are read first, but that is not essential.

The practises and behaviors of people in this story are not meant as examples for real life and are neither recommended nor necessarily condoned by the author.

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I held onto the bar above my head as Megan pulled on the laces of my brand new corset. While my waist had been a trim 26 inches while I was waiting tables a few weeks ago, it had expanded due to too little exercise and when Megan measured it this morning it was 28. I grunted as I felt the silky fabric press against those 28 inches, edging them smaller. I had tried Gloria’s corset again since my first trial and was pleased with how it had looked on me, but I had been so looking forward to having my own so I could wear it for longer periods of time and allow it to train my waist, as I also trained it to fit me perfectly.

I felt Megan take in more slack on the laces, my abdomen being reshaped into a trimmer figure, the excess fleshiness seeming to squeeze onto my hips and into my breasts. I imagined what Stan would think of my new figure, how I would feel about the new me when I looked in the mirror and also how wonderful love making would be when Stan’s huge hard cock entered me while I wore the constricting corset. I shivered involuntarily with excitement.

“Nearly there,” said Megan as she tied off the upper laces. “There’s about half an inch separation at top and bottom, which will close as your tissue repositions itself, and about one and a half inches in the middle, so you will be able to use this corset for a while, gradually tightening it to contract your waist. It should last you a few months depending on how serious you are about increasing the tension. After that we’ll measure you again for a smaller corset so you will be able to shrink your waist even more. I understand a 21 inch is next and then a 17 inch, so we’ll see how you go.”

“I’d really like to get down to a 15 inch if possible,” I gasped as she pulled still tighter on the lower laces.

“Yes, well, we’ll see about that when the time comes. Maybe we’ll do a 20 inch then a 16 inch if this all goes well. Fifteen, or even 16 inches of constriction could cause serious internal organ repositioning which may not be in your best interests. Time will tell. Right now you need to wear this one and allow your body to begin the adjustment process,” cautioned Megan. “I suggest at first that you wear it for about eight hours a day, then you can step that up slowly until you’re wearing it for 16 hours. It’s important to allow your body some time for the skin to breathe otherwise it can cause skin irritations and you can become unwell.”

Megan tied off the lower laces and I let go of the bar, standing and feeling how my first corset felt on me. I walked over to a mirror and looked at the gorgeous woman looking back at me. I placed my hands on my waist and checked how far I needed to go before my fingers touched; a long way it seemed, but that was my goal. Megan watched me closely.

“Walk about a bit and feel how that feels. Sometimes if it is too tight too soon you can feel some instability in your hip movement, in which case it’s best to loosen the corset slightly and work up to that size a little slower.”

I walked around and everything felt reasonably normal, so we were both pleased with that.

“Right, so you can now dress and you’re good to go.”

What did I want to wear, I wondered to myself.

“What would you recommend wearing over this corset?” I asked Megan.

“Well, you could wear the clothes you came in, but I guess you want to show it off, eh. Come with me and see what we can find.”

I stuffed my street clothes into my bag and followed her to the elevator, travelling to the first floor which I remembered was the warehouse.

“It depends where you want to wear your corset. For normal street wear I suggest you need a small bra and some panties, covered by a normal dress. If you’re into a bedroom scene then maybe a nippleless bra or just a shelf bra would be suitable, with a G string and or suspender belt and stockings. If you’re going out for the evening and need semi-formal wear you could wear a bolero top which would cover your shoulders and breasts and come down just below the top of your corset, then you could wear a skirt from your waist down, with or without undergarments, leaving your corset visible from your hips to the bottom of the bolero. But of course if you wanted to wear a full dress that’s also fine. This one does not have a modesty panel at the back as that can tend to bunch up, so unless it’s tightly closed your spine will be visible. So a bolero top and skirt would give you quite a risqué look and would be certain to turn a few male heads.”

I looked down at the pale van escort peach coloured satin of the corset, thinking it would be a pity to cover that up, and browsed the catalogue rather than walking the miles of shelving, selecting a matching bolero top and a black skirt. Megan retrieved these from the shelves and helped me into them. I looked at myself in a mirror and adjusted the top so it showed a bit more cleavage.

“That looks fine to me,” I said to Megan, “Thank you for your time and expertise. Now to go and surprise Stan.”

We travelled together in the public elevator to the top floor then used Megan’s door to enter Stan’s office. He was seated at his desk poring over paperwork and looked up as the door opened, then stood and came to greet me with a kiss before holding me at arm’s length and looking me up and down.

“Wow! You look scrumptious; good enough to eat,” he enthused. “Did Megan sort out this outfit for you?”

“She suggested the concept and I selected the items. We make a good team it seems.”

“Yes, you do,” replied Stan thoughtfully. “Anyway, what’s under it? Something exciting, I have no doubt.”

“Well, it’s a case of what you see is what you get,” I replied with a grin.

“You’re joking! Aren’t you?”

Stan reached under my short skirt, feeling for panties and came away with damp fingers. He then peered inside my bolero top, pulling it aside gently until he’d uncovered my nipple, and let out a low whistle.

“You’re not joking. Well, I think this needs a bit more investigation, don’t you Megan? Would like to assist us please.”

Megan, Stan and I walked over to the couch on the far wall. This couch was against the landscape window which looked out across the city to the mountains beyond. It gave a feeling of open exposure, as though you could see the whole world — and they could all see you. Stan sat on the couch leaving Megan and I standing facing the couch and window.

“Megan, can you strip this luscious creature out of everything except her corset please?” requested Stan.

Megan did this, slowly and lovingly removing the two items of clothing so recently donned and draping them over a chair. Once I stood corseted and otherwise naked before Stan, he reached out and indicated that I should spread my legs. Once they were wide apart he ran his fingers through my sopping trench, then smelt them before licking them clean of my juices.

“Mmmm, you smell and taste delicious. Can you please strip Megan now, darling.”

I was overjoyed to have the pleasure of doing this and slowly, carefully and sexily stripped her of all her clothing, leaving her standing naked and beautiful alongside me. I felt very exposed and guessed Megan felt even more exposed as we stood in front of the clear glass for the entire world to see, should they choose to look.

“Thank you, sweethearts,” said Stan, “Mandy, please lie on your back on the couch with your ass on the edge and feet spread widely on the floor.”

I positioned myself, my open pussy being lifted upwards by my position, an offering to both Megan and Stan. I briefly wondered who would be first to sample my tasty morsel.

“Megan, can you please eat Mandy to orgasm.”

Megan knelt between my legs and grinned at me as she licked her lips in obvious delight at having such a sweet feast to sample. She lowered her mouth to my pussy, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling on all my tender juicy offerings so openly displayed. I glanced at Stan and noticed that his eyes were glued to the scene before him, his hand gently stroking his huge exposed cock. Oh how I wanted that inside me right now. The thought of it nestling so tightly inside my wide open love tunnel, of the sensations I would feel as it moved back and forth inside me, stimulating my millions of nerve endings and sending wonderfully sensuous feelings through my body, sent shivers down my spine, causing the soles of my feet and palms of my hands to tingle, jolting me towards my inevitable orgasm. I was aware of how close I was, of my panting, my inability to control the shudders of delight pulsing through my body. I heard myself gasping as I approached my release, and then I felt Megan’s teeth grip my clit and bite it painfully. It was simultaneously the most painful and most erotic feeling I had ever felt and it pushed me over the edge. I was there, screaming my lungs out, writhing on the couch as Megan sought to follow my convulsive movements to maintain the tight grip she had on my clit with her lips and teeth.

“AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” I bellowed as much in pain as in ecstasy.

It was over; I felt Megan let go of my clit and soothingly lick it gently with her tongue. I wondered if there was much blood, if it indeed was still attached to my body. I partly sat up to look and was relieved to see that there was no sign of blood and it was sitting there, engorged and beautiful as always.

Megan grinned at me as she caressed my corset-clad form. I grinned back, the pain she caused already forgotten, yalova escort already forgiven. Stan sat and watched us as he continued to gently stroke his massive cock, precum drooling from the opening.

“Megan, lie on your back on the couch please, knees bent and wide apart.”

Megan hastened to obey. When she was positioned to Stan’s satisfaction, he asked me to kneel on the couch and service Megan with my mouth. I did this, taking pleasure in kneeling between her feet and tonguing, kissing, licking and nibbling at Megan’s tasty pussy. As I did this I felt Stan move behind me on his knees and felt his cock head at the entrance to my love tunnel. I was already sopping wet and his cock was lubricated with his precum so he wasted no time on preliminaries and slowly pushed his cock into me to the hilt, his tight balls pressing against my clit.

Once we were all in final positions I began eating Megan seriously, hearing her gasps of joy, her sighs as I stimulated a particularly sensitive spot, feeling her unconscious tremblings, shudderings and writhings as my oral stimulation aroused her. Before long she was moving her hips in fucking motions gently, pressing upwards against my mouth, seeking yet more stimulation. I sensed that she was getting close and was determined to give as good as I had received. I moved my mouth to her clit, replacing my tongue in her entrance with two fingers which I moved in and out while I sucked her clit into my mouth.

Meantime I had been feeling Stan fucking me, pressing his huge cock completely into the end of my vagina, past my cervix, then withdrawing it almost completely, time and again, long, slow strokes that gradually became faster as his arousal grew. His cock in my constricted belly felt tighter than usual, there seemed to be greater friction, more pressure, more stimulation. I wondered what it would feel like to be fucked with a 15 inch waist and became even more determined to try it. His movements were pushing me close to my orgasm but I was determined that I would wait until he came so I could cum feeling his hot juices being injected into the end of my vagina.

We all progressed rapidly towards our orgasms. I wondered what it would be like if we all came together; would each individual sensation be lost in a joint orgasmic experience? I decided it would be fun to find out so decided to wait until Stan came before biting Megan’s clit to cause her to cum, knowing my own orgasm would also occur due to the hot injection I would receive from Stan.

I didn’t have long to wait. Stan’s movements became faster, more erratic, his breathing quickened, as did mine both from arousal and constriction, and Megan was writhing beneath my tongue, lips, teeth and fingers. I felt Stan’s tell-tale tensing, knowing that he was going to spurt in a few seconds, so I bit Megan’s clit, hard enough to hurt like hell but not enough to draw blood from the sensitive organ. Megan screamed and her body convulsed at the same time as I felt the hot rush of Stan’s sperm inside me, which pushed me over the edge, my scream being muffled by Megan’s muff.

Together the three of us convulsed, shuddered, writhed and moved uncontrollably. I released Megan’s clit after a few seconds, still wary of causing permanent damage, my own body shuddering from my orgasm as I felt Stan relax and lean over my back, reaching around and caressing my breasts.

It was over in a few moments and we extricated ourselves from the triple entanglement, finally ending up sitting on the edge of the couch, Stan’s cum leaking out of my sloppy pussy. We kissed each other and caressed each other lovingly.

“Well, I guess we can say that corset’s been christened now,” commented Stan at length. “How did it feel, honey?”

It felt great. I seemed to feel more sensation and pressure inside. I can’t wait to experience that with smaller corsets.”

“Just take it slowly,” advised Megan. “That was such fun. Thank you both.”

“Mmmm, thank you, Megan,” said Stan, “You’ve looked after Mandy really well. Thanks for that.”

“My pleasure,” replied Megan, “I think we all look after each other actually. I hope this isn’t the last time we have a threesome together.”

Stan and I agreed. We all stood, used the washroom attached to Stan’s office to clean ourselves up then dressed again and Megan returned to her secretarial duties, with a kiss for each of us before she left.

“That was such fun, darling,” I told Stan. “Thank you for the corset and wonderful service.”

“Hmmm, I could thank you in exactly the same words. See you tonight, darling.”

We kissed and I left, using the private elevator to return to street level where I caught a bus and returned home uneventfully. As I entered our home Gloria came to greet me.

“What took you so long?” she asked, “I’ve been waiting for you so I can see what your corset’s like. Oh, also so we can eat lunch together, but the corset’s the first priority.”

“Well, you can see it now,” I said, spinning slowly around to çorlu escort show my tight body off to her.

“You came home like that, with no dress covering your corset? You were game, daring or stupid, I’m not sure which.”

“Try sexy,” I suggested with a grin.

“Yeah, that too, I grant you. Anyway, how about dropping the top and skirt and let’s see the real you.”

I did this quickly and again Gloria was surprised I wore no panties.

“You know, I think we could build in panties to corsets, but make them adjustable and call them crotch straps rather than panties. They could have busks at the front or back and the other end would have laces so they could be tightened also. Can you imagine tight lacing your pussy? Of course you could also have additional things like plugs and dildos, and maybe vibrators, which could be held in place as well.”

“Those are all good ideas. What a devious mind you have! We’ll have to discuss them with Stan when he returns.”

“And Megan,” I replied, “I’m sure she’d be interested in things like that too.”

“Yes, probably. Anyway, you didn’t tell me why it took you so long to come home.”

So we sat down over a late lunch and I told Gloria about the morning’s adventure in Stan’s office. While I was telling her she became quite aroused, stroking her pussy and spreading her lube over her lips and clit. By the time I’d finished and lunch was eaten, she was almost panting.

“You bit each other’s clits? Darling, please make me cum; please bite my clit,” she begged me.

I took her hand and we lay on the reclining sofa outside and made love together in the sunshine, the warmth of its rays adding a special sensation to our lovemaking as I brought her to two orgasms, the second one by biting her clit, and she brought me to yet another. The afternoon merged into evening and the temperature dropped so we returned inside and put on house coats over whatever we chose to titillate Stan with when he arrived home. Needless to say it worked and after dinner Stan rose to the occasion once more and made gentle sweet love to both Gloria and I, while we also pleasured each other. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, sexually sated temporarily, our bodies entwined together lovingly.

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The next week was interesting. I wore my corset for eight to nine hours each day and Gloria laced it for me while also teaching me how to lace it myself by feel. She said that once I reached a stable size the corset could probably stay laced and I’d be able to use the busks instead of having to relace it each time. After she laced me into it she measured the gap at the top, base and maximum at my waist. I’m really pleased because my waist maximum has reduced from its original 1½ inches to ¾ inch after only six days. That’s halved, and I don’t feel unduly squashed. My body really must be changing. The corset feels more comfortable as well, seeming to conform to my body shape rather than having to battle with it to keep its shape.

The other exciting thing is that I went in to see Megan and discuss the crotch strap idea with attached toys. She thought it was an excellent option and fitted some busks to the back of my corset with some eyelets in the front, pointing out that I would need to be able to undo and redo the lacing myself so it would be best in the front. She then took some measurements and told me she’d make a couple of straps, so we discussed what they could look like. I collect them later today. Exciting!!

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“Hi, Mandy,” greeted Megan, casting her eyes over my corset-clad body, with a brief top tied beneath my breasts and a frilly skirt below my corset, reaching half way to my knees and looking like the merest breath of wind would blow it up and expose everything underneath, which wasn’t very much. The bulk of the skirt emphasized the narrowness of my waist. “You look hot in that outfit, and I’m not talking temperature.”

“Yeah, you like it? I’ve found it’s quite an eye magnet for guys. Even elderly guys gaze longingly after me and I find it amusing how their wives react.”

“I’ll bet. Guys just never learn, eh. Such fun and so easy to tease. Anyway, I’m sure you’ll feel even more like teasing guys once you see what I’ve got for you.”

As she spoke she was coming from behind her desk and after a hug, she spun me around and looked at the gap at the back of the corset.

“You’re doing well with your training,” she commented, “I can see we’ll have to make your next one in a week or so at this rate.”

“Yes, I’m very pleased how it’s going too. It feels good also, which I think is important. I also love making love with Stan wearing this. It feels so beautifully tight inside.”

She escorted me to the lift and we headed to the warehouse floor. We walked straight to the back fitting area and Megan asked me to remove my panties. I raised my skirt to show I wasn’t wearing any.

“Hmmm, you’re really tempting fate, or tempting a gust of wind anyway.” Megan brought over a few strips of fabric. “I’ve made some crotch straps which should fit onto your corset. Some are elastic, of various thicknesses, while some are non-stretch satin and one is something else, which I’ll show you later. Try this one.”

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Author’s Notes:

Just in case it wasn’t obvious before, this story is pure fantasy and bears no resemblance to any person or real-life events.

As usual, comments/feedback/votes are appreciated.

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Wednesday, 3 PM again and Nancy again volunteered to give Sherry a break.

Principal Roberts however knew how much Nancy enjoyed her public humiliation and made her beg to be allowed to volunteer. She was made to go kneel in front of Harvey, her nemesis, and beg to take Sherry’s place. And then she was made to kneel in front of Sherry and beg her for the privilege of taking her place.

Nancy did both the tasks flushed with shame and excitement. She was put through the paces again and spanked and teased and taunted.

Roberts was upset that Nancy had still not trimmed her bush.

After the spankings were over, he said, “Nancy, now you are going to be punished for not trimming your bush as promised. Sit back on this chair and drape your legs around the arms of the chair.”

Nancy gasped at the mental image of what she would look like spread out like that.

“Please, Sir. I will trim my bush before the next session. Don’t make me do this,” pleaded Nancy.

“It’s too late for that. You knew from your experience last time that you would get a de-merit for this and still stubbornly refused to comply. You did not have to volunteer and yet brazenly volunteered. I can only surmise from this that you secretly enjoy the added humiliation you incur because of this,” said the Principal astutely.

Nancy could not deny this and hung her head in shame.

“Well, Nancy? You are going to incur extra punishments for every minute you delay,” said Roberts.

Nancy rushed to the chair and sat in the gynecological position as directed. She looked at Sherry and from Sherry’s embarrassed face, realized the sight she must be presenting to all her colleagues. What had possessed her to volunteer today, she wondered.

“Now, beg your colleagues one by one to come and take a good look at your gaping pussy,” commanded the Principal.

Nancy started with her friend Sherry. And then Matt. She was terribly embarrassed at having her best friend’s lover see her exposed like this but Matt had the decency to keep a wooden expression and his turn passed quickly.

She saved the worst ones for the last.

“Principal Roberts, please come over and take a good look at my gaping pussy,” she begged.

Principal Roberts came over and Nancy was careful enough to maintain eye contact with him as he stared hypnotized by her completely exposed pussy.

“Next time, you come to a session without trimming your bush, we will shave it off in public,” said the Principal.

Nancy winced at that thought but continued with her ordeal.

“Jeff, will you please come over and take a good look at my shamelessly exposed pussy,” said Nancy.

And then it was Ernie. Finally, “Harvey, my arch enemy, will you come over and humiliate me by looking at my completely exposed pussy,” said Nancy.

Harvey came over and predictably rubbed in the humiliation by making her acknowledge the humiliation a few times.

“Are you shamelessly turned on by this and dripping wet?” asked Harvey.

“Come and see for yourself, Harvey sir,” said Nancy now wildly and openly wallowing in her own debasement.

Harvey came over and stuck his finger in her glistening pussy and sniffed the scent. Nancy flushed hot when she saw her nemesis do this. What is more, she had asked him to do this, she thought ruefully. At this rate she would be offering to blow him in public, she thought terrified at the path she was going down, pun intended.

“Would you like to see for yourself how wet you are?” asked Harvey, rubbing it in.

Nancy blushed and nodded.

Harvey stuck his finger in her pussy once more and inserted the finger in her mouth. Nancy tasted her own juices in front of all her colleagues and desperately wanted to stick her own fingers in her pussy and masturbate to her heart’s content in front of all her colleagues. Roberts intuited she wanted to do that but wanted to save that experience for a later session.

Nancy was made to continue sitting with her legs sprawled out until everyone left the room. Roberts then allowed her to dress and leave the room.

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The trabzon escort group again assembled at the Principal’s house on Friday nite. This time they were greeted by not only Mary but four couples from the neighborhood.

The neighbors were advised that something naughty and exciting was to happen that evening but had no clue as to what was scheduled for that evening.

Mary was on tenterhooks worried that her crazy husband might decide to expose her to all her neighbors.

Roberts took Sherry aside and whispered his instructions to her.

“That’s crazy,” Sherry protested loud enough for people around her to hear. That served only to arouse everyone’s curiosity and stare at her tremendously increasing her discomfiture.

“Please don’t,” pleaded Sherry.

“Oh come on Sherry, you can do it,” whispered Roberts. The fact that no one could hear him served only to heighten the suspense and excitement.

Roberts pointed and Sherry reluctantly walked away and went to the bathroom. She spent a few minutes in the bathroom and the crowd soon got tired of waiting for her and went about the task of mingling among themselves and enjoying the beer, wine and pizza.

Sherry came back in the room inconspicuously and walked over to Roberts.

Roberts said, “Let’s go around and introduce you to my neighbors,” as he led her gently by the hand.

“Meet Mr. and Mrs. Bronsnik,” said Roberts, as he led her to the first couple.

It was then that Roberts’ humiliating instruction became clear. Sherry had her black lacy panties in her right hand and every time she had to shake hands with someone, she had to transfer the panties to her left hand and offer her right hand to shake. All those actions left no doubt in anyone’s minds that she had been made to go to the bathroom and slip her panties off. Still to be made to hold it so blatantly in her hands while she was introduced to everyone made her ordeal that much more humiliating. She blushed uncontrollably as knowing glances were exchanged.

Other couples could see what was happening from a distance but patiently waited their own turn.

Mrs. Brosnik shook her head disapprovingly causing Sherry to turn another shade of red.

Why did she go through with it, wondered others. All her colleagues as usual stared at her unabashedly and even though she had been nude in front of them, this was a different kind of humiliation. Mr. Roberts clearly had a masters in humiliation, she mused.

“Meet Mr. and Mrs. Williamson,’ said Roberts as he led her tp the next couple.

She blushed when she saw Mrs. Williamson’s disapproving look and Mr. Williamson’s excited eyes.

“And what do you have in your hand, Sherry?” asked Mr. Williamson.

“Panties,” whispered Sherry annoyed at the obvious question.

“And whose panties are they?” asked Mrs. Williamson.

“Mine,” confessed Sherry wishing the ground could swallow her up.

“And she will have a chance later to prove that they are hers,” said Roberts.

“Meet Mr. and Mrs. Gregson,” said Roberts as he led her to third couple.

“Hold up your panties,” said Mr. Gregson as she shook her hand after transferring the balled up panties to her left hand.

Sherry held up the panties for the Gregsons to admire.

“Meet Mr. and Mrs. Steyn,” said Roberts as he led her to the last couple.

“Well, well, well. You are a naughty girl aren’t you, Sherry?’ asked Mr. Steyn.

“Yes, Sir,” said Sherry and bowed her head demurely.

“Actually she is slut to go parading around at a party with her panties in her hand,” pronounced Mrs. Steyn.

Sherry hung her head in shame at that and shook her head in protest as Roberts led her to the center of the room and whispered his next instruction.

Sherry looked at him with pleading eyes but Roberts shook his head letting her know she had no choice.

Sherry put the panties in her mouth and held it between her teeth as she clasped her hands on top of her head. She looked absolutely ravishing standing in front of everyone in her beautiful black dress holding her lacy black panties in her mouth. Her contrite expression only served to make her that much more alluring. Roberts’ neighbors gasped as they took in the sights again wondering what hold their neighbor had over this beautiful hapless young woman. The pindrop silence in the room only served to heighten the suspense tunceli escort and the excitement.

“Matt, will you come over and take this gorgeous black dress off your equally gorgeous girlfriend? ” asked Roberts.

Sherry jumped but at some level she knew it would come to this and braced herself for the inevitable.

Matt stood behind Sherry and looked at her beautiful vulnerable face. He kissed the nape of her neck gently and slowly slid off the dress off her.

Sherry now stood in her black Victoria’s Secret slip with her panties still between her teeth.

“Well we need to ascertain that Sherry is indeed holding her panties in her mouth and she is not wearing any other panties under her slip,’ said Roberts.

Sherry looked pleadingly again but to no avail.

Roberts motioned Matt to proceed with the disrobing.

Matt eased her slip slowly down her curvaceous body and exposed her neatly trimmed bush for all to see.

Sherry blushed as she looked at her bra clad figure in the mirror. Her plump pussy lips were visible through her scant pubic hair.

“Now Matt take Sherry around and let my neighbors take a good look at her pussy,” said the generous host.

Matt led Sherry gently and introduced her again to the neighbors.

“Mr. and Mrs. Gregson, please take a good look at my girlfriend’s pussy.”

“Slut,” said Mrs. Gregson and Sherry’s face turned red in anger. But there was nothing she could do about it.

“Mr. and Mrs. Steyn, please take a good look at Sherry’s pussy” and so on until all four couples had a good close look at Sherry’s delectable pussy.

Sherry had always hated having to lose her panties before her bra. She thought she looked awkward and ridiculous having a bra on while her naked pussy was on display and almost wanted to take off her bra herself.

Matt looked at Roberts for further instructions and Roberts said, “Come on Matt. You know what happens next.”

Matt nodded and positioned a chair in front of the mirror. He had Sherry kneel on it and take off her bra. Even though Sherry was relieved to take off her bra she did blush again when she realized this would be the first time the Principal’s neighbors would see her naked breasts.

Her firm breasts stood out proudly as the Principal’s neighbors and her colleagues stood behind her looking at her naked ass from behind while enjoying her breasts and face in the mirror.

“Beg for it,” said Matt and Sherry was almost startled out of her skin at seeing Matt act like this.

Roberts smiled, as his suspicion that Matt was enjoying these sessions proved to be true.

Once Sherry got over her shock at seeing Matt act like this, she found it all the more erotic. In a way it was better that Matt enjoy these sessions rather than act like a helpless cuckolded wimp, she thought.

“Matt will you please give me my spanking?” asked Sherry looking her contrite best.

“And tell the new members of our audience why you deserve a spanking,” said Matt to the Principal’s undisguised glee.

“Because I leaked a test paper to a student I had a crush on,” said Sherry remorsefully.

“And tell us how sorry you are about it,” said Matt to Sherry’s continued surprise.

“I am sorry at having displayed bad judgement, Sir,” said the contrite Sherry.

“And now you are displaying everything,” said Matt shockingly. Sherry stared at him with anger. It was as if Harvey had possessed Matt’s mind.

The Principal’s neighbors were relieved that the mystery was now revealed.

“One thank you, Sir,” said Sherry as Matt commenced the spanking.

Matt finished his ten spanks and asked the audience come over and give her a spank each.

Even though her colleagues had done this a few times before, they showed no signs of tiring of it. As usual they enjoyed looking at Sherry’s beautiful embarrassed and vulnerable face while rubbing thir hands over her ass and giving her a gentle spank.

For the Principal’s neighbors this was a new experience and the Principal had to instruct them in the art of gentle spanking with the emphasis on humiliation and not physical hurt.

One by one, the neighboring coupes came and rubbed their hands over the hapless spankee’s ass and spanked as instructed. They caught disapproving looks from their wives when they gleefully rubbed their hands on her ass. Some of the braver one cupped their uşak escort hands on her breasts as they had witnessed her colleagues doing. Mr. Gregson looked at his wife in manner as to suggest that he would be trying this position with her at home.

Sherry found it more humiliating to be spanked by the wives than by the husbands. With the husbands, there was at least there was the admiration and gratitude in their faces to counter the humiliation but with the wives, the humiliation was accentuated by their disapproving looks and derogatory comments.

“So this is what the teachers do in school,” said Mrs. Gregson.

“Do you teach naked in class?” asked Mrs. Steyn.

“Oh she would if she could, but she and I would both get arrested for that,” said Roberts with regret.

Mrs. Brosnik made her shake her ass and apologize for being naked in front of her husband.

Mrs. Williamson made her say she was a shameless slut who deserved to be spanked.

Finally her spanking ordeal was over and Matt and Sherry mingled with the guests. Despite the practice, she felt constantly embarrassed at being the only one naked in the room. Nancy, as usual, had volunteered to accompany Sherry, but Roberts had refused, wanting to heighten Sherry’s humiliation.

Some of the wives who were clearly envious of her youth and stunning beauty, taunted her mercilessly.

“The blackmail notwithstanding, only a slut would parade around so brazenly naked,” pronounced Mrs. Gregson and the other wives piped in with their hearty agreement.

“Ok. Sherry, you will now get an extra punishment for your initial protest today and refusal to carry out my instructions,” said the diabolical Principal.

‘Oh God, what now?’ wondered poor Sherry.

The Principal turned the punishment chair around and said, “Assume the gynec pose.”

“Please, no!” pleaded Sherry mortified. She had never displayed herself like this to Matt or any of her lovers and to have to do this in front of a roomful of people! Whereas Nancy had almost openly enjoyed her lewd exposure earlier that week, poor Sherry was embarrassed to death and the stunned excitement in the room was palpable.

“Matt?” asked the Principal and Matt led the reluctant Sherry over to the chair. Sherry sat down and Matt gently draped her legs over the arms of the chair. To make matters worse she could look in the mirror and see the sight of her wide open pussy.

‘This is what everyone will be seeing,’ she thought and turned another shade of red. She had the incredibly vulnerable,’deer-in-the-headlights’ look on her and Matt gallantly knelt in front of her and gave her a long, lingering, passionate kiss. Sherry was grateful for this show of public affirmation and it gave her strength to go through with the rest of evening’s ordeal.

Nancy applauded spontaneously at Matt’s sensitive gesture and some of her colleagues joined in.

Roberts however looked quizzically at Matt. He wasn’t sure if Matt was being merely chivalrous or the erotism of the situation had turned him on beyond his control. From his own experience, he suspected the latter. If you had asked Matt however, he would have admitted to both.

Just like Nancy, Sherry had to invite everyone one by one and beg them to look at her gaping pussy. Like Nancy, she felt incredibly humiliated at having Harvey, Jeff and Ernie see her displayed like that. Unlike nancy, she did not take a perverse pleasure in it, though she was undeniably and uncontrollably turned on by it.

Unlike Nancy, she had to display herself to not just strangers but four disapproving and pissed-off wives. How could they compete for their husbands’ attention when they had a live Penthouse center-spread to ogle at, they pondered angrily. Not that they were unattractive. Each one of them was sexy in a MILF kind of way, but this was clearly a no-contest. Some of the husbands who had never been permitted to go to a strip-club after their marriage looked at Sherry with incredible gratitude.

Finally the evening came to an end. Sherry was made to kneel at the door, facing the room and kiss the hands of the departing guests and thank them for participating in her punishment.

Matt stood eagerly by her side and helped her dress so that he could take her home and screw her brains out.

“You can use my guest room, Matt,” said the Principal knowingly.

“I wouldn’t want you to get in an accident in your hurry to get home,” continued the Principal with surprising thoughtfulness.

“Yes. Matt and Sherry, I think you had better,” said Mary kindly as she led the half-dressed Sherry up the stairs with an eager Matt trotting behind them.

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This incident took place several years ago but my precious HotWife has just recently “confessed” these events. This has become life changing for our sex life! After we had been married for about 3 wonderful and promiscuous years, my sexy little HotWife, Elaine, had decided it was time for her to cease fucking around and settle down and become a “respectable” American housewife. As a totally devoted loving, submissive, cuckolded husband, her wish was my command. Even though I could never get enough of her having lover after lover, her abstinence was yet another way for her to dominate me and delay my own sexual gratification. I always considered her cucking me and forcing me to eat other men’s cum as her form of punishing me for having such a tiny, pathetic “Mico-Cock” as she called it. Elaine, however, took her new vow of celibacy seriously and was actually living her life as a nearly sexless, typical “good little suburban housewife.” I was resolved to submit to her lifestyle changes. This…YAWN… way of life continued for the next three or so years as we led our clean respectable lives. A few years ago something happened in her that changed her outlook about sex drastically. The beautiful true inner SLUT was again revived! Elaine finally confessed this series of events that she felt she could no longer hide from me. The following is the story of those events as she related them to me, albeit a few years later. Elaine had a long road trip scheduled. She was going to be traveling alone in her car for nearly 24 hours. She was on her way to visit her sexy younger sister, Donna, and spend a week with her. Donna lived alone but had several boyfriends and she was always trying to set Elaine up with one or two of them. Since junior high school they used to hold friendly sibling rivalry contests to see which of them could hold the coveted “The Bad Sister” title. At first the winner was determined by which one of them had given the most blow jobs. As the sister’s matured, the sexual escapades became more erotic, and kinky! On the day before Elaine’s road trip she had a gynecologist appointment scheduled. Since her vow of celibacy, she had been avoiding these appointments because a part of the exam always causes her to have embarrassingly violent orgasms, or rather a series of convulsive orgasms! “The Speculum” was her nemesis and her coveted secret lover. She feared it now more than ever because she was so determined to be the good wife that she had dedicated herself to being… “From now on.”, as she had vowed! But she knows the affect that the Speculum Monster has over her body! It is unavoidable and now is the time.

It seems strange, but almost every woman will doll herself up as pretty as possible for her gyno appointments. She treats it like a hot date and she wants to look as pretty and sexy as she can for the man who she knows is about to see her nakedness and probe her innermost sexual regions. My wife is no different in that regard.

Elaine took a long time bathing and shaving her beautiful, tanned, muscular legs that morning. Her legs are almost thick, but with zero fat and very well defined strong looking muscles. In a word, her legs are magnificent! I think those strong muscles is one reason that she has such amazing control of her vaginal muscles. I have said that her pussy is big enough to drive a dump truck through it and at the same time, tight enough to break a pencil! She has the perfect “Dream Pussy” for any man, from the longest and fattest cock to ‘the smallest I’ve ever seen in my life’, as she so often says about mine.

I call Elaine “The Dream Girl”, because her beauty, sensuality and her magical pussy is what every man’s dreams are made of!

Elaine went one step further this morning. Although she had not shaved her pussy for three years, she decided that today she would. She simply could not bare her pussy to a stranger today without having it look as enticing as possible. My sexy ass wife shaved her pussy from asshole to belly button. There was no hair left anywhere on her body below her head! If that wasn’t enough, she spread the depilatory cream in the same areas and let it melt away any residual stubble. The result was just as she had hoped for and her pussy was literally shiningly smooth and prepubescent soft! She said it looked and felt so smooth and perfect that the sight of her own glistening, smooth pussy caused her to get extremely sexually aroused. She couldn’t keep her fingers off of it, or out of it as she soaked through another lavender bubble bath and several little orgasms! As she dried off and rubbed in the softening lotion, Elaine was satisfied that her pussy was going to be one of the sexiest pussy’s this Doctor had ever seen. After a splash of a deep cleansing Strawberry douche to freshen up her inner sanctum, she was now ready to bare her body and open her pussy to a man she had never met, and allow him to do whatever he wants with her body.

She was mentally prepared for her total submission to this complete stranger. My wife fully intended to remain the good faithful karaman escort wife throughout this exam, even though she knew full well that this strange man was about to bring her to multiple orgasms. It always happens when the Speculum is inserted, and sometimes just in anticipation of it. In any case she knows that the Doctors are seasoned professionals and likely feel no sexual urges during these exams.

Even that reality could not ease her rising excitement over her upcoming exposure and willing submission. Yes, willing submission. At this point she was not merely resolved to the inevitability of her impending orgasms, she was actually looking forward to having a stranger’s hands all over her body! She was both dreading and greatly looking forward to this experience!

For years in the past, Elaine had been an habitual exhibitionist and those old demons were rising up in her again now with a vengeance! Truth be told, she was actually very much welcoming those familiar old demons right now.

Now at the Doctor’s office, the nurse had Elaine strip totally naked and helped her into a hospital gown. She put the gown on her backwards with the opening down the front. Apparently a gynecological exam is much easier if the Doctor has full frontal access. The nurse assists Elaine with stepping up onto the exam table and getting her legs raised up onto the leg supports where her calf’s are strapped into the supports. This was more exciting than she expected, as it reminded her of some of the Bondage games she had so often enjoyed in the past! My wife said at this point her gown was not tied shut and was laying off of her to both sides. The nurse was inadvertently brushing against my wife’s’ sensitive skin as her hands seemed to be touching every exposed inch of my wife’s sexy, overstimulated body. Elaine was totally nude in the middle of the cold exam room with no sheet covering her at the moment.

The fact that her body was completely sans hair greatly intensified the sensitivity of her skin. The nurse had Elaine spread her legs wide as she took both heels and placed her feet in the cold stainless steel exam table stirrups. Elaine said that this event alone was quite exhilarating and sensual. She was beginning to feel sexually attracted to the pretty young nurse. Elaine was feeling “..more naked than I had ever felt!” She was glad she had gotten a pedicure the day before. She thought her little feet looked beautiful, even sexy. The bright red toenail polish and matching fingernail polish was worth the extra effort. “I look sexy as fuck!” she proudly thought to herself! The nurse pulled Elaine’s gown over my wife’s big tits, but it kept falling to the side re-exposing her nude, and by now very erect and firm breasts.

Elaine said that as her feet were spread wide apart by the nurse, her big pussy involuntarily opened wider and wider. This is always embarrassing, yet very sexually stimulating for my wife. She said it always feels like the whole room is being turned inside out and the cool air is being sucked into her gaping pussy every time she submits to one of these exams. Elaine told me that the nurses mouth fell open and her eyes were glued onto Elaine’s massive cunt. My wife said that her pussy juices started flowing and flooded the exam table. The nurse spread the stirrups wider, as she placed Elaine’s hands on her own ankles and scooted her ass right up to the bottom edge of the exam table. She told my wife to hold her ankles as wide apart as possible “… and don’t turn loose of your ankles during the exam. Keep them spread as wide as you can. Knees spread wide also. The Doctor will need you to remain as open as possible to him throughout the exam. There is a mirror right over the Doctors shoulder so you can watch everything he’s doing to you.”

The nurse laid a sheet over my wife’s nude body and pulled the sheet down past her knees, but not before stealing one more long look at her naked body and pussy and remarking “That’s perfect! You look amazing!” as she smiled, winked and flashed a knowing thumbs up to my wife! The sheet once again slipped off her breasts, leaving her practically totally nude. The nurse did not re-cover her breasts as she left the room and said “The Doctor will be right in.”

Elaine said that her pussy continued to throb and flow a steady stream of juices as she awaited the Doctor. Even the top sheet was getting soaked now as the top of it slipped off her other breast, leaving both massive breasts exposed as she held her ankles wide apart, as she had been instructed, and awaited the Doctor’s entrance. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so vulnerable.” she related to me, “…or so horny and sexy! I was craving any form of sex at that moment! I felt like I looked totally irresistible! My whole body was covered with goose bumps and I simply could not wait for the Doctor to see me totally nude like this, holding my ankles wide apart just for him, inviting him into my deepest parts! I watched the mirror and I was excited by just how damn good I looked!”

When the kars escort Doctor walked in and introduced himself, he was not one of the Doctors she recognized. He was much younger, of Latin decent and quite handsome. He said “Good afternoon, Elaine, let’s take a look at you.” As he lifted the sheet up above her hips, her pussy squirted juices out onto the floor. The Doctor leaned in closer to her pussy, breathed in her Strawberry fragrance, and said “OH MY! This is quite unique! Interesting,” (he took another deep breath, inhaling her scent), “indeed! Absolutely beautiful! Impressive!”

Elaine asked him if everything looks OK? He answered “Yes! Quite OK! Better than just OK! I don’t see something like this every day! This is indeed quite a treat!” He reached up and touched her labia with his fingers, spreading the lips apart and inserting two bare fingers deep into her vagina! She felt her pussy gap even wider as the juices flowed freely. His touch sent shockwaves through her body as she concentrated on opening herself up to him as wide as possible! She made an obvious show of opening and closing her labia for him while at the same time spreading her knees even further apart. She wanted him to know, without a doubt, that she was open, willing, and vulnerable to him.

He seemed to realize that he was being a little unprofessional and had just touched her pussy without his exam gloves. “Sorry! I got carried away! Please forgive me”, as he pulled his hand back out of her pussy and put on the exam gloves.

He said “OH MY WORD! This is impressive, beautiful! Much, much bigger and more well developed than anything I’ve seen since the films in medical school! Let me get the speculum and let’s see just how wide and deep you truly are! I dont see any health issues with it being this big, but I want to look deeper into this to be sure. Deeper…(LOL), Sorry, no pun intended.”

Elaine began to shudder because the insertion of the speculum and the way the Doctor cranks it open wider and wider always causes her to go into wave after wave of orgasmic bliss! This was why she had been delaying this “routine” examination. As the nearly frozen stainless steel instrument touched the slick, wet walls of her pussy, her cunt involuntarily jumped open wider and wider, excreting even more hot juices. The Doctor slid the speculum all the way in as deep as it would go and he began cranking her open wider and wider! About this time he noticed her naked breast. He froze in place for a second as he gazed at her rock hard swollen nipples.

The Doctor said “Apparently you find this part of the exam sexually stimulating. Don’t worry, a lot of women do. It’s perfectly normal.” He ‘accidentally’ brushed the sheet off her big breasts as he continued to steal glances. He made no effort to protect her modesty.

Elaine told him “Hell yes it’s sexually stimulating! It feels like your whole hand is inside me!” He grinned and answered “(LOL) Thats because it is, Elaine. It is not often I get the opportunity to explore at this depth and width! Sorry. Does this hurt at all?” As he rotated his hand round and round deep inside her pussy! She could feel his fingers touching and probing everything within her. She started orgasming over and over as he pumped his fist and fingers in and out and round and round inside of her as the speculum held the walls of her pussy wide open and her juices splattered all over the Doctor and the exam room floor.

“No. It doesn’t hurt at all. Quite the opposite! You feel amazing that deep inside of me!” she told him. “Do whatever you want to do to me. I’m all yours! PLEASE! Don’t stop now!!!

The Doctor commented that the speculum was at maximum opening, both width and depth. He suggested that he needed to step out of the exam room and retrieve a larger speculum. Much to my wife’s embarrassment, he opened the exam room door and walked out leaving her nude body totally exposed to everyone in the hallway! She heard him talking to a nurse and asking her to retrieve the extra large speculum, “…the largest one that we sometimes use for childbirth. This woman is an amazing specimen!” She felt like every person in office walked by and peeped in at her! When he returned he excitedly inserted the new speculum inside the existing one while sliding the smaller one out. “At least that’s what it felt like at the time” she told me. That motion alone caused Elaine to scream in orgasm. The Doctor looked over his shoulder at the open exam room door. He smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said “Sorry. I got overly excited at what I was about to do to you!” as he turned and closed the exam room door.

Elaine said there was a weird sensation after that. Without even touching her vaginal walls, she felt something touching and then sliding into her uterus! It was his index finger! Her vagina was spread so wide that his whole hand never even touched the vaginal walls as he reached in to probe her uterus. She orgasmed all over his gloved hand, up to his elbow and splattered his white lab coat! He said “Oh My! This kıbrıs escort has never happened before! This is beautiful! Quite stimulating indeed!” He took off his latex gloves and reached for another pair. Without a word she turned loose of her ankles, spread her knees even wider apart, grabbed his arm and slammed it through the speculum and back into her massive cunt!

She said to him, ” If you are going to be this intimate with me, PLEASE don’t use a rubber glove and please don’t stop!” He again inserted his index finger into her uterus. She whispered “More please!…and deeper.”

“OH MY WORD”, he said as she demanded more! He inserted two unsheathed fingers deeper into her uterus and gently massaged her, deeper still. As she began to shudder, his wrist bumped and rotated around the inner circle of the speculum. This sent her into a series of squirting orgasms. She held his hand and wrist inside her pussy as the metal utensil vibrated all around her vaginal ring. She said it was as if her clit had turned into a circle and the entire ring was totally orgasmic! As his hand moved round and round deep inside her, Elaine could hear and feel his wedding ring tapping and vibrating against the metal speculum as it overstimulated her clitoris. She loved the fact that he is a married man!

The orgasm was ridiculously intense and prolonged. The Doctor eventually withdrew his soaked hand and slowly released the pressure from the speculum. Her orgasms continued. She nearly lost consciousness as he withdrew the Speculum.

The Doctor stepped to the side of the exam table, apparently to pull the sheet over my wife’s exposed breast. Instead, as he lifted it up and intentionally dropped it to the floor while he stared at her totally nude body, legs still spread and convulsing, and her pussy, now minus the Speculum, still throbbing and now nearly opening and closing in rhythm to her labored breathing. From her head to her toes, he could not get enough of her sweaty, glistening body! As he stood beside her bed, he cupped her big breast in his hands, leaned down and sucked one stiff nipple into his warm mouth.

Elaine released her ankle and rubbed the front of the Doctor’s pants. Her eyes widened as she felt the extent of his erection! Then she felt the warmth and sticky wetness through his pants! The good Doctor had cum in his pants while bringing my wife to several of the best orgasms she had ever experienced! She was very proud of herself now! While looking at his cum on her fingertips and seeing it string between her fingers and thumb, she sucked her fingers clean, smiled at him and asked him “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

He answered “OH MY YESSS! I couldnt stop!” She took his pussy soaked hand and raised it to her lips as she sucked it clean! With her other hand she felt his cock twitch and ejaculate again! With her cum covered fingers she rubbed his cum over his lips and then slipped her fingers into his mouth. He took the hint and sucked his cum from her fingers. At the same time she took his hand and pressed it back into her pussy. Without the speculum in the way she was able to contract her pussy around his wrist…very tightly! His eyes widened and his body convulsed as he pressed his hard cock against my wife’s hip. She felt his hard cock erupt again! With both hands, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his sticky cum covered cock. She pulled him to her face and swallowed his cock. She did an expert job at sucking and cleaning his cock. She really enjoyed that she could watch the two of them in the mirror. When she finished cleaning his large brown cock, she pulled him to her and they shared a long, deep, sensual lovers kiss. When she released his still hard cock, he tucked it back into his cum soaked pants and zipped up.

He handed her his business card and said “I know you’re married, and so am I, but please ask for me for your next appointment. PLEASE! This has been beyond my wildest expectations! You are an amazing and beautiful woman! You are more woman than any I have ever even fantasized about! And now I have to keep my lab coat buttoned for the rest of the day! LOL! Never mind that. This one is soaked! I’ll need to get another one to finish my day. I’ll have the nurse come get you cleaned up. I will expect to see you again in six weeks… or less. PLEASE.” He was almost begging her.

He walked out and once again left the exam room door wide open, triggering yet another violent orgasm. Elaine tweaked her nipples to fully erect, grabbed her ankles and spread everything as wide as possible! “What the hell!” she thought as her pussy continued to open and close with each successive orgasm. At this point she was hoping everone in the office would get a good look at her nude body and be as impressed as the Good Doctor!

She felt like such a wanton WHORE! Like back in the old days. It was a feeling like a long lost friend returning. She was also wondering why she hadn’t stuffed his cum covered cock into her pussy while she had her hands on his big brown hard beautiful cock! Oh My did he ever taste good!?! That thought threw her into another violent orgasm just as the nurse entered the room. The shocked nurse froze in the open doorway, once again exposing my wife’s nude orgasmic body to the entire staff of the Doctor’s office!

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(Synopsis: Russet Thompson is an architect and designer sent to spend several days touring the Harem of an eastern Pasha to get ideas for a new attraction at Ultima Resorts. Sir Adrian Calendar, the Prince’s personal secretary, shows her around, and offers her a ‘deal.’ If she will agree to ‘experience’ the Seraglio, he’ll give her everything she needs to replicate the harem and hammam. Bathed, massaged, and shaven, she is seduced into mutual oral sex in Sir Adrian’s library, but instead of proceeding to intercourse, Adrian announces that they’re going out to the markets.)

“To the souks?” I repeated stupidly. I’d imagined we might make love, maybe not immediately, but soon. Maybe spend the day in bed. It took a moment to get my brain around the thought of going out to the markets instead.

“You’ve earned your lists, and I thought you’d like to see some of the goods in situ, as it were. Besides, I want to purchase some small gifts for you.” He tipped my face up and kissed me lightly. “A reward for doing so well. Thank you for shaving.”

“Okay,” I said after a dazed moment. I shifted a little and the slender chains clashed. “Unlock these and I’ll get dressed.”

“No need. I’ve got you covered—quite literally!”

I had no idea what he meant, and a slight tremor of anticipation and dismay rippled through me. I didn’t have to wonder long. From behind the desk he fetched a voluminous bundle of black fabric.

“What?” I stammered, but he only laid a finger over my lips.

“Shh, wait and see.”

“If you think for a minute I’m going anywhere dressed in chains, you’re out of your tiny little mind,” I told him, hoping I sounded more emphatic than I felt. Like an idiot, it had only just occurred to me that, having allowed him to chain me in the first place, there might not be much I could do to prevent him from doing whatever he wanted.

“Don’t be ridiculous, darling,” he said cheerfully. “You’d start a riot.”

He took a triangular piece of fabric and tied it over my head like a babushka, with the edge low on my forehead. Then he gathered up the largest bundle, shaking it out into some sort of long cloak or caftan.

“What on earth?”

“It’s a burqa,” he explained. “Not the ‘take-away’ sort, but a full length khimar, a body veil.”

“Take away?”

“Um, you know, ‘girl in a bag?’”

With a practiced gesture, he opened it and sort of flung it over me, muffling me completely in its folds until my head popped through the hooded neck. Then he helped me thread my hands out the half sleeves.

It was a very odd sort of garment to my western mind. Very loose in the body, it had almost a dolman sleeve; wide near the body and narrowing from about the elbow down to a tightly fitted wrist. In fact the end of the sleeve required some further manipulation, because it was looped together so my thumb went through one part and my fingers through another. The wrist chains were trapped inside the tight part, lying along my forearm, then swinging free inside the tent-like body. The fabric was some sort of a silk and cotton blend, matte and light absorbing rather than shiny, but draping like crepe.

Over my lower face, Adrian tied a veil made of two thicknesses of crepe gauze. It ran across the bridge of my nose, covering nose and mouth completely, and the strings were threaded up over my ears and tied under the head scarf in back. He drew the hood up and tied it by another set of strings under my chin beneath the veil, and I was concealed from head to foot. Only a two inch strip across my eyes, my fingertips, and the tips of my toes showed.

Though voluminous, I had to admit it was graceful. I looked slim and straight and mysterious. And because the veil was gauze, I wasn’t suffocated, as I’d assumed seeing heavily veiled Moslem women during my travels.

Adrian set out a pair of babouches, the soft, backless, Persian slippers. The uppers were of black velvet, embroidered with black silk, and the soles of supple black leather. I notice that the embroidery matched the black-on-black adornments at the hem of the burqa and veil, sober and suitably modest but still richly elegant.

“The finishing touch,” Adrian said, handing me a little round hat, like a pill-box with a very transparent black veil sewn to one side. I stepped to the mirror and began to put it on with the veil trailing down my back. Adrian laughed and took it from me, turning it the other way round, so the transparent veil fell over my eyes and lay in another layer over the niqab, or face veil. Then he flipped it back over the hat, rather like they do a bride for the kiss.

“There you go, the perfect chaste and modest Muslimah,” he said, smiling at his handiwork. “You’ll be glad of the eye veil outside—it functions rather like sunglasses. Now that I think of it, the whole thing will protect that lovely alabaster skin. Go ahead—walk about. Get used to it.”

I did, reluctantly at first, shuffling a little as I got the feel of the slippers. The tokat escort folds of the khimar swirled around me luxuriously as I moved. I found I was very conscious of the slither of the fabric around my calves, over my thighs and across my sensitized nipples.

“What do you think?” Adrian asked.
“It’s very interesting,” I admitted. “More comfortable than I expected. But I’m still not going out like this.”

“Why ever not? We do it quite often as a treat when the girls get bored or restless. I’ve been out with His Highness and the whole boiling of them, all in burqa, and trailing half a dozen attendants. It’s done all the time you know.”

“Well, for one thing, I can hear the chains when I move!”

“Not to worry. Anyone who hears them will think you’re wearing bracelets and anklets. You’ve noticed that the ladies hereabouts wear their bank accounts on their arms? In fact, it’s an elegant Arabic form of flirtation: You see a woman dressed in the utmost concealment but hear the clash of bracelets and anklets, or even bells. It tells you she’s young and pretty under those robes—even if she’s not.”

“But-” I said, but I could feel myself weakening. I thought again of the articles I could write—probably anonymously, this time—and the scenarios I could design for the resort. And—oh, yes!—I wanted to do it for myself. To see the souks from the inside, like the concubine I was pretending to be… “Odalisque for a day?”

“Exactly.”

“And if I decide I want to come back, you’ll bring me—no questions asked?”

“No questions, no reproaches,” he said, kissing my hand. “I swear it. I think you’ll enjoy it but if you have to, think of it as a step on the way to the next bit of our bargain.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve earned your lists and things and this is meant as a fieldtrip, but it could also be the start of the next negotiation. For, oh, the plans of the old Palace, for instance?”

Temptation hardened into resolve. “Deal,” I said, and stuck out my hand.

He took my hand but also leaned forward and kissed me through the face veil. “Brilliant!”

I stood, wondering what I’d let myself in for, as Adrian went to the doors and called out, giving instructions to the attendant lurking outside. That gave me a moment of embarrassment—I’d been more than a little noisy during our encounter. I discovered another virtue of the veil, as it concealed my blushes.

As Adrian escorted me back through the warren of hallways, he gave me instructions. “We’ll have two servants with us, to carry our clobber and watch for pickpockets and such. I’ll lead, and you walk behind me, or at my side. I shan’t touch you at least in public, once we reach the souks. The attendants will follow us. Our market is rather gorgeous, literally unchanged since the Middle Ages, but you’ll see. You can talk to me, but speak softly. I’ll be listening.”

We’d reached the front doors by then—the doors through which I’d entered the Palace only twenty-four short hours ago—and he looked through the grill. “The car should be here in a moment,” he said. “Thank you, Russet.”

“For?”

“For trusting me to show you this.”

The car pulled up at that moment—not a taxi, but a long, white limousine, obviously another of the ‘perks.’ A dark-skinned and hawk-profiled driver sat at the wheel, complete with caftan and head cloth. Two of the dark-eyed boys shared the passenger seat, clad in white cotton kurta suits. Adrian handed me into the back and took his place beside me.

We didn’t drive far, but I was grateful for the ride and the air-conditioning. Inside the cool of thick, mud-brick walls, it was easy to forget how fierce the sub-Saharan sun really was. When we parked, I made no demur as Adrian pulled the eye veil down over my face.

I could understand why we parked where we did. The courtyards and alleys of the souk lay at the foot of the ancient walls of the city and were much too narrow for an automobile. In fact, we had to heed the cries of “Barek!” and step into the shops in order to make way for donkeys carrying panniers of goods.

The market was laid out with more order than was apparent at first. There were different little markets for different kinds of good; saddlers in the leather-worker’s souk, the street of the potters, the rug sellers, and so on. I followed Adrian as instructed, the boys trailing behind, as we went first to the spice market.

I saw women in every range of dress from overtly western jeans and tee-shirts, through kameez, salwar, and headscarf, and caftans to full hijab concealment. The ‘girl in a bag’ as Adrian called it, consisted of a long pleated garment of cotton or silk affixed to a fitted cap, with an embroidered grill area for the woman to look through. Most of them were white or blue, but I saw one that was blazing orange silk. I also saw a tribal woman in beautifully embroidered robes who wore a yashmak, a short leather veil that covered her forehead and mouth like a mask ornamented yozgat escort with coins and narrow woven trim.

Each time I saw another woman clad as I was, I had two thoughts: first pure vanity—that few of them wore robes as elegant as mine; and second, to wonder if any of them were naked underneath, harem girls on holiday.

In hijab, and particularly closely chaperoned by Adrian and two stalwart servants, I was effectively invisible, meriting only a glance from passers-by. Like dark glasses, the eye veil freed me to stare boldly at others but no one could see me, my expression, the direction of my glance, anything about me other than my height and general form. As a custom oppressive to women, it was oddly liberating.

The spice market lay in a large courtyard, and consisted of tiny shops, mere alcoves built into wall of the fort itself, shaded by sagging striped awnings. The goods themselves were displayed both inside and outside the stalls. Baskets held roots and seeds; vanilla beans, sweating sweetness into the air, star anise, fat hands of galangal and ginger, and roots and seeds of less obvious use. Clay pots displayed heaps of ground spices as brilliant as powdered artist’s pigments; heaps of curry, turmeric, cinnamon and henna. Green, gold, mustard, and ochre, almost unbearably colorful, between displays of peppercorns in black, white, green and pink. And the scent was intoxicating.

The stall Adrian led us to wasn’t any different from the others to my untutored eye, though the proprietor immediately emerged from the dim interior to greet him. Clad in a caftan and striped turban, he bowed and addressed Adrian in a flood of Arabic. Adrian and I were escorted inside and given glasses of the ubiquitous mint tea, while the boys squatted outside the shop smoking.

The interior of the stall was crowded with baskets and stitched up burlaps sacks, but I was made comfortable on a stool as the men dickered and bargained. In the far back, a woman ground spice on a stone metate and the merchant’s assistant scurried back and forth, bringing gourd scoops of different things for Adrian’s approval.

I couldn’t quite figure out how to drink my tea through a veil, so I left it sitting on the little brass table, and hoped that wasn’t too rude. The slack bits of my chains, though invisible to eye, lay pooled in my lap and it was hard to ignore the slip and slide of the of the cool iron against my bare pubes, so I tried to hold still.

The climax of their bargaining came with the production of a small silver bowl of wizened threads of plant material, which they both regarded with great seriousness. After a prolonged negotiation, an amount equivalent to a few teaspoons was ceremoniously weighed out, deposited in a stoppered glass jar, rather than a bag or twist of paper, and money changed hands. The glass jar went into Adrian’s capacious pocket and the rest into a sack that he handed to one of the boys.

As the blessing of the merchant followed us, I asked in a whisper, “What was that all about?

“Sorry, darling. That was my one serious errand. One of the servants could have bought the rest, and usually do, but Cook wanted saffron for the End-of-Ramadan-Blowout. Hundreds of dollars’ worth, believe me or not,” he said grinning. “It’s not fair to put that kind of temptation in one’s fellow creature’s path. It’s one of my regular duties. I don’t mind, because I love the souks.”

“They’re wonderful,” I said. “Where are we going next?”

“To the Jeweler’s Court for your present. I’m afraid we have to pass the meat market on the way. I’m sorry, I should have bought you a pomander ball. It reeks a bit.”

“I don’t need a gift, though I’d love to see the jewelry,” I said. “I admit I was reluctant at first, but this is great. I’d never realized how much different the markets are, if they don’t know you’re a foreigner.”

“But you do deserve a gift. Don’t you realize how exciting this is for me?”

“But why? You obviously come here all the time—the merchants know you.”

“To have you here, following along behind me, and know that you’re wearing my chains and virtually naked? How can you ask?”

“But I’m not naked, I’m covered from head to foot!” I said firmly. The feet in question were actually kind of dusty, the toes of my slippers covered in the fine silt of spice, sand, and heaven knew what from the souk cobbles. I’d been conscious of my lack of undergarments, of course, but mostly to be grateful—the sun was ferocious, and I’d have been sweltering. The khimar was actually fairly cool, letting air circulate over my skin—even a bit drafty at moments. I could even forget the chains sliding over my body for minutes at a time. Til now.

Adrian stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at me. “If you believe that, I’ve been failing your education badly. Follow me.”

He took off again at a faster pace, and I trotted along behind him, the boys on our heels. We turned a corner and the stench smote zonguldak escort me like a blow.

“Dear God, where are we?” I asked.

“The flesh market. I warned you, but it’s the fastest route to the Jeweler’s Court, and besides, it’s nearly deserted at this time of day.”

“I can see why,” I said, putting a hand to the veil covering my nose. This part of the market was nearly deserted, only a few, obviously poor shoppers lingered.

“It’s not so bad in the morning, but it gets ripe this time of day—no refrigeration. Ah, yes! This will do nicely.”

Adrian turned a corner into an alley even tinier than any we’d traversed so far. Narrow but dark, it reeked not only of the pervasive decay of the butcher’s souk, but of urine and other pungent but less identifiable things. Except for two bolted doors, presumably leading to the closed stalls on either side, it was a dead end.

“What are we doing here?” I asked.

Instead of answering, he snapped a command at the attendants in Arabic. They took up position at the end of the alley, facing out into the market. I flipped my eye veil back over the hat so I could look from them to Adrian in the sudden dimness. “What’s going on?”

“A zen moment, my darling. A satori, a little lesson in awareness.” He pushed me back against the side of the alley and stooped, catching the hem of my burqa in his hands and pulled it up to my throat, exposing me from my feet to my collarbones in one motion. He used the length of fabric in his fists to pinion my throat to the dusty mud-bricks and thrust his thigh between my legs, forcing me to straddle him.

“Are you naked, sweet Russet?” he asked, his lips inches from mine beneath the veil.

I was then. The anchored parts of my robe covered only from elbow to wrist on the sides. My head and face were concealed, but my whole body down to the slippers was bare in the stinking alley. Though the attendants stood shoulder to shoulder, any passer-by could have seen me.

“Yes,” I gasped.
At that he let one hand go, though his other arm still pinned me to the wall and held my burqa to my throat. He flipped my face veil up, covering my eyes so I couldn’t see, exposing my mouth to the attack of his lips and tongue. His free hand went to my breast, pinching hard, and then to my naked pussy, stroking and pinching, sliding between suddenly slippery labia to stroke into me to my core. I moaned around his tongue, into his mouth, and was glad he muffled my cries as he finger-fucked me in the filthy alley.

Now blinded, I felt even more helpless and his assault seemed to go on forever, though it could only have lasted a few moments. When he stepped back abruptly and let my burqa fall, my whole body was throbbing with newly incited and unfulfilled lust.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me in public,” I accused, fumbling the veil back down so I could see him.

“So I did,” Adrian admitted, helping adjust it. “I didn’t realize you’d present such a powerful temptation. And would you really call this public?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want to go back to the Palace?”

I hesitated. “Nooo…” I said, reluctantly, “but promise you won’t do that again?”

“I promise the next time will be within doors,” he said and winked. “Turn round.”

“How about not at all?” I asked, as he dusted the back of my robe, spending longer than I thought was necessary on my bottom.

“Oh, I don’t think I could do that. I told you, I don’t make promises I can’t keep. Besides, you enjoyed it. I suspect one of your unplumbed kinks is a touch of exhibitionism.”

I opened my mouth to argue. Not about enjoying it—fat chance of that—but about the exhibitionism—when it occurred to me there might actually be a little touch of truth to it. I had agreed to his game of favor for favor, and to come out into the market in garments that could be compromising in the extreme.

And a case could be made for all artists being exhibitionists, I suppose. Many of us literally exhibit our work and all of us enjoy praise for it. As an architect and designer, I don’t sign my work or go to gallery openings, but a building is a bigger statement than a canvas or a sculpture, too. Might I have a secret—or not so secret—desire for attention that was now manifesting sexually? Had I been waiting for an opportunity, wanting to be forced into more overt expression?

Those not entirely comfortable thoughts kept me quiet enough for the most exacting Muslim standards as we left the flesh market behind.

The Jeweler’s Court was entirely different, literally glittering in the afternoon sun, sparkling with gold and silver and polished brass. Glowing enamels and gems of every quality abounded, from obvious glass through cloudy cabochons to quite gorgeous lapis, carnelian, and turquoise. I came to halt in front of a stall displaying bangle-bracelets by the yard on rods. Some were gold, some were silver, and many had sharp edged designs cut into them that made them explode like stars in the sunlight.

“Do you like them?” Adrian asked, amused.

“I’m thinking about starting an Arabian Nights bank account,” I admitted. “I wish I had my purse.”

“I know where there are better,” he said, “but first, I have an idea for a compromise.”

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