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After my then-boyfriend Ryosuke graduated from university in Oceanview, he switched over to working full-time in the sushi bar downtown. He’d been working there part-time for quite a while, but full-time turned out to be a much tougher schedule than either of us had expected. He was working till ten thirty or eleven almost every night.

It was hard to find time to meet. Sometimes he would drop by at my house after work, but one night, I was downtown anyway, so I dropped by at the sushi bar. I was just coming back from supper out with my friend Satomi and some of her old dorm mates. They were telling Satomi and me all about their jobs and what life was like after graduation. I wasn’t really looking for a job at that point, but it was interesting to hear what they had to say. When we finished up, it was already late, but I wanted to see Ryosuke, so I walked over to the sushi bar where he works.

“How many? Oh, it’s you Emi.” It was Suzuda, the maitre d. “Ryosuke’s in the back. Do you want me to go get him?”

“No, that’s OK. I’ll wait,” I sat down on one of the high stools at the counter. “Could I just get some barley tea?”

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

There weren’t any other customers in the place. Even Okuno, the sushi chef, didn’t seem to be around. Suzuda brought me my drink, went out front, and started turning off all the lights.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were closing,” I apologized.

“Oh, that’s OK. Just relax. I’ll go see if Ryosuke can come out for a minute.” He gave me this kind smile, and then disappeared behind the curtain. Ryosuke came out still dressed in his uniform.

“Oh, Emi, you should have phoned. I didn’t realize you were coming. I’m a mess.”

Ryosuke is never a mess. He always looks clean-shaven, his hair neatly styled and gelled, cool and confident. He is a nice looking guy.

“Oh, that’s OK. I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. You look fine.”

He came over, and gave me a gentle kiss.

“How come you’re all dressed up?” he asked.

“Oh, Satomi and I were out with some of her old dorm mates. It was kind of a fancy place, so I thought I’d dress up.”

“You look gorgeous.”

I wasn’t wearing anything that special–a bright red sweater rolled up to my elbows, a grey check mini-skirt, black tights and leather boots. I’d already set my long tan coat down on the chair.

“I love the stockings,” he admitted. “Here stand up, so I can get a better look at you.” He came out from behind the counter, and started grinning. “Whit-phew!” he whistled.

“What? What’s the big deal?”

“No, it’s just you look so sexy in those stockings.” He peeked back at the kitchen to see if anyone was coming, and then pointed at my skirt. “Can you give me a peek at what’s underneath?”

I looked down, and then blushed as I realized he meant for me to lift up my skirt.

“Oh, Ryosuke! Don’t be silly.”

“No, no, c’mon. It’ll be OK. They’re all in the back there,” he nodded eagerly. I looked back at the curtain leading to the kitchen. I nodded towards the door, so Ryosuke went over, and made sure that no one was coming. I was still worried, but slowly, I lifted up my skirt showing him my white cotton panties through the loose weave of my black tights.

“Oooo!” he gushed. He came over, kissed me on the cheek, and gave my tush a little squeeze. I playfully pushed him away. He made this disappointed face, and then nodded for me to show him more. He was in a really frisky mood, I could tell. I don’t think we’d ever fooled around in his restaurant before. It wasn’t like we could do anything here. Still, he gets this way sometimes.

I peered back through the curtain trying to tell where his coworkers were. I couldn’t see any of them. Maybe they were in the back. Ryosuke was smiling away, nodding for me to give him another peek.

Quickly, before anyone came, I reached up inside my skirt, and pulled down both my panties and tights. My face went all hot, as I felt the air rush in on my pussy. I left my panties hanging mid-thigh, and then lifted up my skirt to show him my bare behind. I wiggled it to and fro, teasing him. It was usually so crowded in the restaurant, and here I was flashing him. I felt so naughty. Without really intending ordu escort to, I was starting to get a little wet.

“Emi!” he cried out, obviously delighted. “Just wait here a sec. I want to go get my camera.” He rushed off into the back leaving me standing there. I let my skirt down, and obediently waited, but I started to get worried that Suzuda or someone might come out, so I ended up pulling my panties and tights back up. This whole idea is crazy. This is Ryosuke’s workplace for heaven’s sake. I’d better settle down. When Ryosuke came back though, he looked so disappointed.

“I thought I told you to…”

“I know, but I was worried someone might come,” I whispered. I could hear the clatter of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. They sounded so close. Ryosuke glanced back at the kitchen, obviously not sure himself if it was safe or not.

“Anyway, let me just get a few quick shots,” he insisted. He’s always like this. We’re lucky we don’t get caught. I decided this was just way too dangerous, and sat back down on the stool.

“Oh, c’mon, Emi! Please!”

I glanced over at him coolly. Ryosuke came closer, giving me another gentle kiss. He whispered in my ear.

“Just this once for me.”

He gave me these puppy dog eyes. I couldn’t deny I was pretty excited by then. I was just worried about getting caught. I took a deep breath, and then stood back up.

“OK, but just one picture.” I slid my hands back up into my skirt. Ryosuke set the camera down on the counter, and then squatted down in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered sharply. He motioned for me to shush, and started pulling my tights and panties way down past my knees all the way to the top of my boots. I was already freaking out, but then he stuck his head into my skirt snogging my pussy, twirling his tongue trying to get me excited. “Stop!” I hissed. He came back out licking his lips.

“Sorry, I just wanted a little taste.”

My hello kitty was tingling like crazy by then. I peered over at the door, but there was still no sign of anybody. He had the camera ready, so I lifted my skirt, and showed him my pussy. Still holding my skirt up, I stepped out, and walked slowly across the floor toward the main entrance. I knew I was taking a terrible chance. I don’t know how far I would have gone if I hadn’t heard a rattling sound coming from the kitchen. I dropped my skirt, rushed back to my seat, and quickly pulled up my panties.

I think Ryosuke must have taken a picture or two, but now even he looked worried. I sat back down, and brushed down my skirt as best I could. My tights were still kind of bunched up under my skirt, but I didn’t think I’d have time to fix them before whoever it was came out. I pulled my coat over onto my lap to cover up. Mr. Ueda, the manager, stuck his head out from behind the curtain.

“Ryosuke, could you give us a hand back here? We need some help closing the gas valves.”

“Of course.” He winked at me, excused himself, and then disappeared off into the back.

“Well, if it isn’t the lovely Mr. Tsuruta,” Mr. Ueda smiled, coming out into the dining room. “All dressed up for a night on the town?”

My heart was still pounding in my chest.

“Um… actually, I just came back.”

“Oh, I thought you and Ryosuke were heading out for a date.” He looked at his watch. “I guess it is kind of late. Sorry for keeping him. He’s the only one who seems to know how to shut everything off around here.”

I smiled at his little joke. Of course, everyone on staff knew how to close up, but they just got Ryosuke to do it because he was one of the youngest. I knew Ryosuke was hoping to find a better job, but there weren’t that many jobs in Oceanview. A lot of our friends had moved down to San Diego or up to Los Angeles. Mr. Ueda looked at me thoughtfully, perhaps sensing what I was thinking.

“Have you ever been over to my condo? It’s right downtown here with a nice view out over the city.”

I looked at him a bit uneasily. Was he trying to hit on me? I shifted in my seat trying to pull up my tights as best I could. Ryosuke came out drying off a dish.

“Yeah, you should see it, Emi,” Ryosuke enthused. “You can see the mountains in the distance and the osmaniye escort whole town!”

I was still nervous, but it did sound interesting. I’ve always liked high places with views. It always makes me feel kind of special looking out over the rest of the world–almost as if I were a princess in a castle.

“Sounds nice,” I nodded.

“I should have you over some time.”

“Mr. Ueda, could we maybe borrow your place for a few hours?” Ryosuke asked. “Emi and I have sort of been looking for a place to go…”

I was kind of surprised that Ryosuke would ask this of his boss, but I guess they’d known each other for a while. Mr. Ueda looked at the two of us, obviously trying to imagine what we might do in his place. He finally said,

“Yeah, I suppose that would be alright. You are both in home stays, are you?”

“Yeah.”

“OK, then. I’ll lend Ryosuke the key some morning when he has the day off.”

“Thanks. That’d be great.” Ryosuke gave me this big smile, happy to be able to treat me to something special for once. I was so happy I got up, and gave Mr. Ueda a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh my!” he laughed. “I tell you what. Ryosuke, why don’t you just get cleaned up, and head home? The rest of us can close up.”

“Thanks.” Ryosuke disappeared off into the back, and eventually came out in his street clothes. We thanked Mr. Ueda again, and headed out. We were both in such a good mood.

“Um. Why don’t you come over to my house?” I suggested.

“What about Loretta?” he asked. Loretta is my host mom. She’s nice enough, but actually, I was a bit worried she might tell my parents about Ryosuke. I hadn’t really told them I was seeing anyone yet. I didn’t want them to worry.

“Let’s try sneaking in. Maybe it’ll be OK. It has been a while…,” I blushed. He smiled. The buses had already stopped for the night, so we walked home. It was a beautiful night out. The stars were out, and it was quite romantic. We walked along holding hands, enjoying the night air.

We finally made it to my house. All the lights were out. Loretta and her kids must be asleep. I opened the door ever so quietly. We took off our shoes, and tiptoed upstairs to my room.

“Can I take a shower?” Ryosuke asked.

“OK, but quietly,” I whispered back. I followed him into the bathroom, and we both stripped out of our clothes. It was so hard not to laugh. We turned on the shower, got all lathered up, and took turns scrubbing each other’s bodies. I love the way his body looks and feels. He has a muscular chest and not much body hair. His skin is so smooth, almost like mine.

Once we were both clean, I lent him a bathrobe, pulled on another, and we snuck back to my room. We got naked again, and slid into bed. It sounded like Loretta and them were all asleep. Thank goodness. Loretta would probably have a bird if she knew he was here.

I lay on my back, and Ryosuke got up on top. He was kissing me all over, on my lips, neck and shoulders. Soon he started fondling my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue.

I was trying not to giggle, but it felt so good. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him into me. I guess he was taking his time because he wasn’t sure if I was ready, but I was so wet by then. I grabbed his cock, and showed him. He smiled, and then rolled over to pull on a condom. I took it from him, and used my hand to roll it on. His dick looked so big. He must have been really excited. We hadn’t really done it at my place so often. We’d always been afraid of getting caught.

Anyway, he got back up on top of me, and maneuvered around till his penis was at my gates. He gently tried to slide it in, but I was having trouble taking his size. I shuddered as it penetrated.

“Are you okay?” he whispered. I was too aroused to answer. I spread my legs as far apart as they would go, trying to adjust to his size. I was gasping for breath as he started thrusting. I felt so naughty doing this with Brandon sleeping next door and Loretta and Jennifer across the hall. I knew I had to keep quiet, but it felt so good.

Ryosuke must have sensed my excitement, because he gradually sped up the pace. I got too excited though. I couldn’t take it anymore. I came in this incredible sinop escort spasm of ecstasy. Oh god. I was so far gone I don’t even know when he came. I was completely spaced out.

He eventually pulled out. I pulled on a t-shirt, and lent him a robe, and we snuck across for another quick shower. Once we’d cleaned up, we came back, and I set the alarm for six. We took our clothes off again, and cuddled. I guess I should have put on some p.j.’s, but I was just so happy to be with him. Before long, we fell asleep.

All too soon, the alarm clock went off. Ryosuke scrambled to his feet, and got dressed. He gave me one last kiss, grabbed his jacket, and dashed out the door. I ran my fingers along my lips savoring the sensation of his kiss.

Soon though, I realized he’d left his backpack on the floor. I picked it up, and got up to scurry after him. Once I was out in the hall, I suddenly realized I was still naked. I debated going back for some clothes, but there was no time. I dashed down the stairs. There was no sign of him, so he must have left already. I couldn’t just leave his bag here though. If Loretta saw it, she might put two and two together.

I cautiously opened the front door. He was already half way down the block. Now what do I do? I glanced down at my naked body, tits sticking out, black pubic hair all fluffy, and then up and down the street. It was still early, so it looked like no one was around. Without thinking, I stepped out the door, and shouted,

“Ryosuke!”

The cool morning air nipped at my bare flesh. The sun had just come up, and I was standing in the shadow of the house, but it was bright enough that our neighbors might see. Ryosuke didn’t stop at first, so I padded down the porch stairs, stepped out onto the lawn, and called out again,

“Ryosuke!”

My senses were on fire by then. Here I was standing buck naked on our front lawn. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it. I knew I should be terrified, but there was something exhilarating about being out here naked.

I peered cautiously over at the houses across the street. They all looked pretty quiet, but down at the corner there were cars driving by on the main street. I took a few more steps across the grass, but my courage was leaving me. This is crazy. I’ve got to get back inside.

Eventually, Ryosuke realized I was calling, and turned around. He gave me the funniest look, amazed I’d come out here naked. He hurried back, feigning shock. I hid my body behind his bag, feeling kind of embarrassed. I handed him his bag, giggling nervously.

“You forget this,” I blushed.

“Thanks,” he said kissing me. “You look gorgeous, but you’d better get back inside before someone sees you.” He sent me on my way with a smack on my rear. I stuck out my tongue at him, but then quickly ran back across the lawn and up the porch stairs. I turned, and waved one last time, then scooted inside, and shut the door.

I leaned my back up against the closed door still excited from what I’d just done. It was such an amazing feeling.

Unfortunately, of all the bad luck, Loretta’s son, Brandon, picked that moment to come out of his room. I looked for something to cover myself with, but there was nothing. Brandon noticed me right away, and came out to the top of the stairs to get a better look at me. I covered my pussy and breasts with my hands.

“Emi? What the…?”

I didn’t say anything, just ran up the stairs hoping to get to my room. I almost made it past him, but at the last moment, he reached out, and grabbed my wrist.

“Brandon, let go!” I whispered trying not to wake Loretta.

“What are you doing? Were you outside?”

I felt so embarrassed. He’d caught me red-handed.

I finally managed to break free, and ran to my room. I slammed the door shut, but he pounded on it.

“Emi, what on earth were you doing?”

I heard Jennifer come out.

“Will you two keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep.”

Brandon kept knocking, but there was just no way I was going to let him in. In the end, he finally gave up, and went away. I quickly pulled on my p.j.’s, kicking myself for being so stupid. Why did I go, and do such a thing? I’d always tried to be so careful, but this was like the second time Brandon had caught me running around naked. God, what must he think?

Anyway, I was glad I got to do it with Ryosuke in a real bed for once. We’d been sneaking around so long it felt new and fresh to do things normal for once.

Emi Tsuruta

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Another naked man splashed into the pool beside me, snapping me out of my shock. I quickly started to move toward the edge of the pool where others were all climbing out and being herded away. Then I heard a familiar and exasperated “Oh, Fuck me!” My wife surfaced from her plunge into the adjacent pool looking as horrified as all the other women who were struggling to cover their breasts and crotches with their arms and hands. “Henri?!” she called out. Couples were all trying to locate one another amidst the continued onslaught of new naked bodies shooting out of the tubes. I wrapped my arms around my wife, but we were coaxed to move along by some men with what looked like cattle-prongs. A loud speaker squelched over by a large pavilion before a female voice attempted to break the chaos: “Please take a seat in the pavilion and move away from the pools to allow other visitors to arrive safely. We will address all your concerns momentarily. Rest assured that we have taken all measures to meet our obligations to our guests.”

A few men and women protested verbally before being prodded by naked, but very muscular men with black arm bands carrying long sticks with two prongs on the end. Seeing one man drop to his knees when he was hit by an electric shock was enough to convince people to keep their distance from the prods. Slowly people settled into seats and looked to the stage where a middle-aged woman sat in front of a microphone on a raised bar-stool. Like everyone else, she was completely nude with the exception of a plastic band on her right wrist and a small blue band around her right bicep similar to the black bands the muscular men – probably our ‘prison’ guards wore. I saw a variety of other people with blue, red, green, and pink arm bands around the pavilion and pushing trolleys or otherwise working around the resort behind it. None of the guests had an arm band. Clearly the staff had been on the island for some time as anybody whose skin wasn’t naturally dark showed absolutely no sign of tan lines, including around the bands on their arms which must have been a recent addition. Unlike the guests, the workers seemed to be going about a very normal routine in the nude. A small number of the guests had big smiles on their faces, but most were like us – stunned and nervous about what the future would hold for us… and all too sure what the contracts really meant sinking in.

“You have no ri-” One man began to yell out, but the woman stood up and stared him down before raising the microphone to her mouth. “You know what you signed, and the sooner you get on board with the program, the better off you’ll be.” She smiled and looked down at the crowd. Up to this point, the shock of our situation kept my senses a little dulled. “I know you’re all in a bit of shock at the moment, but by the end of two weeks we’re confident you’ll be quite pleased by the prize you won and that you had a tremendous opportunity to be here. How pleased, like with any vacation will depend on you. So, yes… this is an all nude, all adult resort and we expect to film some commercials for our primary clients, but you will be paid exceedigly well for any projects that you sign up for.” She took in a deep breath that seemed to cause an auto-response from many in the audience who unconsciously duplicated the action. The woman was quite tall and her muscles were well toned. When she stood at the front of the stage with her legs a comfortable distance apart for someone wearing a dress, we could clearly see puffy red labia topped off with a small patch of trimmed black hairs. Her stomach showed smooth hints of well-defined abs below her large B or small C sized breasts. Her voice settled to a friendly tone after the deep breath. “All of you won an all expense paid vacation that will indeed be an enjoyable and profitable experience. You won the vacations because you were observed drawing people together and giving a very positive vibe to the resorts you stayed at. The following presentation will give you a quick glimpse of the impact you have had on other people, and why we chose you for our ultimate experience.”

A large screen started coming down from the back of the stage and a projector’s light beamed into focus. Surprisingly, there was enough shade under the roof to clearly see the show which showed images of people at different resorts around the world, every short scene depicted laughter, hugs, dancing, and all around smiles. Near the end of the montage, there were numerous scenes that showed Kimber and I at our vacation last year. They seemed to portray a couple with near-magical qualities of charm, but we knew the reality; everyone at the resort was so relaxed and just got along with all the other vacationers – there wasn’t anything special about the two of us. Nonetheless, the editing seemed to imply that everyone’s happiness really depended on the central couple in each scene. We recognized some of the faces from those who sat near us, as well as that red-headed woman I saw screaming into the pool moments ago. In the few kütahya escort shots of her, she was tanning topless and clearly enjoying the reactions from men who all stopped by to chat with her. The show faded after the lengthy montage showing Kimber and I. The woman came to the edge of the stage, this time with two shiny gold bracelets in her hand. “I’m sure you all read about the extra cash you can get by acting in scenes with our grand prize winners… Could Henri and Kimber please come up.”

“Oh Fuck!” Kimber gasped. We had to stand up and go to the stage, with our shaved crotches. With the thought of all those women looking at me, my penis began to thicken despite the shock of the circumstances we found ourselves in! We sat frozen in our seats, but two young men approached either end of our row of seats and pointed their prods toward us. “You two, come along.” One thing about my pragmatic wife was a quick switch from emotional stress to taking control of the situation and working to make things… work. She stood up and took my hand and started to lead me pass other couples as I tried to cover my penis from view with the other hand. It was made more difficult as we had our bare asses passing in front of other couples as we made our way to the end of the row. We turned toward the stage as the announcer requested everyone give us a hand. “These are our grand prize winners, Henri and Kimber. They will be wearing these golden bracelets and you should seek to be nearby when you get the opportunity because if you are even in the background of a scene they are in, you will earn extra cash. If you have selected a script that either or both of them are involved in, you’ll we be paid at least double your regular amount that equates to the prize level you won.” As she clapped her hands, a few of the people in the audience gave a reluctant but similar response.

When the woman took my right arm to put the bracelet on, my cock betrayed me and hardened quickly. It was the first time another woman has been this close to me when I was naked in decades. I knew Kimber was equally flushed with excitement and not just stressed because of her full body exposure to a crowd of men and women who were not only smiling, but actually beginning to put more effort into applauding… and slowly all the men in the front row started responding in the same fashion as me. To Kimber’s surprise, the young man who had accompanied us from our seats was fully erect and smiling at her.

“This is fucking stupid. I demand my cloth-” a man screamed for a second as he was zapped by one of those prods and he fell unconscious, but was caught by the guard. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Please remain calm. He’ll be fine. We realize you’ll need a little time to adjust to your new reality, and we seriously want you to enjoy your stay. There are guides at each pathway that will scan your bracelets and point you towards your cabins where you will find a copy of your signed agreement, a list of the payment schedules per photos or scenes, and on your television you’ll find the full menu of scenes to sign up for. Lunch will be served in an hour’s time. You will not be charged for any food or drinks during your stay unless you don’t meet the terms and conditions of one scene or photo shoot per day which includes this afternoon and evening. The less, -er intensive choices will go quickly, so it’s best you decide before lunch.” She put down her microphone as the people were directed out of their seats toward one of three paths where their bracelets were scanned and they were pointed down different routes. “Henri, Kimber… your personal assistant will be along shortly. You will come out of this experience quite wealthy if you play your cards right. However, many of the main projects have already been determined for you… oh, here comes Sabrina now.” She pointed toward the pools where a young brunette with a significant grin on her face was jogging toward us. She had quite a hairy crotch, but her pussy lips still managed to be visible as one side hung out about an inch or so beyond her bush.

My penis drooled with pre-cum as Sabrina threw her arms around Kimber. “I can’t believe I finally get to meet you two!” She had a bit of a sing-song accent, perhaps Irish. Suddenly, her hand was on my cock! “We’ll just push this aside for now.” She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. “We knew you guys would be fun, but boldly shaved smooth for the grand entrance!” She winked back at Kimber. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?” She let go of my penis, gently wiping her hand on her hip. “Now, follow me. We have a longer walk than everyone else.” She had to be in her mid-twenties at the most. I couldn’t believe she had grabbed me like that. Her breasts were much smaller than Kimber’s and perky was an understatement. Kimber smiled as we started to follow the young woman. “She is cute,” she whispered, “but, I think we’re in a ton of trouble.” Sabrina stopped and turned, her eyes widening a bit – “Oh, I’m sorry. You weren’t expecting this – just like the manisa escort other guests? I thought they would have given you more info.” She glanced down at our shaved genitals and smirked. “Well, Looks like you came prepared for a good time anyway. I’ll give you the whole scoop at your cabin. You’re lucky to be away from the crowds except when you need to be – those golden bands should keep you both busy though.”

“There’s no way that we’re goin-” Sabrina bit her lip and let go of their hands. “Listen, there’s a broadcast scheduled in a couple of minutes that will explain everything – and um, I’m so sorry. Really. I swear that I’ll do anything at all to help smooth things over, but the contracts you signed have to be met or -” she took our hands and smiled with what may have been compassion or empathy. “Let’s not go there just yet. Let’s watch the broadcast and discuss this more at your cabin.” The rest of the walk was in silence as we moved further away from the main facilities toward a beautiful beach. Next to the beach stood a few thousand square foot structure. We could see a sizeable kitchen and living room through the huge windows nearest to us.

The cabin certainly lacked nothing in the way of luxurious comfort. There was a fully stocked bar, wine fridge, kegs of beer on tap, a pool table, a bedroom with a clear walk out to the beach and Kimber noted that beautiful view offered no curtains to block out voyeurs. “Your copy of the terms and conditions is on the table there.” she pointed at the dining room table before heading towards the bar – “Beer or wine?” she smiled, but didn’t wait to start pouring a tall dark draught… “Henri, I think you’ll love this one.” She glanced at Kimber who was sitting down at the table, “Pinot for us?” Kimber just nodded, then absently picked up the papers and glanced down at them. The stapled copy of the terms and conditions, signed by us was unmistakable. Beside that was another sheet with dollar amounts listed… and her eyes widened: “As the Grand Prize couple, any nude photographs taken of Kimber or Henri that is used in a slideshow or montage for advertising purposes will be paid at a minimum of $1000; $5000 will be awarded for any erotic poses taken. The schedule for -” before she could read further the television beeped and turned itself on.

“We hope you’ve had a quick glance at the payment schedules for your prize levels and are pleased by what we offer. Our benefactors, some of which are actually amongst you spare no expense to entertain themselves and prospective partners in financing future programs that take every day people and put them into a safe adult’s only environment. By safe, we mean that this resort protects you from harm by constantly monitoring behaviours of all guests and staff while encouraging people to break free of any inhibitions and enjoy their time with us. The scripts for all scenes are available from the main menu by clicking your remote on the ‘paper’ icon to the right of the title. Names of guests who have signed up for a script will be displayed by the time-slot and location column here.” An arrow appeared on the screen pointing to an otherwise blank column beside a title that read “Casual walk on the beach, 2 females; 1:35pm, South Beach (see red umbrella); – – ; ‘paper icon’.” “This scene for example requires two females to walk along the beach, filming starts at 1:35pm (be there at least 10 minutes before start).”

The arrow on the screen clicked on the paper icon and a page popped-up that read “Two women, hand in hand are walking along the beach laughing and enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin. The women stop, embrace and kiss deeply for a moment before continuing on.” The pop-up disappears and the woman from earlier appears on the screen. “Scenes like this are quite frequently the first ones to fill up. In this case, only 2 guests can sign up to earn cash for the scene. It is important to remember though that everyone must sign up for at least 1 scene per day to maintain your end of the terms and conditions; failure to participate will result in full reimbursement of your prize which is a minimum of $45K before your travel costs are included. Anyone breaking the contract will be held in a cell until the full costs are recouped.” She smiled before continuing “If you want to have a little revenge on any of the staff at this facility you can request them by the number on their colored arm-bands located here – except for anyone with a red band.”

I glanced at Sabrina when I heard that – she had a red band. “How does someone get a red band?” I asked. Sabrina smirked, but the t.v. provided the answer. “The red bands are worn by staff members whose duties require them to be available for tasks throughout the day – like our photographers, camera crews and some personal assistants. Everyone else, including security guards and myself can be required to participate in a scene you choose to partake in by nominating us… and you can decide which role we play in the scene… like this one.” The screen mardin escort returned to the menu with a title “Tanya’s Redemption.” The screen then just flickered and returned to the main menu screen. Sabrina chimed in “That was Tanya, in case you were wondering. Now, I’m your personal assistant and am required to be available to both of you, but as this” she pointed to her arm band “indicates, I am expected to be kept busy by the crew with arrangements for schedules etc… On your bands, there’s a small button here.” She pushed a little button on Kimber’s band which caused her red band to glow pink and buzz. “That tells me that it’s Kimber who is looking for my assistance. I’ll make every effort to get to your location at any time, but it will depend on my other chores and whether your husband also -” she nodded at me to push the button. Her band buzzed and glowed blue now. “Is there anything else I can help you with before lunch?”

We just looked on in stunned silence until Kimber managed “This is all too much…”, but I could see she was already moving toward managing the situation in her mind. Sabrina put her hand on Kimber’s shoulder, “I’m sorry you weren’t given the heads up as Grand Prize winners, but I’ll do everything I can to make things easier for you – it’s just… I don’t think I can change much. I’d suggest you pick a scene soon before the easier ones are all taken, but unfortunately as the Grand Prize winners you are pre-scheduled for a scene immediately after lunch to get things going. It’s the one called Swim-up bar and – um… I’ll let you read about it. I’ve got to go help the director with the afternoon schedules.”

Kimber glanced down at the paper, “Henri, they expect us to -” she started to cry, but cursed the tears away. “-it’s that we have to do things like masturb-” she started laughing “masturbate in front of people, and fuck while they film us! I’m not a porn star! Look at me. They’ve got rather boring fantasies if they think watching us stroke each other is going to be exciting.”

Sabrina left, and I clicked on the Swim-up bar title… then sat down in shock. My wife gasped seeing 5 Female, 1 Male – and beside the list one of the female names was already filled in with her name in Gold, and the sole male column filled in with mine. Then she broke into outrageous laughter.

Five women are drinking at a swim-up bar and celebrating an engagement. They are on a girls’ vacation as a last hoorah for their friend -F2- who will be getting married soon. -Kimber- orders a round of shots, then raises her glass to the others and toasts a challenge: ” ‘-F2-‘ has to give the next guy who swims up a hand-job.” The girls all laugh while ‘-F2-‘ protests. The others toss back their shots and wait for her to. “You guys are evil. What if-“

“Wait!” ‘-F3-‘ giggles as she sees an older man entering the far end of the pool. -Henri- looks their way before diving underwater. The women watch him swim in the direction of the bar. ‘-F4-‘ comments on his ass, saying that for an old guy, he’s got that much going for him. They break into laughter just as he comes up for air a few feet away from the bar. He greets them with a nod and calls for beer to the bartender. As he was reading that line all the F2’s were replaced with -Kristine-. Kimber actually snorted, her laughter uncontrollable… – “Well, someone just agreed to play with you…”

“Us.” I responded, “There’s a part for you in this too.”

She managed to control her laughter with a deep breath: “Maybe, so far it just looks like you’re supposed to get a hand-job from – Kristine while the rest of the girls just celebrate.” she thought that might be a reasonable step for the first ‘show’ if there was such a thing.

“I’m okay with that.” she decided. “I don’t see how we can get out of this.” I shrugged my shoulders, “I wanted to take you to a nude beach and even imagined having sex out doors with you, but…” my hands indicated the t.v. “Do we even have a choice?” “There’s only another half hour before lunch – and then we’re supposed to just -” sighing in frustration.

Kimber let out a long breath, then calmly took charge of her emotions “We aren’t alone in this. Everybody out there – except for the organizers of all this are as shocked as we are.” She began.

“But -” I cut in, still not capable of reigning in my emotional stress. My wife continued in a calm voice – “Henri… babe. It’s going to be okay. We’ll survive this and never see these people again. We just have to get through it – and that means, playing along if we can.”

“How are you so calm?” my voice relaxed ever so slightly.

“I’m not. I’m just thinking that if all they’re asking of us is to put on a show – even pornographic ones – that we can do it. We can make it through this.”

She then looked back at the t.v. – “Look, who knows anything about this Kristine – but she’s signed up already to give you a hand-job, knowing it was you.” Just then, all the F3’s were replaced with “Janice”. “We don’t know what Janice just signed up for, but you see other people are considering their choices and deciding to participate in some porn-making with the two of us… and they know what they’re signing up for and with -” she waved her hands indicating her naked body – “this and ” she pointed at me.

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The light streaming in the bedroom window woke me. I glanced at the clock on the night-table and saw that it was almost 10:30. Wow. We didn’t normally sleep so late. Turning, I saw that Sandy’s side of the bed was empty. At least the coffee would be ready.

I walked down the hall to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and got under a hot shower. When I was clean I drew back the shower curtain and grabbed a towel. Standing there drying off I checked out my reflection in the big mirror over the double sinks on the far wall. I had gotten a pretty good tan over the past 10 days, except for the area normally covered by my bathing suit. My recently shaved pubes highlighted my hanging cock and balls, and I decided I liked the look. Thinking about how it got that way made my cock swell, and it swung as I strode back to my room. I threw on gym shorts and a T-shirt and walked downstairs.

Lee was alone at the table when I came into the kitchen, though there was a mug at the place next to hers. “Hey, sleepy-head,” she said. “I was wondering if I was going to have to come get you up.” She stopped with her mouth open and her cheeks colored. “I, I mean…”

“Yeah, I guess all the sun and activity really got to me,” I replied, throwing myself into the chair opposite her. Her color rose higher and she jumped up and walked to the counter.

“Want some coffee?”

“Sure. Thanks.” As she reached to the cupboard to get a mug, her short robe rose along the back of her thighs, and I eyed her long, lightly-tanned legs. She must have felt my gaze, because she hurriedly put the mug down and filled it with coffee. She brought it over and set in on the table in front of me, then backed away to lean against the counter, folding her arms under her breasts.

“Where’s Sandy?” I asked.

“She, um, she went to the garden center. Something about shrubs for the flower beds.” When I looked over at her she dropped her eyes. Lee had been brazenly turning me on for the past two days, looking me dead in the eye while she pulled her ball-clenching tricks. But Sandy had always been around, and now that we were alone in the house, the audacious Lee seemed to have disappeared.

I could feel the tension in the air. Little tremors were racing up and down my stomach and Lee was shifting nervously from foot to foot. Still not looking at me she said, “Well, if you’re all set, I, uh, I think I’ll go take a bath,” and hurried from the room.

I sat there a few minutes, toying with my coffee-mug. “Fuck this, ” I said aloud, and headed for the stairs.

When I got to the bathroom door I could hear water running. I hesitated, my hand on the knob, then, taking a deep breath, pushed open the door. Lee’s robe was draped over the low arm-chair between the tub and the sinks, and she was bent over the tub, her hair pinned up, shutting off the faucets. I took in the curves of her long legs and rounded butt. Her large, firm breasts swayed slightly as she turned her head toward me, and I felt my cock rising.

“Dan! What…I’m… you…” I put my finger to my lips. “Shh.” I stripped off my T-shirt and threw it in the corner. “But…” I brought my finger back to my lips, then shoved down my shorts and kicked them over by my shirt. Lee turned to sit on the curved edge of the big claw-footed tub, staring at me wide-eyed, and I walked toward her, my half-hard cock bouncing. “Listen, Dan, I…” I reached out and put my finger on her lips and sat next to her. Lee had put her hands on the tub on either side of her, and her tokat escort body was stiff and angular.

“Dan, really. I don’t think…” I leaned over and kissed the point of her shoulder. Lee shuddered. ” I…” My lips grazed over her collar-bone and I kissed the base of her neck. Her head bent back slightly and I kissed my way up to just below her ear, then trailed my lips back down and kissed the base of her neck again. I could feel the breath ease out of her, and her shoulders relaxed. I leaned in closer and kissed her throat. Her head went back farther still, and she rested her right hand lightly on my thigh.

Lee’s skin glowed pale gold in the filtered sunlight and felt like silk under my lips. I couldn’t stop kissing her. Her neck, her throat, her shoulders. I kissed the upper slope of her right breast, and as she turned to me and lifted her left arm to pull me closer, her nipple brushed my chin. I felt a shock run through her, and she arched her back and held my head to her. I sucked her rigid nipple between my lips, flicking it with my tongue. Her hand caressed my thigh, and now I jumped as the backs of her fingers brushed my sac.

I took her hand and stood and pulled her up to me. Lee twined her arms loosely around my neck. I rested my hands on her ass and she leaned her head back and gave me her blue-eyed stare, this time with a little smile touching the corners of her mouth. I put my head forward and let my lips brush hers. Our tongues met and sparks shot through me. Her arms tightened and she leaned into me. Her skin against mine from our knees to our lips made my entire body feel on fire. Lee broke the kiss and leaned back again, farther this time, so that we were separated to the hips. She looked own and gave a little giggle.

“What?” I followed her gaze and could see my shining purple cock-head throbbing between us.

“Reminds me of the other day,” she said.

“Oh, that.” I blushed. “Well, this time I’ll try to make it last a little longer.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. That was the hottest thing I ever saw.”

She cocked her head and looked up at me, another giggle bubbling up. “I wonder if I could make you do it again.”

“I’m sure you could. You almost had me again when we were dancing. But I’ve got other plans.”

“Oh, really. Like what?”

I didn’t answer, but tightened my grip on her ass and lifted until just her toes were on the floor. I kept lifting and she raised her legs along mine and wrapped them around my waist. She was still leaning back and my cock was still trapped between us, but now I could feel her hot wetness pressed against me. We looked into each others’ eyes as our hips ground slowly.

“Oh. Like that.” We kept up our slow rhythm until Lee squeezed with her legs and pulled herself up with her arms and my cock popped free. She started to lower herself and I felt the head graze her labia. I tensed my biceps and stopped her descent.

“That’s not the plan” I said.

“No?” She was still pushing down with her ass, and I was straining to hold her. My hips seemed to have a plan of their own and kept up their rocking, the tip of my cock just sliding in and out between her lips.

I knew I couldn’t keep fighting her long. I jerked my hips back and bent forward, lowering her into the armchair. Her feet flopped to the floor, and I kissed her and gently pulled her arms from my neck.

I straightened up and stood back, breathing hard, and took her in with my eyes. She was lying slumped, her arms yozgat escort resting on the arms of the chair, her breasts and stomach rising and falling with her breathing, her long legs parted. I knelt before her and placed my hands under her knees and lifted her legs. Lee got the idea and pulled her legs up and out, draping them over the arms of the chair.

Now I was where I’d dreamed of being since I’d watched Sandy shave her: face to face with Lee’s wide-spread pussy. As I’d noticed before, her outer lips were heavy and rounded, and her labia protruded well beyond them. They were no longer pink, but blood-red, and gaped open under my gaze, swollen and shining with her moisture. Her clit poked out from under its hood, and I thought I could see her pulse beating in it. The sight had my cock throbbing and pumping clear pre-cum in an almost continuous flow. I tore my eyes away and looked up at her.

“Like I said. You’re fantastic.” She smiled as she looked at me. “And, like I said, I’ve got a plan.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ll bet you do.”

I sank onto my haunches and kissed about halfway up her right thigh. She was baby-soft and smooth. Her texture made me want more, and I kissed, licked, and rubbed my cheek along her skin. Lee rested a hand gently on my head, caressing her fingers through my hair. Her whole body was in motion, and she tugged me gently forward.

I pointed my tongue and ran the tip gently between her lips. Lee jerked and groaned. I turned my head to the side and sucked in the left side of her wet pussy, pressing my lips together and sliding my tongue back and forth over her. Lee’s bottom clenched and rose from the seat. I opened my mouth and got both labia in, sucking and licking. Lee was bouncing in the chair like a puppet. My face was soaked. I turned my head, broadened my tongue, and swiped up through her, coming to rest on her clit. Lee closed her hands in my hair, pulling me fiercely to her. “Ohgod,ohgod,ohgod. Daaaaan!” I lost all sense of myself, devouring her madly while she bucked.

When she had sunk back into the chair and loosened her grip on me and her legs had slid back to the floor, I straightened my back to look at her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed, and her heaving chest was blotched with red. Little convulsions were running over her sweat-slick belly. Her blue eyes appeared behind half-open lids, and she gave me a new version of the stare, soft and warm.

“Hey, you. That was some plan.”

“Plan A.”

Lee’s eyes opened a little more. “Oh, is there a plan B?”

“You can’t have a plan A without a plan B.”

“You’re quite the planner.”

“Well, actually, plan B is as far as I’ve got.”

“And plan B is?”

I put my hands on the tops of her thighs and pulled myself back to my knees. My cock rose in the V of her thighs. It was dancing with excitement, and pre-cum coated the head and shaft down to my balls. The thick veins stood out like blue ropes, pulsing to the beat of my heart. Seeing my distended prick lurching so close to Lee’s wide-spread, glistening pussy made me light-headed.

“Uh, plan B involves…” I stammered.

Lee reached out and clasped me with her right hand. “I think I get it.” She eased me towards her. I thrust forward, but then she stiffened her arm and stopped me in my tracks. She released her hold on me, and I groaned as she sat up and pushed her hand against my chest.

“I’ve got a plan of my own. Stand up.” I laid my hands on her thighs again and pushed myself zonguldak escort upright onto trembling legs. In the low chair her eyes were about at the level of my balls.

“Dan, I think you may have been right about this shaving thing. I was wrong. You absolutely don’t look like a pre-adolescent teen-ager. You look good enough to eat.” Lee slid her hands up my thighs and wrapped them around my shaft. Pulling it down, she pouted her lips and planted a wet kiss on the head. Her mouth slipped across my flowing lubrication. The downward pressure on my cock and her tight grip on my shaft had me boiling. She backed off and looked up at me before leaning in again. She squeezed harder and sucked me in until my head was lost behind her lips. Stroking and sucking, she let her tongue swirl over my glans as her hands slid over my shaft.

“Jesus, Lee,” I breathed, “I don’t know how long I can take this.” Her lips smacked together as she pulled off me and let go.

“No problem, plan-man”

She stood and turned, backing me away with her butt, and lifted her right knee onto the arm of the chair. She leaned her arms forward and crossed them on the low chair-back. Her back sloped to her shoulders and her gorgeous ass was raised and pointed at me.

She looked over her shoulder at me and grinned. “Plan B.”

I shuffled to her on shaky legs. I laid my left hand on her ass and tried to steady my wildly jerking cock with my right. I leaned forward, found her, and slid into her balls deep. A long sigh issued from somewhere in the cushions of the chair and mixed with my own. I pulled my right hand out from between us and let it rest beside my left on her ass. I leaned back from the waist and sucked in a deep breath, feeling my neck and shoulders relax. My hips had started their own motion unbidden, and I was stroking in and out of Lee’s soaking cunt, slow and long.

My heightened senses picked up the vibrations traveling through her body and through my own. As my pace increased, I slid my hands up to grasp her hips. I looked down and watched waves run over her soft cheeks each time I plowed into her. The sight of my hairless cock buried into her, skin on skin, and her slick labia grasping at me each time I pulled back, brought me close to the edge. I felt a pulse beating like a drum, but didn’t know if it was hers or mine. I knew I’d lose it if I kept looking there, and as much as all my nerves and sensors were rushing me to orgasm, I wanted to stay here as long as I possibly could.

I dragged my eyes away and looked up at Lee. She’d let her head rest on her folded arms and turned it to the right, facing the big mirror. I twisted my head and searched for her eyes in the reflection. I saw her face, her mouth slack and her lips puffing and letting out a little “Oh” with every stroke. Her eyes were glazed and focused not on mine but further down the mirror.

I widened my field of vision and took in the whole panorama: Lee, bent over the armchair, her magnificent body gleaming in the sunlight, all her curves and softness on display, her breasts swinging, her sides heaving, my hands gripping her waist, and my thick red cock slamming into her relentlessly. I felt my calf muscles tensing, and watched as Lee let her left hand float down over her nipples and stomach to graze her clit. Every cell in my body flashed to overload as I lunged forward. Lee’s ass strained back at me. Her fingers stroked lightly over my balls, and behind my eyelids everything went black.

I don’t know how long I was out, but when I opened my eyes I was still standing behind her, my hands now on her butt, my hips pressed into hers. Lee was looking at me in the mirror. Her blue eyes sparkled as they met mine.

“So. Plan B,” I gasped.

“Yep. Twenty-four to go.”

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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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Another naked man splashed into the pool beside me, snapping me out of my shock. I quickly started to move toward the edge of the pool where others were all climbing out and being herded away. Then I heard a familiar and exasperated “Oh, Fuck me!” My wife surfaced from her plunge into the adjacent pool looking as horrified as all the other women who were struggling to cover their breasts and crotches with their arms and hands. “Henri?!” she called out. Couples were all trying to locate one another amidst the continued onslaught of new naked bodies shooting out of the tubes. I wrapped my arms around my wife, but we were coaxed to move along by some men with what looked like cattle-prongs. A loud speaker squelched over by a large pavilion before a female voice attempted to break the chaos: “Please take a seat in the pavilion and move away from the pools to allow other visitors to arrive safely. We will address all your concerns momentarily. Rest assured that we have taken all measures to meet our obligations to our guests.”

A few men and women protested verbally before being prodded by naked, but very muscular men with black arm bands carrying long sticks with two prongs on the end. Seeing one man drop to his knees when he was hit by an electric shock was enough to convince people to keep their distance from the prods. Slowly people settled into seats and looked to the stage where a middle-aged woman sat in front of a microphone on a raised bar-stool. Like everyone else, she was completely nude with the exception of a plastic band on her right wrist and a small blue band around her right bicep similar to the black bands the muscular men – probably our ‘prison’ guards wore. I saw a variety of other people with blue, red, green, and pink arm bands around the pavilion and pushing trolleys or otherwise working around the resort behind it. None of the guests had an arm band. Clearly the staff had been on the island for some time as anybody whose skin wasn’t naturally dark showed absolutely no sign of tan lines, including around the bands on their arms which must have been a recent addition. Unlike the guests, the workers seemed to be going about a very normal routine in the nude. A small number of the guests had big smiles on their faces, but most were like us – stunned and nervous about what the future would hold for us… and all too sure what the contracts really meant sinking in.

“You have no ri-” One man began to yell out, but the woman stood up and stared him down before raising the microphone to her mouth. “You know what you signed, and the sooner you get on board with the program, the better off you’ll be.” She smiled and looked down at the crowd. Up to this point, the shock of our situation kept my senses a little dulled. “I know you’re all in a bit of shock at the moment, but by the end of two weeks we’re confident you’ll be quite pleased by the prize you won and that you had a tremendous opportunity to be here. How pleased, like with any vacation will depend on you. So, yes… this is an all nude, all adult resort and we expect to film some commercials for our primary clients, but you will be paid exceedigly well for any projects that you sign up for.” She took in a deep breath that seemed to cause an auto-response from many in the audience who unconsciously duplicated the action. The woman was quite tall and her muscles were well toned. When she stood at the front of the stage with her legs a comfortable distance apart for someone wearing a dress, we could clearly see puffy red labia topped off with a small patch of trimmed black hairs. Her stomach showed smooth hints of well-defined abs below her large B or small C sized breasts. Her voice settled to a friendly tone after the deep breath. “All of you won an all expense paid vacation that will indeed be an enjoyable and profitable experience. You won the vacations because you were observed drawing people together and giving a very positive vibe to the resorts you stayed at. The following presentation will give you a quick glimpse of the impact you have had on other people, and why we chose you for our ultimate experience.”

A large screen started coming down from the back of the stage and a projector’s light beamed into focus. Surprisingly, there was enough shade under the roof to clearly see the show which showed images of people at different resorts around the world, every short scene depicted laughter, hugs, dancing, and all around smiles. Near the end of the montage, there were numerous scenes that showed Kimber and I at our vacation last year. They seemed to portray a couple with near-magical qualities of charm, but we knew the reality; everyone at the resort was so relaxed and just got along with all the other vacationers – there wasn’t anything special about the two of us. Nonetheless, the editing seemed to imply that everyone’s happiness really depended on the central couple in each scene. We recognized some of the faces from those who sat near us, as well as that red-headed woman I saw screaming into the pool moments ago. In the few kütahya escort shots of her, she was tanning topless and clearly enjoying the reactions from men who all stopped by to chat with her. The show faded after the lengthy montage showing Kimber and I. The woman came to the edge of the stage, this time with two shiny gold bracelets in her hand. “I’m sure you all read about the extra cash you can get by acting in scenes with our grand prize winners… Could Henri and Kimber please come up.”

“Oh Fuck!” Kimber gasped. We had to stand up and go to the stage, with our shaved crotches. With the thought of all those women looking at me, my penis began to thicken despite the shock of the circumstances we found ourselves in! We sat frozen in our seats, but two young men approached either end of our row of seats and pointed their prods toward us. “You two, come along.” One thing about my pragmatic wife was a quick switch from emotional stress to taking control of the situation and working to make things… work. She stood up and took my hand and started to lead me pass other couples as I tried to cover my penis from view with the other hand. It was made more difficult as we had our bare asses passing in front of other couples as we made our way to the end of the row. We turned toward the stage as the announcer requested everyone give us a hand. “These are our grand prize winners, Henri and Kimber. They will be wearing these golden bracelets and you should seek to be nearby when you get the opportunity because if you are even in the background of a scene they are in, you will earn extra cash. If you have selected a script that either or both of them are involved in, you’ll we be paid at least double your regular amount that equates to the prize level you won.” As she clapped her hands, a few of the people in the audience gave a reluctant but similar response.

When the woman took my right arm to put the bracelet on, my cock betrayed me and hardened quickly. It was the first time another woman has been this close to me when I was naked in decades. I knew Kimber was equally flushed with excitement and not just stressed because of her full body exposure to a crowd of men and women who were not only smiling, but actually beginning to put more effort into applauding… and slowly all the men in the front row started responding in the same fashion as me. To Kimber’s surprise, the young man who had accompanied us from our seats was fully erect and smiling at her.

“This is fucking stupid. I demand my cloth-” a man screamed for a second as he was zapped by one of those prods and he fell unconscious, but was caught by the guard. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Please remain calm. He’ll be fine. We realize you’ll need a little time to adjust to your new reality, and we seriously want you to enjoy your stay. There are guides at each pathway that will scan your bracelets and point you towards your cabins where you will find a copy of your signed agreement, a list of the payment schedules per photos or scenes, and on your television you’ll find the full menu of scenes to sign up for. Lunch will be served in an hour’s time. You will not be charged for any food or drinks during your stay unless you don’t meet the terms and conditions of one scene or photo shoot per day which includes this afternoon and evening. The less, -er intensive choices will go quickly, so it’s best you decide before lunch.” She put down her microphone as the people were directed out of their seats toward one of three paths where their bracelets were scanned and they were pointed down different routes. “Henri, Kimber… your personal assistant will be along shortly. You will come out of this experience quite wealthy if you play your cards right. However, many of the main projects have already been determined for you… oh, here comes Sabrina now.” She pointed toward the pools where a young brunette with a significant grin on her face was jogging toward us. She had quite a hairy crotch, but her pussy lips still managed to be visible as one side hung out about an inch or so beyond her bush.

My penis drooled with pre-cum as Sabrina threw her arms around Kimber. “I can’t believe I finally get to meet you two!” She had a bit of a sing-song accent, perhaps Irish. Suddenly, her hand was on my cock! “We’ll just push this aside for now.” She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. “We knew you guys would be fun, but boldly shaved smooth for the grand entrance!” She winked back at Kimber. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?” She let go of my penis, gently wiping her hand on her hip. “Now, follow me. We have a longer walk than everyone else.” She had to be in her mid-twenties at the most. I couldn’t believe she had grabbed me like that. Her breasts were much smaller than Kimber’s and perky was an understatement. Kimber smiled as we started to follow the young woman. “She is cute,” she whispered, “but, I think we’re in a ton of trouble.” Sabrina stopped and turned, her eyes widening a bit – “Oh, I’m sorry. You weren’t expecting this – just like the manisa escort other guests? I thought they would have given you more info.” She glanced down at our shaved genitals and smirked. “Well, Looks like you came prepared for a good time anyway. I’ll give you the whole scoop at your cabin. You’re lucky to be away from the crowds except when you need to be – those golden bands should keep you both busy though.”

“There’s no way that we’re goin-” Sabrina bit her lip and let go of their hands. “Listen, there’s a broadcast scheduled in a couple of minutes that will explain everything – and um, I’m so sorry. Really. I swear that I’ll do anything at all to help smooth things over, but the contracts you signed have to be met or -” she took our hands and smiled with what may have been compassion or empathy. “Let’s not go there just yet. Let’s watch the broadcast and discuss this more at your cabin.” The rest of the walk was in silence as we moved further away from the main facilities toward a beautiful beach. Next to the beach stood a few thousand square foot structure. We could see a sizeable kitchen and living room through the huge windows nearest to us.

The cabin certainly lacked nothing in the way of luxurious comfort. There was a fully stocked bar, wine fridge, kegs of beer on tap, a pool table, a bedroom with a clear walk out to the beach and Kimber noted that beautiful view offered no curtains to block out voyeurs. “Your copy of the terms and conditions is on the table there.” she pointed at the dining room table before heading towards the bar – “Beer or wine?” she smiled, but didn’t wait to start pouring a tall dark draught… “Henri, I think you’ll love this one.” She glanced at Kimber who was sitting down at the table, “Pinot for us?” Kimber just nodded, then absently picked up the papers and glanced down at them. The stapled copy of the terms and conditions, signed by us was unmistakable. Beside that was another sheet with dollar amounts listed… and her eyes widened: “As the Grand Prize couple, any nude photographs taken of Kimber or Henri that is used in a slideshow or montage for advertising purposes will be paid at a minimum of $1000; $5000 will be awarded for any erotic poses taken. The schedule for -” before she could read further the television beeped and turned itself on.

“We hope you’ve had a quick glance at the payment schedules for your prize levels and are pleased by what we offer. Our benefactors, some of which are actually amongst you spare no expense to entertain themselves and prospective partners in financing future programs that take every day people and put them into a safe adult’s only environment. By safe, we mean that this resort protects you from harm by constantly monitoring behaviours of all guests and staff while encouraging people to break free of any inhibitions and enjoy their time with us. The scripts for all scenes are available from the main menu by clicking your remote on the ‘paper’ icon to the right of the title. Names of guests who have signed up for a script will be displayed by the time-slot and location column here.” An arrow appeared on the screen pointing to an otherwise blank column beside a title that read “Casual walk on the beach, 2 females; 1:35pm, South Beach (see red umbrella); – – ; ‘paper icon’.” “This scene for example requires two females to walk along the beach, filming starts at 1:35pm (be there at least 10 minutes before start).”

The arrow on the screen clicked on the paper icon and a page popped-up that read “Two women, hand in hand are walking along the beach laughing and enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin. The women stop, embrace and kiss deeply for a moment before continuing on.” The pop-up disappears and the woman from earlier appears on the screen. “Scenes like this are quite frequently the first ones to fill up. In this case, only 2 guests can sign up to earn cash for the scene. It is important to remember though that everyone must sign up for at least 1 scene per day to maintain your end of the terms and conditions; failure to participate will result in full reimbursement of your prize which is a minimum of $45K before your travel costs are included. Anyone breaking the contract will be held in a cell until the full costs are recouped.” She smiled before continuing “If you want to have a little revenge on any of the staff at this facility you can request them by the number on their colored arm-bands located here – except for anyone with a red band.”

I glanced at Sabrina when I heard that – she had a red band. “How does someone get a red band?” I asked. Sabrina smirked, but the t.v. provided the answer. “The red bands are worn by staff members whose duties require them to be available for tasks throughout the day – like our photographers, camera crews and some personal assistants. Everyone else, including security guards and myself can be required to participate in a scene you choose to partake in by nominating us… and you can decide which role we play in the scene… like this one.” The screen mardin escort returned to the menu with a title “Tanya’s Redemption.” The screen then just flickered and returned to the main menu screen. Sabrina chimed in “That was Tanya, in case you were wondering. Now, I’m your personal assistant and am required to be available to both of you, but as this” she pointed to her arm band “indicates, I am expected to be kept busy by the crew with arrangements for schedules etc… On your bands, there’s a small button here.” She pushed a little button on Kimber’s band which caused her red band to glow pink and buzz. “That tells me that it’s Kimber who is looking for my assistance. I’ll make every effort to get to your location at any time, but it will depend on my other chores and whether your husband also -” she nodded at me to push the button. Her band buzzed and glowed blue now. “Is there anything else I can help you with before lunch?”

We just looked on in stunned silence until Kimber managed “This is all too much…”, but I could see she was already moving toward managing the situation in her mind. Sabrina put her hand on Kimber’s shoulder, “I’m sorry you weren’t given the heads up as Grand Prize winners, but I’ll do everything I can to make things easier for you – it’s just… I don’t think I can change much. I’d suggest you pick a scene soon before the easier ones are all taken, but unfortunately as the Grand Prize winners you are pre-scheduled for a scene immediately after lunch to get things going. It’s the one called Swim-up bar and – um… I’ll let you read about it. I’ve got to go help the director with the afternoon schedules.”

Kimber glanced down at the paper, “Henri, they expect us to -” she started to cry, but cursed the tears away. “-it’s that we have to do things like masturb-” she started laughing “masturbate in front of people, and fuck while they film us! I’m not a porn star! Look at me. They’ve got rather boring fantasies if they think watching us stroke each other is going to be exciting.”

Sabrina left, and I clicked on the Swim-up bar title… then sat down in shock. My wife gasped seeing 5 Female, 1 Male – and beside the list one of the female names was already filled in with her name in Gold, and the sole male column filled in with mine. Then she broke into outrageous laughter.

Five women are drinking at a swim-up bar and celebrating an engagement. They are on a girls’ vacation as a last hoorah for their friend -F2- who will be getting married soon. -Kimber- orders a round of shots, then raises her glass to the others and toasts a challenge: ” ‘-F2-‘ has to give the next guy who swims up a hand-job.” The girls all laugh while ‘-F2-‘ protests. The others toss back their shots and wait for her to. “You guys are evil. What if-“

“Wait!” ‘-F3-‘ giggles as she sees an older man entering the far end of the pool. -Henri- looks their way before diving underwater. The women watch him swim in the direction of the bar. ‘-F4-‘ comments on his ass, saying that for an old guy, he’s got that much going for him. They break into laughter just as he comes up for air a few feet away from the bar. He greets them with a nod and calls for beer to the bartender. As he was reading that line all the F2’s were replaced with -Kristine-. Kimber actually snorted, her laughter uncontrollable… – “Well, someone just agreed to play with you…”

“Us.” I responded, “There’s a part for you in this too.”

She managed to control her laughter with a deep breath: “Maybe, so far it just looks like you’re supposed to get a hand-job from – Kristine while the rest of the girls just celebrate.” she thought that might be a reasonable step for the first ‘show’ if there was such a thing.

“I’m okay with that.” she decided. “I don’t see how we can get out of this.” I shrugged my shoulders, “I wanted to take you to a nude beach and even imagined having sex out doors with you, but…” my hands indicated the t.v. “Do we even have a choice?” “There’s only another half hour before lunch – and then we’re supposed to just -” sighing in frustration.

Kimber let out a long breath, then calmly took charge of her emotions “We aren’t alone in this. Everybody out there – except for the organizers of all this are as shocked as we are.” She began.

“But -” I cut in, still not capable of reigning in my emotional stress. My wife continued in a calm voice – “Henri… babe. It’s going to be okay. We’ll survive this and never see these people again. We just have to get through it – and that means, playing along if we can.”

“How are you so calm?” my voice relaxed ever so slightly.

“I’m not. I’m just thinking that if all they’re asking of us is to put on a show – even pornographic ones – that we can do it. We can make it through this.”

She then looked back at the t.v. – “Look, who knows anything about this Kristine – but she’s signed up already to give you a hand-job, knowing it was you.” Just then, all the F3’s were replaced with “Janice”. “We don’t know what Janice just signed up for, but you see other people are considering their choices and deciding to participate in some porn-making with the two of us… and they know what they’re signing up for and with -” she waved her hands indicating her naked body – “this and ” she pointed at me.

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Another naked man splashed into the pool beside me, snapping me out of my shock. I quickly started to move toward the edge of the pool where others were all climbing out and being herded away. Then I heard a familiar and exasperated “Oh, Fuck me!” My wife surfaced from her plunge into the adjacent pool looking as horrified as all the other women who were struggling to cover their breasts and crotches with their arms and hands. “Henri?!” she called out. Couples were all trying to locate one another amidst the continued onslaught of new naked bodies shooting out of the tubes. I wrapped my arms around my wife, but we were coaxed to move along by some men with what looked like cattle-prongs. A loud speaker squelched over by a large pavilion before a female voice attempted to break the chaos: “Please take a seat in the pavilion and move away from the pools to allow other visitors to arrive safely. We will address all your concerns momentarily. Rest assured that we have taken all measures to meet our obligations to our guests.”

A few men and women protested verbally before being prodded by naked, but very muscular men with black arm bands carrying long sticks with two prongs on the end. Seeing one man drop to his knees when he was hit by an electric shock was enough to convince people to keep their distance from the prods. Slowly people settled into seats and looked to the stage where a middle-aged woman sat in front of a microphone on a raised bar-stool. Like everyone else, she was completely nude with the exception of a plastic band on her right wrist and a small blue band around her right bicep similar to the black bands the muscular men – probably our ‘prison’ guards wore. I saw a variety of other people with blue, red, green, and pink arm bands around the pavilion and pushing trolleys or otherwise working around the resort behind it. None of the guests had an arm band. Clearly the staff had been on the island for some time as anybody whose skin wasn’t naturally dark showed absolutely no sign of tan lines, including around the bands on their arms which must have been a recent addition. Unlike the guests, the workers seemed to be going about a very normal routine in the nude. A small number of the guests had big smiles on their faces, but most were like us – stunned and nervous about what the future would hold for us… and all too sure what the contracts really meant sinking in.

“You have no ri-” One man began to yell out, but the woman stood up and stared him down before raising the microphone to her mouth. “You know what you signed, and the sooner you get on board with the program, the better off you’ll be.” She smiled and looked down at the crowd. Up to this point, the shock of our situation kept my senses a little dulled. “I know you’re all in a bit of shock at the moment, but by the end of two weeks we’re confident you’ll be quite pleased by the prize you won and that you had a tremendous opportunity to be here. How pleased, like with any vacation will depend on you. So, yes… this is an all nude, all adult resort and we expect to film some commercials for our primary clients, but you will be paid exceedigly well for any projects that you sign up for.” She took in a deep breath that seemed to cause an auto-response from many in the audience who unconsciously duplicated the action. The woman was quite tall and her muscles were well toned. When she stood at the front of the stage with her legs a comfortable distance apart for someone wearing a dress, we could clearly see puffy red labia topped off with a small patch of trimmed black hairs. Her stomach showed smooth hints of well-defined abs below her large B or small C sized breasts. Her voice settled to a friendly tone after the deep breath. “All of you won an all expense paid vacation that will indeed be an enjoyable and profitable experience. You won the vacations because you were observed drawing people together and giving a very positive vibe to the resorts you stayed at. The following presentation will give you a quick glimpse of the impact you have had on other people, and why we chose you for our ultimate experience.”

A large screen started coming down from the back of the stage and a projector’s light beamed into focus. Surprisingly, there was enough shade under the roof to clearly see the show which showed images of people at different resorts around the world, every short scene depicted laughter, hugs, dancing, and all around smiles. Near the end of the montage, there were numerous scenes that showed Kimber and I at our vacation last year. They seemed to portray a couple with near-magical qualities of charm, but we knew the reality; everyone at the resort was so relaxed and just got along with all the other vacationers – there wasn’t anything special about the two of us. Nonetheless, the editing seemed to imply that everyone’s happiness really depended on the central couple in each scene. We recognized some of the faces from those who sat near us, as well as that red-headed woman I saw screaming into the pool moments ago. In the few kütahya escort shots of her, she was tanning topless and clearly enjoying the reactions from men who all stopped by to chat with her. The show faded after the lengthy montage showing Kimber and I. The woman came to the edge of the stage, this time with two shiny gold bracelets in her hand. “I’m sure you all read about the extra cash you can get by acting in scenes with our grand prize winners… Could Henri and Kimber please come up.”

“Oh Fuck!” Kimber gasped. We had to stand up and go to the stage, with our shaved crotches. With the thought of all those women looking at me, my penis began to thicken despite the shock of the circumstances we found ourselves in! We sat frozen in our seats, but two young men approached either end of our row of seats and pointed their prods toward us. “You two, come along.” One thing about my pragmatic wife was a quick switch from emotional stress to taking control of the situation and working to make things… work. She stood up and took my hand and started to lead me pass other couples as I tried to cover my penis from view with the other hand. It was made more difficult as we had our bare asses passing in front of other couples as we made our way to the end of the row. We turned toward the stage as the announcer requested everyone give us a hand. “These are our grand prize winners, Henri and Kimber. They will be wearing these golden bracelets and you should seek to be nearby when you get the opportunity because if you are even in the background of a scene they are in, you will earn extra cash. If you have selected a script that either or both of them are involved in, you’ll we be paid at least double your regular amount that equates to the prize level you won.” As she clapped her hands, a few of the people in the audience gave a reluctant but similar response.

When the woman took my right arm to put the bracelet on, my cock betrayed me and hardened quickly. It was the first time another woman has been this close to me when I was naked in decades. I knew Kimber was equally flushed with excitement and not just stressed because of her full body exposure to a crowd of men and women who were not only smiling, but actually beginning to put more effort into applauding… and slowly all the men in the front row started responding in the same fashion as me. To Kimber’s surprise, the young man who had accompanied us from our seats was fully erect and smiling at her.

“This is fucking stupid. I demand my cloth-” a man screamed for a second as he was zapped by one of those prods and he fell unconscious, but was caught by the guard. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Please remain calm. He’ll be fine. We realize you’ll need a little time to adjust to your new reality, and we seriously want you to enjoy your stay. There are guides at each pathway that will scan your bracelets and point you towards your cabins where you will find a copy of your signed agreement, a list of the payment schedules per photos or scenes, and on your television you’ll find the full menu of scenes to sign up for. Lunch will be served in an hour’s time. You will not be charged for any food or drinks during your stay unless you don’t meet the terms and conditions of one scene or photo shoot per day which includes this afternoon and evening. The less, -er intensive choices will go quickly, so it’s best you decide before lunch.” She put down her microphone as the people were directed out of their seats toward one of three paths where their bracelets were scanned and they were pointed down different routes. “Henri, Kimber… your personal assistant will be along shortly. You will come out of this experience quite wealthy if you play your cards right. However, many of the main projects have already been determined for you… oh, here comes Sabrina now.” She pointed toward the pools where a young brunette with a significant grin on her face was jogging toward us. She had quite a hairy crotch, but her pussy lips still managed to be visible as one side hung out about an inch or so beyond her bush.

My penis drooled with pre-cum as Sabrina threw her arms around Kimber. “I can’t believe I finally get to meet you two!” She had a bit of a sing-song accent, perhaps Irish. Suddenly, her hand was on my cock! “We’ll just push this aside for now.” She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. “We knew you guys would be fun, but boldly shaved smooth for the grand entrance!” She winked back at Kimber. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?” She let go of my penis, gently wiping her hand on her hip. “Now, follow me. We have a longer walk than everyone else.” She had to be in her mid-twenties at the most. I couldn’t believe she had grabbed me like that. Her breasts were much smaller than Kimber’s and perky was an understatement. Kimber smiled as we started to follow the young woman. “She is cute,” she whispered, “but, I think we’re in a ton of trouble.” Sabrina stopped and turned, her eyes widening a bit – “Oh, I’m sorry. You weren’t expecting this – just like the manisa escort other guests? I thought they would have given you more info.” She glanced down at our shaved genitals and smirked. “Well, Looks like you came prepared for a good time anyway. I’ll give you the whole scoop at your cabin. You’re lucky to be away from the crowds except when you need to be – those golden bands should keep you both busy though.”

“There’s no way that we’re goin-” Sabrina bit her lip and let go of their hands. “Listen, there’s a broadcast scheduled in a couple of minutes that will explain everything – and um, I’m so sorry. Really. I swear that I’ll do anything at all to help smooth things over, but the contracts you signed have to be met or -” she took our hands and smiled with what may have been compassion or empathy. “Let’s not go there just yet. Let’s watch the broadcast and discuss this more at your cabin.” The rest of the walk was in silence as we moved further away from the main facilities toward a beautiful beach. Next to the beach stood a few thousand square foot structure. We could see a sizeable kitchen and living room through the huge windows nearest to us.

The cabin certainly lacked nothing in the way of luxurious comfort. There was a fully stocked bar, wine fridge, kegs of beer on tap, a pool table, a bedroom with a clear walk out to the beach and Kimber noted that beautiful view offered no curtains to block out voyeurs. “Your copy of the terms and conditions is on the table there.” she pointed at the dining room table before heading towards the bar – “Beer or wine?” she smiled, but didn’t wait to start pouring a tall dark draught… “Henri, I think you’ll love this one.” She glanced at Kimber who was sitting down at the table, “Pinot for us?” Kimber just nodded, then absently picked up the papers and glanced down at them. The stapled copy of the terms and conditions, signed by us was unmistakable. Beside that was another sheet with dollar amounts listed… and her eyes widened: “As the Grand Prize couple, any nude photographs taken of Kimber or Henri that is used in a slideshow or montage for advertising purposes will be paid at a minimum of $1000; $5000 will be awarded for any erotic poses taken. The schedule for -” before she could read further the television beeped and turned itself on.

“We hope you’ve had a quick glance at the payment schedules for your prize levels and are pleased by what we offer. Our benefactors, some of which are actually amongst you spare no expense to entertain themselves and prospective partners in financing future programs that take every day people and put them into a safe adult’s only environment. By safe, we mean that this resort protects you from harm by constantly monitoring behaviours of all guests and staff while encouraging people to break free of any inhibitions and enjoy their time with us. The scripts for all scenes are available from the main menu by clicking your remote on the ‘paper’ icon to the right of the title. Names of guests who have signed up for a script will be displayed by the time-slot and location column here.” An arrow appeared on the screen pointing to an otherwise blank column beside a title that read “Casual walk on the beach, 2 females; 1:35pm, South Beach (see red umbrella); – – ; ‘paper icon’.” “This scene for example requires two females to walk along the beach, filming starts at 1:35pm (be there at least 10 minutes before start).”

The arrow on the screen clicked on the paper icon and a page popped-up that read “Two women, hand in hand are walking along the beach laughing and enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin. The women stop, embrace and kiss deeply for a moment before continuing on.” The pop-up disappears and the woman from earlier appears on the screen. “Scenes like this are quite frequently the first ones to fill up. In this case, only 2 guests can sign up to earn cash for the scene. It is important to remember though that everyone must sign up for at least 1 scene per day to maintain your end of the terms and conditions; failure to participate will result in full reimbursement of your prize which is a minimum of $45K before your travel costs are included. Anyone breaking the contract will be held in a cell until the full costs are recouped.” She smiled before continuing “If you want to have a little revenge on any of the staff at this facility you can request them by the number on their colored arm-bands located here – except for anyone with a red band.”

I glanced at Sabrina when I heard that – she had a red band. “How does someone get a red band?” I asked. Sabrina smirked, but the t.v. provided the answer. “The red bands are worn by staff members whose duties require them to be available for tasks throughout the day – like our photographers, camera crews and some personal assistants. Everyone else, including security guards and myself can be required to participate in a scene you choose to partake in by nominating us… and you can decide which role we play in the scene… like this one.” The screen mardin escort returned to the menu with a title “Tanya’s Redemption.” The screen then just flickered and returned to the main menu screen. Sabrina chimed in “That was Tanya, in case you were wondering. Now, I’m your personal assistant and am required to be available to both of you, but as this” she pointed to her arm band “indicates, I am expected to be kept busy by the crew with arrangements for schedules etc… On your bands, there’s a small button here.” She pushed a little button on Kimber’s band which caused her red band to glow pink and buzz. “That tells me that it’s Kimber who is looking for my assistance. I’ll make every effort to get to your location at any time, but it will depend on my other chores and whether your husband also -” she nodded at me to push the button. Her band buzzed and glowed blue now. “Is there anything else I can help you with before lunch?”

We just looked on in stunned silence until Kimber managed “This is all too much…”, but I could see she was already moving toward managing the situation in her mind. Sabrina put her hand on Kimber’s shoulder, “I’m sorry you weren’t given the heads up as Grand Prize winners, but I’ll do everything I can to make things easier for you – it’s just… I don’t think I can change much. I’d suggest you pick a scene soon before the easier ones are all taken, but unfortunately as the Grand Prize winners you are pre-scheduled for a scene immediately after lunch to get things going. It’s the one called Swim-up bar and – um… I’ll let you read about it. I’ve got to go help the director with the afternoon schedules.”

Kimber glanced down at the paper, “Henri, they expect us to -” she started to cry, but cursed the tears away. “-it’s that we have to do things like masturb-” she started laughing “masturbate in front of people, and fuck while they film us! I’m not a porn star! Look at me. They’ve got rather boring fantasies if they think watching us stroke each other is going to be exciting.”

Sabrina left, and I clicked on the Swim-up bar title… then sat down in shock. My wife gasped seeing 5 Female, 1 Male – and beside the list one of the female names was already filled in with her name in Gold, and the sole male column filled in with mine. Then she broke into outrageous laughter.

Five women are drinking at a swim-up bar and celebrating an engagement. They are on a girls’ vacation as a last hoorah for their friend -F2- who will be getting married soon. -Kimber- orders a round of shots, then raises her glass to the others and toasts a challenge: ” ‘-F2-‘ has to give the next guy who swims up a hand-job.” The girls all laugh while ‘-F2-‘ protests. The others toss back their shots and wait for her to. “You guys are evil. What if-“

“Wait!” ‘-F3-‘ giggles as she sees an older man entering the far end of the pool. -Henri- looks their way before diving underwater. The women watch him swim in the direction of the bar. ‘-F4-‘ comments on his ass, saying that for an old guy, he’s got that much going for him. They break into laughter just as he comes up for air a few feet away from the bar. He greets them with a nod and calls for beer to the bartender. As he was reading that line all the F2’s were replaced with -Kristine-. Kimber actually snorted, her laughter uncontrollable… – “Well, someone just agreed to play with you…”

“Us.” I responded, “There’s a part for you in this too.”

She managed to control her laughter with a deep breath: “Maybe, so far it just looks like you’re supposed to get a hand-job from – Kristine while the rest of the girls just celebrate.” she thought that might be a reasonable step for the first ‘show’ if there was such a thing.

“I’m okay with that.” she decided. “I don’t see how we can get out of this.” I shrugged my shoulders, “I wanted to take you to a nude beach and even imagined having sex out doors with you, but…” my hands indicated the t.v. “Do we even have a choice?” “There’s only another half hour before lunch – and then we’re supposed to just -” sighing in frustration.

Kimber let out a long breath, then calmly took charge of her emotions “We aren’t alone in this. Everybody out there – except for the organizers of all this are as shocked as we are.” She began.

“But -” I cut in, still not capable of reigning in my emotional stress. My wife continued in a calm voice – “Henri… babe. It’s going to be okay. We’ll survive this and never see these people again. We just have to get through it – and that means, playing along if we can.”

“How are you so calm?” my voice relaxed ever so slightly.

“I’m not. I’m just thinking that if all they’re asking of us is to put on a show – even pornographic ones – that we can do it. We can make it through this.”

She then looked back at the t.v. – “Look, who knows anything about this Kristine – but she’s signed up already to give you a hand-job, knowing it was you.” Just then, all the F3’s were replaced with “Janice”. “We don’t know what Janice just signed up for, but you see other people are considering their choices and deciding to participate in some porn-making with the two of us… and they know what they’re signing up for and with -” she waved her hands indicating her naked body – “this and ” she pointed at me.

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After my then-boyfriend Ryosuke graduated from university in Oceanview, he switched over to working full-time in the sushi bar downtown. He’d been working there part-time for quite a while, but full-time turned out to be a much tougher schedule than either of us had expected. He was working till ten thirty or eleven almost every night.

It was hard to find time to meet. Sometimes he would drop by at my house after work, but one night, I was downtown anyway, so I dropped by at the sushi bar. I was just coming back from supper out with my friend Satomi and some of her old dorm mates. They were telling Satomi and me all about their jobs and what life was like after graduation. I wasn’t really looking for a job at that point, but it was interesting to hear what they had to say. When we finished up, it was already late, but I wanted to see Ryosuke, so I walked over to the sushi bar where he works.

“How many? Oh, it’s you Emi.” It was Suzuda, the maitre d. “Ryosuke’s in the back. Do you want me to go get him?”

“No, that’s OK. I’ll wait,” I sat down on one of the high stools at the counter. “Could I just get some barley tea?”

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

There weren’t any other customers in the place. Even Okuno, the sushi chef, didn’t seem to be around. Suzuda brought me my drink, went out front, and started turning off all the lights.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were closing,” I apologized.

“Oh, that’s OK. Just relax. I’ll go see if Ryosuke can come out for a minute.” He gave me this kind smile, and then disappeared behind the curtain. Ryosuke came out still dressed in his uniform.

“Oh, Emi, you should have phoned. I didn’t realize you were coming. I’m a mess.”

Ryosuke is never a mess. He always looks clean-shaven, his hair neatly styled and gelled, cool and confident. He is a nice looking guy.

“Oh, that’s OK. I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. You look fine.”

He came over, and gave me a gentle kiss.

“How come you’re all dressed up?” he asked.

“Oh, Satomi and I were out with some of her old dorm mates. It was kind of a fancy place, so I thought I’d dress up.”

“You look gorgeous.”

I wasn’t wearing anything that special–a bright red sweater rolled up to my elbows, a grey check mini-skirt, black tights and leather boots. I’d already set my long tan coat down on the chair.

“I love the stockings,” he admitted. “Here stand up, so I can get a better look at you.” He came out from behind the counter, and started grinning. “Whit-phew!” he whistled.

“What? What’s the big deal?”

“No, it’s just you look so sexy in those stockings.” He peeked back at the kitchen to see if anyone was coming, and then pointed at my skirt. “Can you give me a peek at what’s underneath?”

I looked down, and then blushed as I realized he meant for me to lift up my skirt.

“Oh, Ryosuke! Don’t be silly.”

“No, no, c’mon. It’ll be OK. They’re all in the back there,” he nodded eagerly. I looked back at the curtain leading to the kitchen. I nodded towards the door, so Ryosuke went over, and made sure that no one was coming. I was still worried, but slowly, I lifted up my skirt showing him my white cotton panties through the loose weave of my black tights.

“Oooo!” he gushed. He came over, kissed me on the cheek, and gave my tush a little squeeze. I playfully pushed him away. He made this disappointed face, and then nodded for me to show him more. He was in a really frisky mood, I could tell. I don’t think we’d ever fooled around in his restaurant before. It wasn’t like we could do anything here. Still, he gets this way sometimes.

I peered back through the curtain trying to tell where his coworkers were. I couldn’t see any of them. Maybe they were in the back. Ryosuke was smiling away, nodding for me to give him another peek.

Quickly, before anyone came, I reached up inside my skirt, and pulled down both my panties and tights. My face went all hot, as I felt the air rush in on my pussy. I left my panties hanging mid-thigh, and then lifted up my skirt to show him my bare behind. I wiggled it to and fro, teasing him. It was usually so crowded in the restaurant, and here I was flashing him. I felt so naughty. Without really intending ordu escort to, I was starting to get a little wet.

“Emi!” he cried out, obviously delighted. “Just wait here a sec. I want to go get my camera.” He rushed off into the back leaving me standing there. I let my skirt down, and obediently waited, but I started to get worried that Suzuda or someone might come out, so I ended up pulling my panties and tights back up. This whole idea is crazy. This is Ryosuke’s workplace for heaven’s sake. I’d better settle down. When Ryosuke came back though, he looked so disappointed.

“I thought I told you to…”

“I know, but I was worried someone might come,” I whispered. I could hear the clatter of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. They sounded so close. Ryosuke glanced back at the kitchen, obviously not sure himself if it was safe or not.

“Anyway, let me just get a few quick shots,” he insisted. He’s always like this. We’re lucky we don’t get caught. I decided this was just way too dangerous, and sat back down on the stool.

“Oh, c’mon, Emi! Please!”

I glanced over at him coolly. Ryosuke came closer, giving me another gentle kiss. He whispered in my ear.

“Just this once for me.”

He gave me these puppy dog eyes. I couldn’t deny I was pretty excited by then. I was just worried about getting caught. I took a deep breath, and then stood back up.

“OK, but just one picture.” I slid my hands back up into my skirt. Ryosuke set the camera down on the counter, and then squatted down in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered sharply. He motioned for me to shush, and started pulling my tights and panties way down past my knees all the way to the top of my boots. I was already freaking out, but then he stuck his head into my skirt snogging my pussy, twirling his tongue trying to get me excited. “Stop!” I hissed. He came back out licking his lips.

“Sorry, I just wanted a little taste.”

My hello kitty was tingling like crazy by then. I peered over at the door, but there was still no sign of anybody. He had the camera ready, so I lifted my skirt, and showed him my pussy. Still holding my skirt up, I stepped out, and walked slowly across the floor toward the main entrance. I knew I was taking a terrible chance. I don’t know how far I would have gone if I hadn’t heard a rattling sound coming from the kitchen. I dropped my skirt, rushed back to my seat, and quickly pulled up my panties.

I think Ryosuke must have taken a picture or two, but now even he looked worried. I sat back down, and brushed down my skirt as best I could. My tights were still kind of bunched up under my skirt, but I didn’t think I’d have time to fix them before whoever it was came out. I pulled my coat over onto my lap to cover up. Mr. Ueda, the manager, stuck his head out from behind the curtain.

“Ryosuke, could you give us a hand back here? We need some help closing the gas valves.”

“Of course.” He winked at me, excused himself, and then disappeared off into the back.

“Well, if it isn’t the lovely Mr. Tsuruta,” Mr. Ueda smiled, coming out into the dining room. “All dressed up for a night on the town?”

My heart was still pounding in my chest.

“Um… actually, I just came back.”

“Oh, I thought you and Ryosuke were heading out for a date.” He looked at his watch. “I guess it is kind of late. Sorry for keeping him. He’s the only one who seems to know how to shut everything off around here.”

I smiled at his little joke. Of course, everyone on staff knew how to close up, but they just got Ryosuke to do it because he was one of the youngest. I knew Ryosuke was hoping to find a better job, but there weren’t that many jobs in Oceanview. A lot of our friends had moved down to San Diego or up to Los Angeles. Mr. Ueda looked at me thoughtfully, perhaps sensing what I was thinking.

“Have you ever been over to my condo? It’s right downtown here with a nice view out over the city.”

I looked at him a bit uneasily. Was he trying to hit on me? I shifted in my seat trying to pull up my tights as best I could. Ryosuke came out drying off a dish.

“Yeah, you should see it, Emi,” Ryosuke enthused. “You can see the mountains in the distance and the osmaniye escort whole town!”

I was still nervous, but it did sound interesting. I’ve always liked high places with views. It always makes me feel kind of special looking out over the rest of the world–almost as if I were a princess in a castle.

“Sounds nice,” I nodded.

“I should have you over some time.”

“Mr. Ueda, could we maybe borrow your place for a few hours?” Ryosuke asked. “Emi and I have sort of been looking for a place to go…”

I was kind of surprised that Ryosuke would ask this of his boss, but I guess they’d known each other for a while. Mr. Ueda looked at the two of us, obviously trying to imagine what we might do in his place. He finally said,

“Yeah, I suppose that would be alright. You are both in home stays, are you?”

“Yeah.”

“OK, then. I’ll lend Ryosuke the key some morning when he has the day off.”

“Thanks. That’d be great.” Ryosuke gave me this big smile, happy to be able to treat me to something special for once. I was so happy I got up, and gave Mr. Ueda a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh my!” he laughed. “I tell you what. Ryosuke, why don’t you just get cleaned up, and head home? The rest of us can close up.”

“Thanks.” Ryosuke disappeared off into the back, and eventually came out in his street clothes. We thanked Mr. Ueda again, and headed out. We were both in such a good mood.

“Um. Why don’t you come over to my house?” I suggested.

“What about Loretta?” he asked. Loretta is my host mom. She’s nice enough, but actually, I was a bit worried she might tell my parents about Ryosuke. I hadn’t really told them I was seeing anyone yet. I didn’t want them to worry.

“Let’s try sneaking in. Maybe it’ll be OK. It has been a while…,” I blushed. He smiled. The buses had already stopped for the night, so we walked home. It was a beautiful night out. The stars were out, and it was quite romantic. We walked along holding hands, enjoying the night air.

We finally made it to my house. All the lights were out. Loretta and her kids must be asleep. I opened the door ever so quietly. We took off our shoes, and tiptoed upstairs to my room.

“Can I take a shower?” Ryosuke asked.

“OK, but quietly,” I whispered back. I followed him into the bathroom, and we both stripped out of our clothes. It was so hard not to laugh. We turned on the shower, got all lathered up, and took turns scrubbing each other’s bodies. I love the way his body looks and feels. He has a muscular chest and not much body hair. His skin is so smooth, almost like mine.

Once we were both clean, I lent him a bathrobe, pulled on another, and we snuck back to my room. We got naked again, and slid into bed. It sounded like Loretta and them were all asleep. Thank goodness. Loretta would probably have a bird if she knew he was here.

I lay on my back, and Ryosuke got up on top. He was kissing me all over, on my lips, neck and shoulders. Soon he started fondling my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue.

I was trying not to giggle, but it felt so good. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him into me. I guess he was taking his time because he wasn’t sure if I was ready, but I was so wet by then. I grabbed his cock, and showed him. He smiled, and then rolled over to pull on a condom. I took it from him, and used my hand to roll it on. His dick looked so big. He must have been really excited. We hadn’t really done it at my place so often. We’d always been afraid of getting caught.

Anyway, he got back up on top of me, and maneuvered around till his penis was at my gates. He gently tried to slide it in, but I was having trouble taking his size. I shuddered as it penetrated.

“Are you okay?” he whispered. I was too aroused to answer. I spread my legs as far apart as they would go, trying to adjust to his size. I was gasping for breath as he started thrusting. I felt so naughty doing this with Brandon sleeping next door and Loretta and Jennifer across the hall. I knew I had to keep quiet, but it felt so good.

Ryosuke must have sensed my excitement, because he gradually sped up the pace. I got too excited though. I couldn’t take it anymore. I came in this incredible sinop escort spasm of ecstasy. Oh god. I was so far gone I don’t even know when he came. I was completely spaced out.

He eventually pulled out. I pulled on a t-shirt, and lent him a robe, and we snuck across for another quick shower. Once we’d cleaned up, we came back, and I set the alarm for six. We took our clothes off again, and cuddled. I guess I should have put on some p.j.’s, but I was just so happy to be with him. Before long, we fell asleep.

All too soon, the alarm clock went off. Ryosuke scrambled to his feet, and got dressed. He gave me one last kiss, grabbed his jacket, and dashed out the door. I ran my fingers along my lips savoring the sensation of his kiss.

Soon though, I realized he’d left his backpack on the floor. I picked it up, and got up to scurry after him. Once I was out in the hall, I suddenly realized I was still naked. I debated going back for some clothes, but there was no time. I dashed down the stairs. There was no sign of him, so he must have left already. I couldn’t just leave his bag here though. If Loretta saw it, she might put two and two together.

I cautiously opened the front door. He was already half way down the block. Now what do I do? I glanced down at my naked body, tits sticking out, black pubic hair all fluffy, and then up and down the street. It was still early, so it looked like no one was around. Without thinking, I stepped out the door, and shouted,

“Ryosuke!”

The cool morning air nipped at my bare flesh. The sun had just come up, and I was standing in the shadow of the house, but it was bright enough that our neighbors might see. Ryosuke didn’t stop at first, so I padded down the porch stairs, stepped out onto the lawn, and called out again,

“Ryosuke!”

My senses were on fire by then. Here I was standing buck naked on our front lawn. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it. I knew I should be terrified, but there was something exhilarating about being out here naked.

I peered cautiously over at the houses across the street. They all looked pretty quiet, but down at the corner there were cars driving by on the main street. I took a few more steps across the grass, but my courage was leaving me. This is crazy. I’ve got to get back inside.

Eventually, Ryosuke realized I was calling, and turned around. He gave me the funniest look, amazed I’d come out here naked. He hurried back, feigning shock. I hid my body behind his bag, feeling kind of embarrassed. I handed him his bag, giggling nervously.

“You forget this,” I blushed.

“Thanks,” he said kissing me. “You look gorgeous, but you’d better get back inside before someone sees you.” He sent me on my way with a smack on my rear. I stuck out my tongue at him, but then quickly ran back across the lawn and up the porch stairs. I turned, and waved one last time, then scooted inside, and shut the door.

I leaned my back up against the closed door still excited from what I’d just done. It was such an amazing feeling.

Unfortunately, of all the bad luck, Loretta’s son, Brandon, picked that moment to come out of his room. I looked for something to cover myself with, but there was nothing. Brandon noticed me right away, and came out to the top of the stairs to get a better look at me. I covered my pussy and breasts with my hands.

“Emi? What the…?”

I didn’t say anything, just ran up the stairs hoping to get to my room. I almost made it past him, but at the last moment, he reached out, and grabbed my wrist.

“Brandon, let go!” I whispered trying not to wake Loretta.

“What are you doing? Were you outside?”

I felt so embarrassed. He’d caught me red-handed.

I finally managed to break free, and ran to my room. I slammed the door shut, but he pounded on it.

“Emi, what on earth were you doing?”

I heard Jennifer come out.

“Will you two keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep.”

Brandon kept knocking, but there was just no way I was going to let him in. In the end, he finally gave up, and went away. I quickly pulled on my p.j.’s, kicking myself for being so stupid. Why did I go, and do such a thing? I’d always tried to be so careful, but this was like the second time Brandon had caught me running around naked. God, what must he think?

Anyway, I was glad I got to do it with Ryosuke in a real bed for once. We’d been sneaking around so long it felt new and fresh to do things normal for once.

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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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Chapter 02:

“After The Game”

Feedback is welcome.

So….. to re-cap……. Before we were married my wife (Dee) and I rented a nice 4 bedroom house outside of Brighton that we initially shared with 5 other people from University. Eventually it was just us so to help pay the rent my wife had an old friend of hers stay and rent out a room. Sanne is European, has a firm voluptuous figure and back then was a trainee doctor who was studying and working a lot.

However, things got interesting when she started to take every opportunity to see me naked (partly because I allowed and got a thrill from it) and eventually wanking. This led to a bet between us during Euro ’96 as England had made the semi final. I’d not got much of a chance to see Sanne naked, just a quick glimpse one night as she bent over in front of me. Sanne was quite dominating and her boyfriend John did as he was told.

Anyway…… The bet was that if England did win she would let me shave her pussy for her as it needed a trim, but if they lost and Germany won then I would have to wank off for her whilst she video taped it and I was to make sure I did whatever she said for the making of ‘her little wank movie’. I agreed and anybody who watched Euro ’96 will know what happened next!

So I am in the pub surrounded by my friends and pretty drunk. The penalty shoot-out had the who pub in silence until it happened……… MISSED! Germany had won. At first I was gutted as I really thought England were going all the way……. Then ‘OH FUCK’ Sanne’s wank video was now most likely a reality. This thrilled me somewhat as I enjoyed showing myself off to her, but at the same time this was going to be on tape for anybody she saw fit to show it to!

I was at pains to know what might happen because of this result but very keen to get into it. My biggest issue was going to be with Dee as I didn’t know what she might do if she found out. I was fairly sure Sanne had never spoken to her about anything that happened as Dee had never said a word about it and I assumed she would have if she did know.

I didn’t get in until gone eleven that night and was more than a little pissed, drowning my sorrows. I walked in to find Sanne and Dee on the sofa watching the late night news, one of the headlines being England’s exit in the penalty shoot-out. Dee looked over at me and cave me consolidation and said things to try and make me feel better. Sanne however had a huge grin on her smug face, “Told you!” was all she said as I stumbled out into the kitchen to get a coffee and think about what I was going to about our bet.

Sanne came into the kitchen asking if I’d do her a coffee too. I called through to offer one to Dee but she said she was just off kırşehir escort to bed as she had to be up early to take her friend to the airport. Once made I sat on the sofa to watch something that wasn’t news or football and ended on a sci-fi movie. As I sat there Sanne came in with a black canvas bag and said, “I’d better make sure the batteries for this are all charged.” She held up the bag allowing me to see the Panasonic logo and making sure I knew it was her camcorder bag.

I decided to front her and told her I didn’t think I could go through with it and had assumed it was all a joke. She finished setting up her charger then stormed over to me with a look of thunder on her face. “You fucking little worm…… you will do it or I will fuck you up!”

From Sanne this was really odd behaviour and I could tell she knew I was taken aback. She then stood, smiled and walked away saying that I would do it or Dee might be told of everything that had already happened. A part of me (guess which part) really wanted to the show for Sanne but the sensible part was telling me that showing is one thing but leaving a permanent record of it on tape was different.

I was in a bad state due to the lost bet and the lost game so went to bed still a little too drunk to sleep properly. I tossed and turned all night with so much crap in my mind but as I thought about the video I got very hard and had to have a sly wank as I lay next to Dee. It was a very slow one and my orgasm was immense, so much so I shot onto the wall above the headboard then my chest. I cleaned up and slept like a log.

It was a full week before I had a chance to speak to Sanne again as we were both so busy with work and other things. It was Sunday and I was on my own because Sanne was on the night shift and Dee had gone see her mother in London. I’d just finished lunch when Sanne walked into the kitchen looking more than a bit tired wearing a white robe. We chatted for a bit and I made her toast as she told me about her night shift.

As she told me about it the story got to a chap who she had caught wanking on the ward. She told me how he’d broken both his legs in a car crash and was stuck in bed and as such couldn’t get to the toilets to do it like most guys on the ward. She went on to tell me how she stood in the shadows (the ward is fairly dark at night) and watched for a minute or so then went towards him. She explained how he stopped as she neared but a distinctive tent was visible in the sheets. She said that she didn’t want to embarrass him but she would pull the curtains for him if he wanted. She said she was expecting him to be all coy but instead thanked her and before she’d finished closing him in he’d pushed the covers malatya escort down to expose what she referred to as a monster cock, reddened, swollen and throbbing. She said the cheeky fucked asked if she wanted to stay but she thought it best not to ruin her career for it and left, all be it slowly. She laughed as she told me how she asked a nurse to check up on him and give a bed bath ten minutes later and how she’ll be interested to hear about it tonight.

I suppose the story had an effect on me and I too was tenting, my cotton boxers misshapen by my hard-on. Of course Sanne was quick to notice (not that was hiding it).

“Pants off Tony…. Show me that hard little dick!”

As you’d expect I was unable to resist her demands and was naked in seconds, my hard dick pointing right at her. She actually thanked me and ushered me into the lounge where I sat in the armchair. Sanne came over and took my legs hanging them over the arms of the chair leaving me spread-eagled and exposed, my heavy balls hanging over the base of the chair.

“Don’t FUCKING move!”

Sanne then ran across the room and grabbed her video camera. I knew that if I wanted to bug-out this was my chance but I decided that I was just going to enjoy it.

Sanne fiddled for a minute with the camera then pointed it at me and started speaking what I guessed to be some kind of introduction but she was speaking in Dutch and I had little or no clue as to what she was saying. She came closer and signalled for me to start wanking with the usual hand signal. I slowly brought my hand to my cock and it was swollen beyond anything I can remember as I slowly began to stroke. I knew this was going to be difficult to maintain as I was so horny and really up for this. Sanne continued with her commentary as she circled around my chair to show my cock from every possible angle, finishing with a close up of my balls slapping against the edge of the sofa. I watched her intently as she moved away and just stood their filming hardly moving, her eyes looking at me stroke but looking at the screen every now and then to ensure she was not missing anything.

I slowly wanked myself off, trying to make it last as Sanne stopped her commentary, not more than five words of which I understood. She began lowering her stance to a squat to get a lower angle on the filming. As I looked her way I noticed that this squatting position gave me a clear and unobstructed view of her pussy, the robe parting either side of her thighs. This was just what I wanted to see, the wisps of dark blonde hair glistening in the light as she squatted there.

After another minute or so had passed she looked me in the eye and saw were I was looking. I wasn’t expecting it niğde escort but she shouted at me calling me a fucking pervert and slamming her legs tight together to obscure my view. She spoke in Dutch again, briefly pointing the camera at her face then to my face. She got up and came closer to me and slapped me across the face! I was taken by surprise and stopped jerking to touch my face. Sanne stepped back and shouted at me in Dutch followed by what I assumed to be the English translation.

“Don’t you fucking stop stroking that little dick!”

I grabbed a hold of myself again and continued my stroking but I’d lost track of time now and wasn’t really sure how long we’d been doing this. I knew I was close and said as much to Sanne. She came in closer with the camera, leaning in to get a close up of my cock head as I slowed my strokes to boost the impending orgasm.

As Sanne got closer she leaned further forward which again allowed me a view of her flesh. The robe gaped a little allowing me to see her breasts as they hung free in front of me and her movements were giving me brief glimpses of her nipples that were puffed out and swollen looking like small dark pink seashells. I was now past the point of no return and felt the familiar rush of my orgasm, my slow strokes making last until I eventually shot a huge string of cum into the air, landing on my shoulder, belly and the last of it oozing over my hand. I could feel my heart pounding under my skin and I was totally spent!

Sanne continued her commentary then turned the camera on herself as she continued to speak, her speech broken up with little bouts of laughter at what she was saying, all of which was alien to me. I looked over to the clock on the DVD player and realised I’d lasted over 25 minutes so felt quite impressed with myself but was brought back to the video as Sanne put the camera back on me, coming close again to show my cum dripping down my body.

Sanne next put the tips of the fingers from her left hand and scooped some of my cum up and smothered it around my cheeks and lips, then did it again from another pool of my cum further down. Whilst I’m not a fan of the taste of my own cum I instinctively licked my lips and didn’t give a fuck about the taste. I was still very turned on and my hard-on hadn’t gone away yet, it was tender and pulsing away with little drips of cum still oozing out the end, not missed by Sanne and her camera as she wiped my cum off her hand in my hair.

I brought my legs around to stand up and Sanne didn’t stop me so I headed upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. I noticed she followed with the camera still recording and she ran past me just before the stairs and walked up backwards in front of me, filming my still hard dick jumping left and right with my steps. Once on the landing Sanne stopped and spoke again in Dutch before telling me to give a bow, which I sort of did and she stopped the camera.

“Well done Tony…… that was excellent! Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

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Meanwhile Erin had arrived at the club in her towel to smiles from the staff – eager ones from guys and knowing ones from girls. She headed downstairs and lay on the couch, tired, and her towel came free, she just let it, exposing her naked body, and rested, half asleep instantly from the alcohol and lack of sleep of the day. She cared about nothing but rest. She was exhausted.

She soon felt a weight on top of her and opened her eyes to see it was a guy, one with his pants at his knees. She opened her eyes a touch just in time to watch him shove his dick in her barely moist pussy. She laid back after he was in her and let her right leg slide off the couch to the floor to spread herself open a bit more. She then closed her eyes and basically tried to lay back and relax as this guy did all the work. Feelings his bare skin against hers, his dick in her.

Lucky for her, the guys seemed to enjoy Erin’s passive, quiet style tonight and they all took turns on her like that, Erin happily let them, so drunk and tired that she was barely aware of what was happening, she didn’t bother to even look at who was in her, but was happy to be their human sex toy. She simply lay on the couch, left leg buried in the corner of the couch, right leg extended straight to the floor with her head against the armrest, as comfortable as she could possibly be, as these guys brought some pleasure into her night. The small hit her ego took at losing the contest was being repaired as the guys took turns grunting and moaning and pawing her. She made no effort to touch them, to react to their touch, to make any sounds.

When Jenn arrived at the male stripping contest, she took in the sights, there were about 40 guys in it and over 100 girls watching. The audience was pure female, any guy around was competing. The girls were excited too, wearing bikinis, they all crammed together as close as they could to the stage, the place had a ravenous feel to it.

Jenn basically decided to throw herself into the atmosphere and joined in with the girls as they vigorously cheered on the first guy, who came out in a thong and quickly ditched it, revealing his semi hard cock.

Jenn’s body was squeezed from all directions by other girl’s bare skin, even though she was actually wearing most than all the other girls, being wrapped in a towel, she felt very self conscious about it, one hand had an iron grip on the it just above her right breast, holding the towel on. She also noticed it was warmer here, she’d been freezing for a long time since being doused with freezing water and then having to hang out in a cool breeze at night by the beach. Jenn started to appreciate the girl’s warm bodies transferring heat to her. She also realized she was here for the same reason a lot of them were, scouting out some good talent and then making sure she would attract him. It made the atmosphere in the crowd just as competitive as the actual contest.

Jenn had managed to fight her way up pretty close during the first round, and now it was quickly down to 4 finalists, who all came out naked and with big hard ons, Jenn had never seen cocks this big in her life. They were all at least 8 inches long and thick, it made her wet just thinking about one of those inside of her.

Before they started dancing the guy closest to Jenn spotted her in her towel three rows back, seeing her massive cleavage from above and demanded her towel.

Jenn shook her head violently, but the guy kept insisting, and all three guys stopped dancing now waiting. They urged the other girls to help. Jenn yelled, “I can’t! I’m naked under here!” However that just made it much worse. The contestant yelled: “Get me that towel girls!” and to Jenn’s shock, girls around her started to pull at it!

Jenn wasn’t able to keep that towel for long as hands grabbed her from all around. The towel was ripped off her body as she was thrown around in the crowd. She would have been thrown to the ground if there was enough space for her to fall, instead she bounced around amongst the girls near her. The towel was thrown up onto the stage as everyone cheered.

This made the girls leave Jenn alone, she was more stunned than anything, she wasn’t at all embarrassed about being naked, she made no attempt to cover herself now that no one was grabbing, but still everyone was looking. She was just blown away that these strange girls basically assaulted her for her clothes. She felt violated. She just tried to keep her eyes on the stage, looking composed, but then shrieked as she felt something wet on her. Two girls leaned in on either side of her and gave each nipple a little kiss!

Just speechless, Jenn pull away, making her bare breats shake nicely. And thankfully, the real show was about to get going again. Jenn felt very awkward as her now naked body was rubbing up against girl’s bare skin in all directions. Her breasts pushed up against the girl’s back in front of her, a mass of people pushing forwards from behind. Girl’s bikini covered karaman escort breasts pressed against her as they all cheered with their arms in the air. It was a very weird and uncomfortable feeling for Jenn, but she couldn’t deny all the soft skin against her own didn’t feel nice.

Jenn didn’t care who it was, she just wanted one of those guys to fuck her. After the concert, she along with 50 other girls headed backstage. Jenn grabbed a towel from the area and put it on, but found it too small for her whole body, so she wrapped it around her waist and then the guy that had order her to strip approached her, wearing a towel around his waist.

“Hey, see you found another towel.”

Jenn laughed, not really giving a fuck what this guy said, she just wanted to fuck him. “You were good in that contest.”

“So were you, seeing you jump around naked in that crowd really got me turned on.”

“Mmmm, seeing you jump around naked on stage got me turned on.”

“I think I know something we can do then, common.”

He grabbed her hand “My name’s Don by the way.” He led her up the street away from the beach to a dark corner and ripped the towel off her body and pushed her up against a wall.

Jenn just moaned, eager to begin this experience. He crouched down and spread her legs wide as he split her pussy lips with his hand and began to flick his tongue over her already excited clit.

Jenn moaned appreciatively as she ran a hand through his hair, loving having this hot guy knelt down between her legs servicing her. However it didn’t take long before she said “Just fuck me, stick that big cock in me and fuck me hard!”

Don didn’t need to be asked twice, he stood up and let his towel fall to the ground as he stuck his thick, 8 inch dick inside Jenn’s eager pussy and then pinned her tightly against the rough brick wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Jenn loved the feeling of the big cock shoved into her tight pussy, it feel more full, every stroke just brought more intensity and pleasure to her body. She held him tightly around the neck as he rammed his cock into her as hard as he could, her back getting rubbed raw against the brick, but she didn’t even notice.

She was making a ton of noise, surely people blocks away could hear, but it was beyond control. She just loved the feeling of her pussy squeezing that big cock as it slid in and out, in and out, of her slick pussy. Then she could feel the orgasm almost there, her hands traveled to Don’s back and she dug her fingers in as she started to come, her pussy pulsating against his cock, but Don wasn’t done yet and even after Jenn’s orgasm he keep pounding her and Jenn was happy to hang on for the ride, until one final big thrust and a groan, Don came inside her and then stopped, leaving his cock deep inside her as he leaned into her for a bit of a rest before pulling out and setting Jenn down.

“That was awesome sexy. You’re fucking hot,” Dan said.

“Thanks, your big dick felt amazing in me, I’ve never had one that size before.”

“Check my back, did you draw blood?”

“Yeah, sorry, check mine, I’m sure those bricks cut me up.”

“Yup, that looks like it hurts.

“I bet it will tomorrow, I guess we’re even though.”

“Yeah, for sure, gimme your number, maybe we can get together sometime this week again.”

“Sure, bye Don.”

“Wait, I’m taking that towel. Thinking about you walking home naked after I fucked you gets me really turned on.”

“Fuck, I’ll do it. See ya.”

Jenn just took the most direct route home, it was some pretty main streets, but she didn’t care. Even though it was early in the morning when no one should he out, she got a ton of honks and a lot of other walkers stared or yelled across the streets. She passed some groups on the sidewalk going the other way and just smiled mostly as they said stuff to her, or she’d answer their questions politely.

A group of people were passing and the guys asked if she would be in their picture with them. She agreed and one of the girls with them took it. One guy then complimented her breasts and asked if he could give it a quick squeeze. Again, Jenn didn’t care and said it was fine.

He then asked if they could do another picture, but this time, him and a friend would each put a nipple of hers in their mouth. Again Jenn just agreed, they did it and had Jenn give a big smile and a double thumbs up.

The guy then asked if he could touch her pussy, which sounded fine to Jenn, she really saw no problem with her body as a source of pleasure for anyone at this point, but she felt this was going to take long so she said she had to go and no more incidents happened the rest of the short trip, except for the gawking stares of many people as she strolled through the hotel lobby and waited casually for an elevator.

She got in and stared back out as the doors closed, then headed home to find she was first in and showered and fell asleep.

Erin meanwhile kars escort was taken up to the offices where the bar manager wanted her all to himself, Erin was flattered and pleased with how turned on he was by her, he could pick from so many girls. Erin said she was exhausted and he could use her as he liked.

He grabbed her ankles and held them above her head and did as she requested.

Eventually he said he was about to cum and he moved up and came on her face, making her lick off whatever she could, getting any on her fingers and cleaning them, then given her towel back she was ordered back out wearing nothing but that towel and a face full of cum.

Melissa and Mandy were heading to the guy’s hotel room and they spent most of that trip teasing and challenging the guys, seeing what exactly they were getting into, it seemed like the guys would do whatever they said, which was amazing, normally it’s a turnoff to have some guys willing to just do whatever they said, but not tonight. It would be just right. The guys teased them back about walking along public streets in nothing but a towel, occasionally tugging at it when someone would pass by. The girls didn’t like that, not because they cared about someone seeing them naked, just that it felt less playful and more childish right now, but they didn’t care enough to object seriously. The guys they were flashing had probably had a better look not long ago.

They were both eager to be pampered by “love slaves” as they had christened them. They deserved it, they thought, after the great showing they had tonight. The felt like being worshipped personally would be a fitting end to the night.

When they got into the hotel rooms, it was 2 adjoined, they ordered the guys to shower them and get them clean.

So one guy took each girl into the shower, stripped down himself and washed her all over, from feet to face. Melissa was relaxing as this guy really went out of his way to do all the work for her, she eventually couldn’t help herself and started to stroke his cock softly as he worked.

“All clean.” he told Melissa, who let go of his dick.

“Yeah sorry stud, let’s get out of here.”

They then dried off the girls very well, as per their demands, they were then both carried to a different bed in the same room and laid down. It reminded Melissa of yesterday with Erin, but she was in control today and far more relaxed. Melissa rolled over onto her stomach and asked for a 6 hand massage, and Mandy was just rolling with what Melissa asked.

Melissa had one guy work on just her feet, another lower body and another on upper then ordered the same for Mandy.

It felt amazing, they both felt so relaxed, they were also kind of sobering up, not having drank for a few hours now, first time that had happened in a while.

They both just lay there and got totally relaxed as the guys, who all were decent masseuses worked them over.

Melissa the rolled over and spread her legs a bit to allow inner thigh access and they did the same thing, one guy worked her arms and sides while another did her thighs and the third guy stayed on her feet. She’d never had a guy give her a foot massage before, it felt very nice.

One of the guys then suggested that they pick the next activity, the girls agreed to give it a shot and they were told to close their eyes, they both then felt 3 different mouths and tongues all over their bodies, they were licking and kissing from neck to feet, slowly and erotically as they girls lay back, letting the amazing feelings run over them.

The girls loved this, frequently the guys would try to move on to something else but they were quickly ordered back to this, and they obeyed. After over an hour of being treated like sex queens they finally relented and allowed the guys to let it become more sexual.

Both girls felt their legs being gently parted more and now one guy was working on their neck and ears, kissing and biting and sucking, making the girls moan in pleasure, the 2nd was at their breasts, the third would run his fingertips softly over her inner thighs, also running trails of kiss down towards their pussies.

The guys at their pussies teased them for a long time, never actually touching them there as they were aching for it now. Then a gently touch of their lips even though the girls begged for more, until finally, simultaneously they both felt a tongue lick firmly all the way up their slit, causing them to cry in relief.

The pace quicken rapidly, now they both had two guys on their breasts, biting and sucking their nipples as the guy down low was busy working on their clits with his mouth and had inserted two fingers into their pussies.

Both girls quickly built up to orgasm, but the guys sensed it and backed off, slowing down, keeping them on the edge as they begged for more.

Both girls begged for release, but it wasn’t coming, they slowed down, bringing the girls off the brink and then quickly sped up again, kıbrıs escort frustratingly stopping as the girls were seconds away from going.

They continued doing this 5 times, changing positions to stay fresh, the girls now thrashing, desperate for release. They had to hold Melissa’s wrists as she kept trying to furiously rub her clit.

Melissa was begging for anything, “fuck me, lick my clit, finger me harder, put your cock in me.” she wailed randomly. She sure had changed from the timid, conservative girl of a few days ago. She’d had good, hot sex now, and she was addicted to the raw pleasure it provided.

Finally she saw the guy at her pussy pull her by the legs to the edge of the bed, he then slid his shorts off and put a condom wrapped dick into her pussy, Melissa moaned in approval and saw that Mandy was getting the same treatment, both of them still had two guys working on their breasts and neck area.

The guys in them went slow however, still not allowing them to cum, but going just fast enough to keep them near the edge. Melissa was crying out in frustration as she shook, her body covered in sweat and saliva.

The guy between her legs changed position a little so he was rubbing her clit as well as he started to fuck her hard. Melissa yelled and just held the two guys arms on either side of her, gripping tightly as she felt that orgasm finally coming.

And came she did, her whole body bouncing involuntarily, she could feel his cock filling her as she writhed on the bed, totally out of control of her own movements. She forced his dick out of her with a strong spasm of her pussy as she squirted again, hitting the guy with a spray of juice.

Mandy was soon after, not as violent as Melissa, but it was probably the best orgasm she’d ever had. Maybe she was just more reserved than Melissa, or exhausted, she’d had a crazy day. She tilted her head back, hands grabbed the guys upper arms beside her as her eyes rolled back in her head and she just felt wave after wave of pleasure totally consume her.

After Melissa had come down, which took like 2 minutes until she could totally relax her body again. The guy that was in her asked if she wanted more. “Oh god yes.” she whispered and he started to fuck her again, and Melissa saw Mandy was getting more too.

The guys each took a turn fucking the girls until they came, and all the girls had to do was lay there, eventually at the guys request they held their own legs up in the air at the knees.

When it was all over and all 6 guys had came, Melissa had came 7 times, Mandy 6, both were totally fucking exhausted.

Mandy, basically too tired to move then ordered them to rub her body lightly all over, so the girls laid back, eyes closed in a blissful state as the guys just lightly massaged them all over.

It felt like they were on an amazing drug, a feeling of ecstasy was in them, after what seemed like forever Mandy opened her eyes and leaned up a bit. “Wow, that was amazing guys, you’re the best. What time is it?”

“Holy shit, 7 am, you were pleasuring us for 5 fucking hours. Wow!” Mandy exclaimed.

“Unbelievable” Melissa mumbled, still in somewhat of a stupor.

“Well I guess let’s get going.” Mandy said.

“hmmm, yeah” said Melissa.

“Where’s our towels, I guess we’ll just wear those home.” Mandy said, not really caring.

So they each grabbed a towel out of the bathroom and wrapped them around their bodies, but two guys insisted they walk them home. The girls didn’t care, so with that the 4 of them departed and discussed the last night with great fondness.

When they arrived at the room the girls each gave 1 guy a long kiss and then removed their towels and collapsed into bed holding each other tightly, they were both freezing cold from walking naked in the brisk night air.

They awoke the next day with and met each other’s eyes with a sheepish grin to find they were still in a tight, naked embrace, Melissa’s face resting against Mandy’s shoulder, just above her breast, while they could each feel each others soft bodies pressed up tightly against each other. They could both feel each other’s heart beating along with their nipples against their own body.

Melissa softly moaned and pressed herself up tightly against Mandy against as she reacted by hugging her close, they both feel back asleep and stayed like that despite the other two girls making a ton of noise soon after going to get breakfast. They both also saw the two girls cuddling and joked but Mandy and Melissa were sound asleep as they laughed and made jokes about the two naked girls cuddled up together.

Returning from breakfast, Jenn and Erin shook Melissa till she acknowledged them. “You guys ready to get up yet? “

Melissa groggily shook her head no and re tucked herself into Mandy.

“Ok, we’ll just be shopping or at the beach or around, get in touch when your up. Have a good sleep lovebirds.

Still exhausted, and feeling incredibly secure Melissa just dropped her head back to Mandy’s chest and fell right back to sleep.

While they slept the other 2 just browsed the shops around them, had some ice cream and just relaxed basically, finally at like 2 pm they got a text from Melissa “Lunch?”

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