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Sometimes as a writer people ask you for a follow up story but often when a story is written a stand alone that is very difficult. When I wrote ‘Smile for the Camera’ it was always intended as a stand alone story and I have been asked about a part 2. In an idle moment while running a thought occurred to me, which as my run continued the thought grew. This is the result, I would suggest you read Smile for the Camera for background but I think this should also stand up on it’s own

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“Please,” pleaded Pete, as he spoke to his wife Sophie on Skype, “just a little flash of your sweet pussy…”

“No Pete,” Sophie replied.

“What about your boobs then,” Pete asked persistently. “If it was Helga you would, and you are miles away, and I miss you so much.” Pete tried to flutter his eyelids which didn’t really work, with his rugged blonde hair and stubble, and his well defined physique.

“You miss sex you mean,” Sophie laughed, “and you just want to get yourself off. Anyway I have a ton of work to get through before the morning, so you will just have to amuse yourself, or play with yourself, until I get home on Friday.”

With that Sophie blew a kiss and closed the connection.

Pete stared at the blank screen for a moment then smiled, as he recalled how he had first talked his wife Sophie into camming, which culminated in a hot masturbation session with a Norwegian lesbian named Helga.

Helga never knew Pete was watching, and since that first time, Sophie had connected on Skype and performed for Helga, as Pete watched from behind the screen. Afterwards the sex between them was electric, and he had encouraged Sophie to go further and meet with Helga, but she always declined, saying she was happy just performing on cam.

Pete knew from checking the records that she had spoken with Helga on at least two occasions when he wasn’t there, but had kept that information to himself.

A few hours later, after fixing himself a light dinner, Pete sat idly flicking though porn sites, pulling gently at his semi-hard thick cock, as the scenes rolled across the screen. He even toyed with a cam site at one point, to view only, of course, but found them disappointing, since all they really wanted was money. “Pity Sophie wouldn’t appear on one those,” he muttered to himself, “with her body she would make a fortune.”

Closing his eyes, Pete pictured Sophie’s tall elegant frame, her 5′ 10″ body well defined from running & regular exercise. Her 36B breasts were still firm with no sag, and her dark brown nipples would harden when Pete licked them during lovemaking. Pete was just picturing her sweet pussy with that tiny strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair when the sound of the Skype call broke him from his dreams.

Surprised to see it was Sophie, he sat at the desk, concealing his now rampant cock, just in case she wasn’t alone. “Hi Pete,” Sophie’s voice purred as she looked into the screen, “have you missed me?”

Pete looked at his wife on screen and could tell by the red flush to her neck and cheeks she was clearly aroused, and Pete just stood so his cock pointed at the camera. “Mmmm,” moaned Sophie, “you are pleased to see me, aren’t you? Perhaps its time for your treat.”

With that, Sophie moved to the secondary cam that Pete had fitted to her laptop for when she was away, that she had fixed so it was pointing under the desk in her hotel room. Pete could see straight away that she was naked from the waist down, and as she opened her kilis escort legs, he could see she was clearly aroused. Her pussy lips were puffy and glistened with her juices, and as Pete started to pull on his hard cock he said, “Have you been touching, naughty girl?”

Pete saw Sophie’s delicate hands appear, her nails were immaculate, the soft pink nail polish recently applied. Her wedding & engagement ring flashed in the light, as with one hand she held her pussy lips apart to reveal her clit standing proudly, and gently flicked it with the first finger of the other hand. “Yessss,” Sophie purred, “I am so wet.”

“Were you thinking of Helga?” Pete asked, as he fisted his cock a little faster, feeling it harden to a steel rod in his hand.

Sophie didn’t reply, but just moaned her excitement into the mic, and Pete watched as she pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy, her pussy lips sucking at her fingers, as she slowly moved them in and out.

“Get your toy like you showed Helga,” Pete instructed, his excitement growing as Sophie’s hands moved away, giving him a wonderful view of his wife’s open pussy. The toy came into sight, a realistic pink cock shaped dildo, that was almost the same size as Pete’s 8 inches. He heard his wife’s moan of pleasure, as the dildo slid into her welcoming pussy, and as his excitement grew, he noticed something odd about her hands.

The hand holding the end of the dildo being pushed in and out of his wife’s pussy wasn’t Sophie elegant, pink nail varnished hand, but one that had bright red nail varnish. The hand that twisted the dildo making Sophie moan with pleasure had no rings adorning it, and in fact, he could see the start of an intricate tattoo at the wrist. At his exclamation of surprise, Pete heard a laugh fill the room that wasn’t Sophie’s, instead it was far more guttural.

“Helga?” Pete blurted out, and the camera switched to show the two women side by side, and Pete watched his wife’s face fold in pleasure, with Helga’s arm under the desk moving slowly. From the sounds that could be heard, and the look on Sophie’s face, Helga was obviously fucking her skilfully.

Helga smiled as she said, “Sophie and I have been talking regularly for a while now, and when she said she was in town, we arranged to get together.” Pete watched stunned, as Helga continued, “and for the last hour I have been licking your lovely wife’s cunt and she has orgasmed on my face. She tastes lovely doesn’t she Pete?” Helga inquired, as she licked her lips seductively.

Pete could only nod and stroke his aching cock, as he saw how her face glistened with his wife’s juices.

“Did you not think I knew you were watching?” Helga laughed. “To be honest, I didn’t at first, but then your lovely wife told me everything. You wanted to see us together, and now here we are. Do you like watching your wife being fucked?” Helga emphasized the word “fucked” by giving the dildo a sharp twist inside Sophie, making her groan with pleasure.

And then the screen went dead.

Pete couldn’t swallow his mouth was so dry, yet the thought and sight of his wife being with Helga was so exciting, he knew he daren’t touch himself, for fear of spilling his seed.

As he wondered what was going to happen next, he saw a Skype text message appear, with a link to a website. Pete eagerly clicked the link and found himself staring at the screen, which showed a rumpled hotel bed, and in the corner of the screen, was a red counter box, boldly declaring kırklareli escort the number of current viewers as 1 — Private Viewing.

A naked woman appeared on the screen. Pete recognized it was Sophie from her body, as her upper face was covered with a mask, to conceal her identity. Moving slowly, as if in a trance, she lay on her back on the bed facing the camera, with her knees pulled up and apart. She started to touch herself, unaware of who was watching, as it was a camera with no screen.

As with all of these cam sites, there was no sound, but there was a text chat option, for the viewers to comment and make suggestions. The chat box feature identified Pete as ‘Guest 265’, and he typed, “I love you baby.”

The reply came back quickly, which was clearly not typed by Sophie, as her hands were quite busy, “Enjoy the show!”

Pete then noticed the sign on the screen changed to ‘Public viewing.’

He watched his wife’s performance, open mouthed, as she worked two fingers of one hand in and out of her pussy, while rubbing her clit with the other. Just as she moaned and writhed in ecstasy, Pete glanced at the viewer counter, and saw it had risen to 15.

Other messages started to flash on the screen.

Guest 654: “Show us your tits!”

Guest 874: “Let’s see your ass.”

Pete watched as his wife complied with each command, cupping her breasts to the camera and rolling a nipple, then turning around and wiggling her bum.

Then Helga came into view, and unlike Sophie, she had no mask, and you could see the lust clearly written on her face. She turned toward the camera, and displayed the huge black strap-on jutting out from her hips, that she fisted like it was her real cock. There was no sound, but clearly Helga had issued a command, as Sophie moved to all fours, her head down and her ass high in the air.

Helga leaned over and typed, and “would you like to see me fuck my girlfriend?” appeared on the screen.

There was a stream of “yes,” “yes,” “yes!” responses, rolling across the screen, as the now 46 viewers expressed their approval.

Pete sat stunned, his rock hard cock still in his hand, as he saw Helga typing again.

“What about you, Pete?” was the message that appeared on the screen.

There were a few question mark responses from the other viewers, confused by the message, and no response from the still stunned Pete.

“She is married, her husband is one of the 73 people now watching…but it doesn’t matter, I am going to fuck her anyway.”

With that Helga moved to behind Sophie, holding the dildo with one hand, and putting her other hand on the middle of Sophie’s back. With a thrust of her hips, Helga drove the dildo deep into Sophie’s pussy, and by the ease in which it went in, it was obvious that she was soaked. Helga then grabbed Sophie’s hips and started to thrust ferociously into her from behind.

Pete could see the black dildo sliding in and out of his wife’s pussy, while she bucked and writhed in pleasure, clearly climaxing as Helga fucked her. Pete couldn’t stand it any longer, and his hand rapidly stroked his cock, sending long streams of his seed over the table and onto his keyboard, as he ejaculated harder than he had cum in awhile.

Pete may have been finished, but Helga was just getting started, as she withdrew the black dildo from Sophie’s soaking pussy, and fed the rubber cock into Sophie’s mouth.

Sophie’s sucked and licked the shiny black cock, karabük escort which glistened with her vaginal juices, until every drop was gone, and then licked her lips and smiled, like she wanted more. Again, another unheard command from Helga, and Sophie obediently moved to lie on her back, opening her knees wide apart.

Helga typed, “Once we get to treble figures for viewers, I have a special treat…I am going to fist her!”

People must have been texting friends, family and co-workers, as the viewer counter started to shoot up, until it passed 100, and the “Room Full” sign appear when it reached 150.

Pete could only stare at the screen, his heart pounding in his chest, as he watched Helga push one, then two fingers, into his wife’s open pussy. Soon, the two fingers were joined by a third, and then finally a forth.

The only sound in the room was Pete’s own breathing, but he could tell by the way his wife was writhing on the screen, she was in the heights of ecstasy.

Helga adjusted the camera, which zoomed in as she her folded her thumb into the palm of her hand, and started to push into Sophie’s body.

Sophie arched up off the bed pressing into Helga’s impaling hand, and suddenly it slipped inside. The screen filled with the image of the embedded wrist, with Sophie’s pussy juices bubbling around it. Sophie’s pink manicured nails pawed feebly at the wrist, finally wrapping around it, and pulling the hand deeper.

To his surprise, Pete found himself getting hard again, and started to work his cum coated cock, as Helga moved her hand in and out of his wife’s pussy.

Pete was on the brink of cumming for a second time, when the screen went blank.

“Show’s over,” read the screen, as Pete slumped down into his chair, still trembling from the display he had just witnessed.

Still trying to catch his breath, and get his heart rate back to normal, he was startled by the ringing of the Skype call, eagerly clicked accept on the image of Sophie. Instead of his wife’s pretty face, however, Pete was greeted with the smiling face of Helga, grinning at him like the Cheshire Cat.

“Did you enjoy the show, Pete?” She asked sarcastically.

“Amazing!” stammered Pete.

“And are you wondering where your wife is now?” queried Helga, her smile getting bigger and broader.

Before Pete could reply, she switched to the under the desk cam, which showed Sophie’s head buried between Helga’s thick thighs. Helga’s grin transformed to a look of sheer ecstasy, which made it clear that Sophie was licking her pussy.

Helga switched the cam again, and stared at Pete with a twinkle in her eye. “Now you will watch me cum as your pretty wife licks my pussy?”

Pete’s cock was now at full attention again, and he started to work his hand over the head as he stood.

Helga laughed and said as she stroked Sophie hair, “Your husband is masturbating while watching you lick my pussy, does that excite you?”

Sophie’s reply was muffled, but from the way Helga moaned, Pete knew that she had renewed her efforts on Helga’s pussy.

Helga’s face screwed up and contorted, as her orgasm overtook her body. Knowing that it was his wife’s tongue that was causing this sent Pete over the top again, and his cock spurted jets of liquid over the table he had only recently cleaned.

Helga moaned and yelled, as she squirted into Sophie’s mouth, gripping her hair tightly before collapsing in the chair in post orgasmic bliss.

Sophie peeked out from under the desk and smiled, as she saw her husband in his chair, with his deflating cock still dripping cum.

“Speak tomorrow love?” she enquired.

“Looking forward to it my love,” Pete replied, looking at his wife’s glowing face, covered with Helga’s juices.

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My name is Roxanne. I’m 23 years old. I have shoulder-length auburn hair, green eyes, and a body I’m proud of. I work out to keep fit and trim and Mother Nature has done her part for me as well, gracing me with a figure that turns a lot of heads. Want numbers? Okay. I don’t think the numbers are as important as how a woman carries them, but for those who get off on numbers, mine are 35-25-36 and my bra, when I wear one, is a B cup. I usually just wear a cotton top under my blouse or sweater instead. I’m 5’6″ tall and weight 120 pounds.

When I was 21, I had a boyfriend named Rick who was as fond of showing me off as I am of showing myself off. I love to tease. Always have. I suppose some people might have a problem with this. Sometimes I have a problem with it myself and tell myself to stop. But I can’t for very long. It’s just the way I’m wired, I guess. Well, there are worse vices.

I’m what you would consider an ‘innocent’ tease. I don’t go out pantyless in tiny skirts or wear blouses unbuttoned to my waist. I believe it’s a bigger turn-on for guys when they get a glimpse of something they think they’re not supposed to be seeing, so I always try to give them that impression. When I undress in front of a window, the shade is always partially pulled down so it doesn’t look like I’m trying to be seen. I don’t sit in restaurants in a dress with my legs spread wide. I’m subtle. I’m restrained. When you catch a glimpse of my inner thigh you will always believe it was a total accident. You will never suspect I meant for it to happen. I just find it sexier that way.

Rick knew all about me because I told him one night when we were drunk. Otherwise, he never would have known. The night we met he caught a brief ‘accidental’ glimpse down my shirt and couldn’t stop thinking about me afterwards. Anyway, once the truth was out, he admitted that the idea of me letting other guys catch glimpses turned him on and we began to fantasize about scenarios we could use that would show me off and yet maintain my innocence. He agreed that guys enjoyed glimpses of nude innocence much more than glimpses of lewdness. I’m not saying that all guys would agree with us. To each his own. Anyway, it was the day that Rick met the son of one of our neighbors that this story really begins.

The kid’s name was Sam. He was 18 and starting his junior year. Very cute, great body, sweet. I’d seen him mowing the lawn and taking out the trash but had never spoken to him. Neither had Rick until that day when Sam and a friend were playing frisbee and it drifted into our yard. Rick flipped it back, they started to talk, and the rest is history, as they say. They became friends of a sort, in the way that 23-year-old guys and 18-year-old guys can be friends. Not really close, you know, but they played some Ultimate Frisbee together, some hoops, did some biking; that sort of thing. Often there were other friends of Sam’s included.

So, one weekend afternoon I was out on the deck sunning and reading when Rick came home from riding early along with Sam and two of his friends. He didn’t usually bring them to our house and he usually stayed out longer so I was completely surprised when I heard them come in the front door. I was lying out on the lounger in a somewhat modest two-piece bathing suit and decided the best thing to do was stay where I was. I didn’t want to go into the house dressed like that and run into a roomfull of men. I wasn’t thinking that way at the time. I was just thinking about relaxing. Showing off just didn’t even occur to me.

But they all came out on the deck and joined me, first Rick to say ‘hi’ and then shortly after Sam and then his two friends. I’d met Sam by then, and he’d always acted like a real gentleman, polite, well-spoken, not the kind of kid who stares at your chest while he’s talking to you. But, then, he’d never seen me in a bikini before. Rick noticed right away that the boys’ radar had been activated and before I knew it he had invited them all to sit down at the table which was right across from my lounger. They were happy to oblige, and the three of them sat there sipping their sodas and ogling my breasts while we all pretended to be talking. It was a bit of turn-on for me, but it was not my ideal turn-on situation. The whole thing was a bit obvious and I felt a little too self-concious to really be able to relax and enjoy it. But it got me thinking, and Rick too, and that’s when we began talking about various scenarios that could we enjoy more.

We launched stage one a week later. Rick invited Sam and the other two guys (Dave and John) to go to the movies with us, but at the last minute I begged off complaining of a headache. While they were gone, I bathed, shaved, powdered, shampooed, moisturized, perfumed,etc. You know. The works. I wanted to look my best. Then I put on a pair of plain white panties cut high on my hips, and a cotton dress that buttoned all the way from hem to collar leaving just a few buttons undone. gebze escort And that was it. Then I turned on the TV and lay down on the living room couch and waited. When I heard the key in the door I lay my head down on the throw pillow, made sure my long hair was neatly arranged and that the hem of my dress was resting just above my knees and shut my eyes. Then I heard them come in. Rick had brought all three boys home, just as we had planned.

“Oh, look, she fell asleep on the couch again,” Rick whispered.

“Should we leave?” Sam asked.

“No, no, that’s okay. She probably took one of her headache pills and when she does that, she’s out cold for eight hours. She’ll never know we’re here. Just keep your voices down.”

They tiptoed past and into the kitchen where I heard them opening beers.

“Just don’t tell your folks I gave you any,” Rick told them. They all assured him that their parents were okay with them having occasional beers as long as they weren’t going to be driving and that night all they had to do was walk next door because they were all staying at Sam’s house.

I had to lay there a while feigning sleep and trying to not get too bored before Rick brought them back into the living room to watch a video. “This is the only TV we’ve got, except for the little one in the bedroom,” he said. “As long as we keep the volume down, she’ll sleep right through.”

And so they sat. The way the room was set up, the TV was right next to the couch and across from it were the two easy chairs we usually sat in when we watched. Rick brought out two more chairs from the kitchen and set them on either side of the easy chairs so that all four of them were not only facing the TV, they were facing me as well. Finally, I was going to get to have a little fun.

After they’d been sitting there for about five minutes, I rolled onto my side facing away from them and as I did I brought my top knee up towards my waist, pulling the hem of my dress partway up my thigh. I had to wait a while in this position and as I was turned away from them, I took the opportunity to unbutton the top three buttons of my dress down to the top of my breasts. Then, after waiting an appropriate amount of time I rolled back over onto my back, and, acting like I couldn’t get comfortable, tossed and turned a little more and ended up on my opposite side, facing them. With my eyes closed, I couldn’t see just how high my dress had ridden up my legs, but I guessed it was up a good eight inches above my knees, and with my top 3 buttons undone, the top of my dress was open just to the tops of my breasts. I groaned as if I were dreaming.

“Sorry about that,” Rick said. “She must be having a dream.”

“No worries, man,” Sam answered and the other two boys agreed.

“I do love watching her when she sleeps, though,” Rick said. “She looks so innocent.”

“Yeah,” they muttered.

“And, confidentially,” Rick added, “I love looking at her body too. Not that I’m not supposed to. She’s my girlfriend. But sometimes I get the feeling that she isn’t totally comfortable with me looking at her. When we make love, you know, she usually likes to keep the lights off. So, you know, sometimes when she’s asleep. Well, you get the idea.”

“No, hey, that’s cool,” Sam said. “Some chicks are like that.”

“Yeah, and, frankly, I figure what she don’t know can’t hurt her anyway. Though why she would be ashamed of that body is beyond me.”

“I hear you,” Sam said.

“You guys ever have a girlfriend?” Rick asked. They went around the room. Sam had and claimed he’d had sex regularly with his last one. Dave said he’d had sex a few times but had never gone “all the way” with a girlfriend and John admitted that he was still a virgin and had never had a girlfriend. I think they were a little younger.

“Ever seen a woman naked?” Rick asked John. They all laughed nervously.

“Not in real life,” John answered. “Unless you count my cousin Debby when we were four.” They all laughed nervously again.

“Well, you don’t know what you’re missing,” Rick said. “You got to get yourself some.” The other two boys ragged on John for a while.

“Don’t you think Roxanne’s got a great body?” Rick asked.

“Shit, yeah,” Sam said. “From what I’ve seen, I’d say she’s just about perfect.”

As if on cue, I chose that moment to roll back onto my back and as I did I raised one knee – the one furthest from them – so that my dress would slide further down my thigh. I wasn’t facing them, so they couldn’t see up, but it felt like my raised leg was exposed almost up to my hip.

“Whoops!” Rick said. “There goes nothing. I guess I should fix her dress.” He stood up. Then he hesitated.

“That is…”

“What?” said Sam.

“Well, I was just thinking. It’s like I said before, what she don’t know can’t hurt, you know. And believe me, she is out. What do you say we let her sleep like this a while longer while we have another beer? gümüşhane escort That is, if nobody objects.”

Needless to say, nobody objected. Sam offered to go get the beers and he had to walk past the end of the couch to get to the kitchen. As he passed by my feet, he paused.

“Jesus,” he said. “Nice legs.” Dave and John jumped up immediately and joined him down at the end of the couch. With my one knee raised and my other leg flat on the couch and the hem of my dress slid up to my hip, there was a lot of my flesh showing although I wasn’t sure if they could see all the way up to my panties or not.

“Nice,” Dave said.

“Jesus,” John moaned. “She is so hot.”

Rick got up and walked over and looked. “Yeah, I love looking at her legs. I try to get her to wear shorter skirts but she’s too shy. I tell her she’s got the nicest legs I’ve seen, but she won’t believe me. They’re really soft too,” he said, as he said this he reached over and touched my raised knee and then ran his hand down my thigh. I moaned and moved my leg just a bit and they all giggled.

“Fucking hot,” Dave said. “You’re a lucky bastard.”

“Yeah, I know,” Rick said, and he ran his palm down the inside of my thigh, this time making sure to fully uncover my other thigh as well. “When I have these two creamy thighs wrapped around me, I’m in fucking heaven. Who wants another beer?”

They all did, and Rick left them there to stare at my naked legs while he went into the kitchen.

“Jesus,” John said. “I can see a little bit of her panties.”

“Shhh,” Sam said and then I heard them giggling as he reached over, took the hem of my dress carefully in his fingers and raised it a little higher so that my panty-covered crotch was exposed.

“Fuck!” Dave giggled.

“Fuck is right,” Sam said. “I’d fuck that anytime. Those thighs are so creamy, I’d love to shoot my load all over them. Wrap them around my head and lick that pussy.”

“Shhh, he’s coming back!”

Rick brought back the beers and they all sat back down but they weren’t even pretending to watch the movie anymore. They were watching me, waiting for me to change positions or something and as they did they started to trade stories about hot girls they’d known, girls they’d had sex with, hot girls in movies, strip clubs they’d been to, and on and on. Rick kept the conversation on sex, getting them more and more worked up.

Just then, I groaned again and shifted position so I was facing away from them again and stretched out both my legs. My dress had ridden almost up to my waist partially exposing my panties in the rear.

“She’s got a great ass,” Rick said.

“Can’t see a whole lot of it,” Sam said.

“Yeah, you’re right. We can fix that though.” He came over to the couch and slowly raised my dress some more, exposing my whole panty-covered ass. “Now what do you think? Nice, huh?”

“Sweet,” John said.

“Highly biteable,” Sam added. They all laughed.

“Hey,check this out,” Rick said, and he took the legband of my top leg and pulled it towards my butt crack, exposing half my ass to the boys. “Nice skin, huh.”

“Jesus,” Sam said. “Can you do the other side, too?”

“I’ll try.” He reached under my hip, grabbed the bottom elastic of my panties and pulled it up until it too was buried between my butt cheeks. Now, for all intents and purposes, my ass was completely exposed.

“Nice!” I heard Sam come over and stand next to Rick. “It looks like she’s wearing a G-string. She could be an exotic dancer with an ass like that.”

Dave chimed in, “Yeah, man. Fuck yeah!” The second beers were loosening them up.

“Jesus. I’d like to see that from the front,” John piped up. “I’d give anything to see that from the front.”

“I think we can arrange that,” Rick said. “But I think we should get her upstairs so we can get her into her bed after that. She looks like she’s going to get a chill like this.”

They all agreed and offered to help carry me, but Rick said the best thing to do was for them to go upstairs and wait in the other bedroom while he woke me and walked me upstairs. He promised them that I’d fall back asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow and they could see my G-string from the front before he tucked me in. They disappeared up the stairs, whispering and giggling.

“How you doing?” Rick whispered as he bent over and kissed me on the lips. “Having fun?”

“The best!” I whispered back and I let him lead me up the stairs while I pretended to be sleepwalking and mumbling.

I lay down on our bed on my back with my feet resting on the floor and the hem of my dress half way up my thighs. He unbuttoned another button so that my cleavage was exposed and arranged my hair to partially cover my breasts.

“How far you want to go?” Rick whispered.

“I don’t know. I’m feeling pretty hot. I’ll follow your lead and if I get uncomfortable I’ll just start mumbling and that will be your cue izmir escort to stop.”

“Okay. I love you,” Rick said and he bent down to kiss me again. Then he called the boys in from the other bedroom. They appeared in a flash.

“Okay. Where were we?” Rick asked.

“G-string?” John whispered.

“Oh,yeah, right. Let’s see.” He knelt down and slid his hands up under my dress and under my butt and tugged my panties up into my crack. Then he came around front and made sure my lips were still covered. He rubbed me there for good measure.

“Can’t we see what you’re doing?” Sam asked.

“Now, now. Don’t get greedy. I’m just making sure nothing’s showing that shouldn’t be showing. Okay, ready. You guys ready?” They said they were. They were standing in a semi-circle right over my prone body. Rick put hand on each of my knees and started sliding them up the tops of my thighs pushing the dress up. When he got to my panties he paused for dramatic effect and then continued, sliding his palms over my hips and up onto my abdomen, pushing the dress further up. Now I was deliciously exposed from the waist down except for my little white panties that were bunched into my butt crack and which he had neatly arranged to make sure my lips were still covered in the front.

“Can you roll down the waistband a little, just so it looks more like a real G-string?” Sam asked.

“I guess,” Rick said, and he took the waistband in his fingers and rolled it down over my hip bones until only my pubic hair was hidden from view.

“Jesus, that’s fucking beautiful,” Dave said.

“She does have fantastic thighs,” Sam agreed.

“Here, let’s get her turned around and all the way up onto the bed,” Rick said. “Somebody get her feet.” I felt two hands gently take my feet while Rick knelt down on the bed next to me and put his arms beneath my waist and my thighs. “Ready, go.” He lifted while they swung my legs around so that now I was lying flat on my back in the center of the bed.

“Thanks,” Rick said. “See how soundly she’s sleeping. Those fucking pills really put her out.”

“Sleeping beauty,” Sam said.

“Yeah. I never get tired of looking at her.”

“What color’s her bush?” Sam asked. “Is she a natural brunette.”

“All natural. I guess I can show you a little bit.” He sat down on the bed next to my legs and rolled the waistband of my panties down further exposing some of my pubic hair.

“Nice!” Sam said. “I love a woman’s mound, man. To me it’s like their sexiest part. You like mounds, John?”

“Huh?” John sounded hypnotized.

“You like mounds?”

“What’s a mound?”

“What’s a mound? Fuck. Come on. Tell me you know what a fucking mound is.”

“You mean her cunt?”

“Ugh! Will you listen to this ignorance? Rick, are you hearing this? Show him her mound, man.”

“I already am. Half of it anyway.”

“Come on, man. Show him the whole thing. We can’t let him remain this ignorant. It’s our duty.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“Come on, man. Another inch or so. What’s the difference. You can still keep her hole covered.”

“Okay, but just for a minute.” John took hold of the waistband of my panties and instead of rolling it as he had before, this time he knelt down in front of me between my legs and tugged down on them, pulling them out of my crack. He uncovered my entire mound and a little bit more, reaching underneath me and tugging the panties out from beneath my butt. Then he rolled them down a little bit more so that essentially they were like this narrow belt of white cotton wrapped around upper thighs just below my crotch.

“There’s a mound for you. This right here,” he said, and as he did he ran his palm over my mound, petting it. “Soft hair too.”

“Jesus,” John moaned.

“In-fucking-credible,” Dave said. “That is fucking gorgeous.”

“Yeah, I know,” Rick said. “Listen, I’m going to go get her nightgown. We can’t leave her like this all night. I’ll be right back.” He went off to the bathroom.

“Unbelievable!” John said. “Her thighs are fucking incredible. I want to bite them so bad.”

“I want to run my tongue up those thighs and bury it in her hole,” Sam said.

“I just want to see that hole,” Dave said. “What do you think? Think he’ll let us?”

“Let’s just see here,” Sam said, and I felt fingers take a hold of my panties and slide them down lower. “Now we’ll just spread these pretty knees a little more.” He put a hand on each of my knees and pushed them apart. They couldn’t spread very far because the panties were holding them together.

“I think if we get down here.” He was half-lying on the bed with his head between my knees and he was trying to pull my panties to one side to expose my lips. “There’s her lips.” The other two leaned down on either side of my thighs and peered up between them.

“Oh, man, they’re so puffy.”

“I think they’re swelling up because this is making her hot.”

“What are you talking about? She’s sleeping.”

“Never heard of wet dreams?”

“Do chicks have wet dreams?”

“Of course chicks have wet dreams, asshole. Jesus!”

“Fuck, I can smell her. She smells so hot.”

“Shhhh! He’s coming back.”

to be continued…

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Author’s Notes:

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

As usual, comments/feedback/votes are appreciated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She saved the worst ones for the last.

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

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

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

Nancy winced at that thought but continued with her ordeal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nancy blushed and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

Roberts took Sherry aside and whispered his instructions to her.

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

“Please don’t,” pleaded Sherry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sherry held up the panties for the Gregsons to admire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sherry looked pleadingly again but to no avail.

Roberts motioned Matt to proceed with the disrobing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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No husband likes to hear the words, “We need to talk.” If you hear them, however, you better listen. When I heard those words it got my attention instantly, and my heart began to race, and I even began to sweat. I turned to her and readied myself for whatever was coming, however bad it was. We were stretched out in bed, right after sex, and her words had me turned on my side, raised up on an elbow, afraid of what I was going to hear, and afraid of the heartaches that were coming.

“We’ve always been honest with each other,” she said, “and honest means to not keep things secret.” I listened and nodded without speaking. “You’ve always told me that sex was not the most important thing in a marriage, right?” I nodded again and waited. “Jake is your best friend and you share most everything with each other.”

“That’s right,” I said, figuring I knew now where she was going.

“You know I like Jake a lot.” I said I did and waited for her to go on. “Well, I’ve been thinking about Jake quite a bit lately,” she said with a shy smile. She paused and was quiet for a long time. “In fact, I have been thinking about Jake more than just about anything lately, and I need to tell you just how I really feel. I’d rather you know what was going on, and not sneak around.” I moved forward and kissed her on the lips.

My wife had the hots for my friend, I now knew, and she was trying to tell me the truth. Funny, but I had already fantasized about that for years, had pictured them in my imagination fucking like teens, kissing and petting, sucking and pleasuring one another with the intensity of newlyweds. I am not sure just why, but what I had dreamed about, fantasized in private, seemed to be happening.

“Sorry for feeling this way, but I can’t stand it any longer. I have been attracted to your best friend for a long time, but now it’s gotten really difficult to think of anything else. I’m miserable lately. I want him inside me,” she confessed softly. “I want to feel his cock in my pussy. I’m desperate to have him make love to me; to feel his fingers and tongue in my pussy.”

“So that’s it?” I said in amazement. “You want to fuck Jake, and that’s the big problem?” I said. “Is that all? Like you said, he and I have shared everything. Sharing my wife’s pussy is not a world crisis. If that’s all you want, everything’s fine.” I said. “You’re not telling me you want to run off with him, are you, leave me in misery? Live with Jake?” She shook her head. “I thought it was going to be something awful. Having sex with my best friend is just a small matter. Hell, I’ve been thinking rize escort of that myself for years now,” I said as I kissed her.

She looked at me, incredulous, bewildered by my willingness to let her fuck my friend. “Really? You have wanted that?” she asked, amazed at what I’d said. “It would be all right with you for me to have sex with Jake?” she asked. I told her it was the most common fantasy in the world for an awful lot of married men, sharing their wives. “Many guys want that,” I told her. “In some cultures men even share their wives with male house guests. A man will offer his wife as an act of friendliness, or hospitality, like good manners. So how long has this been bothering you, this desire to fuck Jake?”

She was quiet for nearly a minute, processing what I had just said, thinking about the possibilities, then she blushed and smiled. “Probably since before our wedding night,” she said, a bit embarrassed by admitting the truth.

“So on our honeymoon” I said with excitement, “you wanted to fuck the best man? That’s amazing. I wish you’d had told me then. We could have started our marriage with a threesome.”

After that we talked for quite a while that night about her sexual attraction to Jake, her feelings of guilt, and about how much she wanted him inside her, to be able to have endless sex with the man who’d been beside me at our wedding.

“You really have thought about this before?” she asked again with a silly grin. I explained that I had, that it was called the Hotwife Concept, that I had wanted to watch her being fucked by someone else for years, and that Jake was the perfect choice. She listened and her smile grew. “You wouldn’t mind seeing him put his cock in my pussy?”

“I’d love it,” I said. “I’d love to watch.”

We immediately began planning just how we would make it happen. I suggested I talk to him, but she said she’d like to be the one to talk to him first. She told me they’d talked about it, but he had not wanted to do anything behind my back.

“So he knows you want to fuck him?” I said.

She nodded shyly. “Yes, but we decided not to do anything without your knowledge.” she explained.

She called Jake and they decided to meet to talk about it. When she left to see him, I was nervous as a cat waiting to hear what they had decided, how it would go. He wanted to fuck her, that was not in doubt, and she would tell him I knew and supported their going ahead and having sex. When they got home from meeting and talking they stood outside at the door for awhile, probably kissing on the porch, probably sakarya escort nervous about how it would go They came in and we went to the dinning room and sat at the table.

“Well, you going to fuck my wife tonight?” I asked trying to break the ice.

He smiled, leaned toward her and they kissed, then he turned to me and shook his head. “I’d like to,” he said. I suggested we all get naked and he helped her take off her clothes and then they both took his off. I stripped and joined them, then we went into the den and they stood together near the couch.

“So how long have you wanted my wife’s pussy?” I said.

He looked at her and they smiled, then he looked at me and said, “Since I first met her.” As she stood naked next to him I admired their nude bodies side by side. They looked so good together. Her trimmed pussy stood out below her belly button, her shaved mons giving just the right framing to her puffy labia that glistened between her legs and looked so ready. Her breasts were pert and erect, her nipples firm and pink and aroused. She took his hand and they kissed, then I nodded and they followed me into the bedroom.

“You two enjoy the night,” I saiid as I shut the door behind me. I wanted so to stay and watch him fuck her, but I also knew they needed privacy, and I wanted that for them as much as anything.

I got home the next morning around ten and stood in the hall looking in at them stretched out on the bed still asleep. They were nude and she was face down, her lovely bottom exposed to me, the sheets pulled aside and her legs over the end of the bed. I imagined what it had been like the night before, his erection pushing into my wife’s pussy with an energy and desire he had been denied for so long. They had most likely fucked most of the night, and now slept off their lively first time together.

I felt pleased and energized by knowing their sex was so good and left them so spent. I hoped some day I would be able to witness it, to see them fucking and enjoying one another freely and with a passion I also felt for them. He’d lusted after, then fucked my wife with my approval, throughout the night and as her legs were slightly open I could see the redness from the energy of his cock pushing into her repeatedly as most of the rest of the world slept. They’d made love with my knowledge and consent and I watched them sleep with a satisfaction and contentment I cannot explain. I let them sleep and went into the kitchen to fix myself breakfast and coffee. As I was putting my food on the table Claire came into samsun escort the room and came to my side.

“Thank you,” she said, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me. “I had a glorious night,” she said. “He fucked your wife until her pussy was raw. He even fucked me to sleep.”

“You can rest today,” I said.

“We might want to make love again, let you watch,” she said with a smile. “Would you like to watch?” she asked.

“Do bears shit in the woods?” I asked, obviously wanting it to happen.

“They do,” she said, “and I guess you want to watch. Let’s let him sleep, but when he wakes up, I think he will be up for it.”

“Of course,” I said. “He’s been ‘up’ for you since he was an adolescent. He would fuck my wife at Yankee Stadium,” I said, “with the stands full and with live TV coverage. I guess you are not all worn out,” I added, knowing full well that Claire could go another few rounds with my old friend Jake even after the night they’d had.

I moved up to her and we kissed. I could taste him on her lips. The taste didn’t repel me, and I pictured him coming in her pussy and then spurting on her stomach. When he came down I asked him how his night was.

“Terrific,” he said. “She is one great piece of ass. If you don’t know that by now, I don’t know what you’ve been doing with yourself all this time,” he added.

I followed the two of them into the bedroom and sat in the corner of the room. At first they kissed, then he played with her pussy and kissed and licked it devotedly. He was already hard and after awhile he pointed the stiff boner at my wife’s slit and moved it between her legs. I was excited to see him fuck her, and my heart was beating like an Indian drum at a war dance.

“Oh yes, fuck me,” she cried as he pounded into her, rapidly thrusting between her labia. Her legs were wide open and her hand was on her pubis, rubbing her own clit as he fucked her. When she came it was with a shout and the pleasure exploded from her throat.

When his cock was soft, she knelt on her knees and took his flaccid cock in her mouth and sucked it back to full size, licking and sucking him lovingly. He came again in about ten minutes and I thought how incredible it was he could be ready so soon after coming before.

When he came she kept her mouth over his cock and drank him down as each spurt of come shot from his erection. “You two are amazing,” I said. “Anytime you want to have a spectator I’m ready and willing to watch.”

They both smiled and collapsed together, ignoring me and cuddling in the afterglow. I had been able to watch my wife fuck my good friend and I was tired from watching them ravish one another.

It has been a while since I first watched them having sex in my bed, but now it is a regular event. They get to fuck and I get to watch. What could be better?

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School Daze: Chapter 3, Going Solo

The story School Daze contains chapters one and two Of the adventures of our three friends. If you haven’t read them you may want to do that first.

Erin was waiting for me when I arrived at our first class at eight o’clock the next morning. We both greeted each other with shit-eating grins while she gently grabbed my arm and gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning” I greeted

If the memories of last night were not vivid enough, seeing Erin and getting a whiff of her perfume made my mental pictures even stronger.

“Good morning, is that all you can say. I thought after last nigh this morning might be a little better than good.” She said with a sly smile on her face.

“No, your right it’s a fantastic morning. The sun is out, the air is fresh, you’re here and it is Friday.”

We walked into class and sat next to each other and suffered through the first class of the day. This first class of the day was turning out to be a real dud and I made a mental note to make sure I was well caffeinated in the future.

We both got through the anatomy class and quiz in the next session. I look over at Erin during the quiz and couldn’t help but notice a smirk on her face as she labeled the diagrams of the male genitalia.

I hooked up with Erin after class. Human sexuality class only met two days a week so there was no class today. This also meant no Amanda today also. Erin and I got some coffee and sat down on the lawn near an open grassy area.

” You sped right through the quiz, no problems with the male anatomy eh.” I teased her.

“No, I had a good study session last night. How about you, any problems with the quiz?”

“No, the material was still petty vivid in my mind.”

I tried to talk Erin into a “study session” over the weekend but, I was informed that her parents were in town visiting and studying would be on hold.

“Anyway, Thursday is our designated study night. We can’t break our agreement so soon. And remember no “studying” by yourself, you have to study with the group.”

“Thursday! I don’t know if I can hold off until Thursday, I may explode.”

“Just see that you do. It’s not going to be a walk in the park for me either.” Erin quipped back.

“Ok then, Thursday it is.” I said as I started to get up. “Have a good weekend with your folks and give Amanda a hug for me.”

“Will do, and have a good weekend yourself. See ya Monday.” Erin stood and gave me a kiss on the cheek and with her free hand gave my crotch a little squeeze. “And remember, no studying alone.”

Erin walked off and I felt the lingering of her little crotch squeezing I could feel myself start to get hard again. No doubt about it, this was going to be a long week.

Everywhere I went that weekend, something reminded me of sex. Not that I don’t think about sex all the time anyway, but not being able to find any relief magnified every little encounter. First was the sweet little thing in the tank top in front of me at the convenient store getting some beer. No bra with perky nipples straining at the fabric of her cotton tank top with short shorts crawling up the crack of her ass. She dropped her change, I’m sure on purpose, giving me a great view down the top of her shirt as she bent down to get it. I was looking right down her top as she was looking me straight in the eye. I was busted. Knowing she gave me an eye full she smiled as she glanced at my crotch to see if she got her desired effect. She did.

Saturday afternoon I went to the library to do some real studying. I settled down at a table in a quiet section and spread out my stuff. It was still early in the semester and the building was all but empty. No one studies this early in the semester. They usually wait until its time to cram. The only other person around was this pretty little redhead sitting at a table about twenty feet away. Whenever I go to the library, I like to find a spot near a pretty little something. That way I can let my mind wander when I need a break.

From where I was sitting I could see under her table and had a good view of her legs and the area that was being hidden by her short little tennis skirt. When she readjusted her self and uncrossed her legs I could see a little further up her skirt. The longer we studied the higher her skirt rose. I tried not to stare but I was sure she caught me glancing now and then. Before I knew it, I started to feel that stirring in my pants. Finding it difficult to get comfortable I kept fidgeting in my chair trying to find a position to revealing the stress in my shorts. Sensing my discomfort, my little friend kept the pressure on, letting the skirt rise even more letting her red and white checked cotton panties come into view. As my eyes strayed from my work we would occasionally catch each others eye. She would give me a little smile, return to her work and let her legs spread a little further apart.

Not being able to take much more of this excitement, I decided to head to the gym to burn off some frustration. I worked on the heavy bag for about thirty kuşadası escort minutes and got in six rounds of sparing. This is an intense workout and drains ones energy. Usually after a work like this it is difficult to get an erection until I have a few hours to recover. After a shower and change of gear I headed home.

Walking up the stairs to my little second floor apartment I met my neighbor Cindy on her way down. Cindy is a dizzy little blond that lives with her boyfriend and is always teasing just about anything in pants. The staircase isn’t wide enough for to way traffic so we had to turn a little sideways to let each other pass. As we passed Cindy got right up next to me and let her breast brush across my chest as we passed.

“Excuse me. I apologized as she brushed against me.”

She didn’t say a word. She just looked back, winked and went on her way. Damn, I was hard again.

The next day wasn’t any better. Every time I saw a tight little body I would feel my cock start to stir. My nocturnal erection took on new meaning. I would find myself stoking my erection in my sleep and wake up with a hard-on that could drill through granite. I was so horny the crack of dawn wasn’t safe.

Monday morning finally came at last. I ran into Erin outside our first class.

“Have you been a good boy?” she asked.

“I have and it hasn’t been easy. As a matter of fact, I had a wet dream last night. I don’t think that breaks our little convenient does it?”

“I guess not, I guess there is any thing you can do about what happens when you’re asleep. You were really asleep right?”

“Scouts honor”

“How about you, have you been able to refrain?”

“I have, but I have to admit, I‘m having erotic dreams”

I sat next to Erin for the first two classes and managed not to cum in m pants as I took in the aroma of her perfume and recalled her naked body on the dinning room table. Amanda was there waiting for us when we walked into Human Sexuality class. it was a joy to also see her smiling face and tight little body. I sat with the girls on either side of me and I sort of felt like Hugh Hefner.

Erin leaned across me and told Amanda about my wet dream and she smiled.

Pam entered the class, dropped a small pile of notes on the lectern, and addressed the class.

” When it comes to masturbation there are two kinds of people, those who do it, and those who lie about it.”

Pam had a way of addressing what was sure to be a delicate discussion with a little humor to break the ice.

“Let’s start our discussion today with reasons why masturbation is better than sex.”

She looked right at me. “Since you’re the only male left in the class, why don’t you start us off”

I briefly looked around and saw that the only other guy was absent and assumed that he dropped the class (which I found out later to be true). I have to admit I was starting to get a little nervous. Some twenty odd pairs of female eyes looking at me to open up the discussion on a very personal subject. After all only two of these ladies had actually watched me masturbate. I thought I might try to play off Pam’s opening remark.

With as innocent a face as I could muster, I said. “I don’t know what your talking about, I don’t masturbate . . . ’

Pam laughed and shot back at me “You lie like a rug”

The class let out a roar of laughter. “Ok,” I started out again.”How about you don’t have to wait for your partner to be in the mood.”

“Good start, anyone else want to chime in”

After a few seconds someone said. “You can’t get pregnant”

That was followed with “You can’t get a disease”

Then they started coming from all corners of the room.

“Relieves boredom”

“Its relaxing”

“You always get to orgasm”

“Helps you sleep”

“You don’t have to worry about your partner”

Pam jumped in.” We have a lot of good reasoning here. Let’s look at a few of these in more detail. Let’s look at the health benefits first. Society is obsessed with sex, but we don’t see the headlines “Study Shows Daily Masturbation Reduces Stress, Invigorates Heart, and Prolongs Life.” It’s just another example of the taboo clothing this simple sexual activity, because all of that is true!”

“Next to running, masturbation is my favorite way to clear my brain. I take that back, I prefer masturbation to running. It is not as nearly as hard on the knees.” She continued.

“People have been obsessing for so long over the mythological health risks of masturbation that they don’t stop to think about the numerous benefits. Not only dose it relieve stress, it helps you sleep , keeps your pelvic muscles toned, it’s a good cardiovascular workout, and it’s probably good for your complexion! What’s more, this simple act of taking responsibility for your sexual needs is bound to improve self-esteem and self-confidence.”

“Every time you masturbate you’re asserting your identity as a sexual person. Masturbation is sex. If you believe you’re only being sexual when you’re with a partner, you’re missing out on an entirely kocaeli escort satisfying, fulfilling aspect or your sexual self.”

“When you masturbate you actively cast off those repressive Victorian attitudes about sex instilled in you by parents, teachers, clergy, politicians, and the media. You’re not going to go blind; you aren’t going to grow hair on your palms, you aren’t “wasting your seed”; you’re not frigid; you aren’t being punished, you won’t get a disease. You’re celebrating your sexuality and practicing safe sex. Give yourself a hand, literally. Believe me those repressive thoughts have sent more than one person into therapy.

“What better way to learn about your anatomy and sexual responsiveness than by masturbating? We are all unique sexual beings, and masturbation will teach you just what type of stimulation feels good where. We don’t have buttons that you can just push. Each of us has their own idea of what they need and feel. With this knowledge, you can explore and experiment sexually, with by yourself or with a partner.”

“Alone, you’re responsible only for your own pleasure, so you’re free to go as slowly or as quickly as you like. You’re more likely to give yourself the time and permission to practice until something works for you. Once you’ve discovered the secrets of success, you can approach partner sex with more confidence.”

“Ok, she paused, let’s get a little graphic here. I have found that having a good open talk about masturbation can break down the barriers in the class and will provide for good open discussion for the rest of the semester. So it’s time to tell our masturbation stories. I’ll break the ice and go first.”

“What works best for me is direct clitoral stimulation. I will wet my fingers from my mouth, from between my legs or with a product, such as K-Y liquid or massage oil. Then I use the first two fingers of both hands to spread the skin a little, the others to stroke. It is fabulous to begin stroking the center of my clitoris, then while continuing the strokes, move them around, then down, below the center of greatest sensitivity, every now and then bringing them stroking right back into the center, up onto the hardest part, then as orgasm approaches, back down . . . repeating this several times. What it amounts to is a self-tease of sorts and makes the resultant orgasm wonderfully intense. Watching with a mirror close up makes it even more fabulous. I just have to be careful not to come too quick, or the intensity of the orgasm is too very reduced.”

I was mesmerize by her talk and I wasn’t the only one the whole class was waiting on every word. By the time she was half way through her description I was hard as steel. I don’t think I was the only one she was having this effect on because although, we all hanging on every word I noticed a lot of the ladies were starting to fidget in their seats. Erin and Amanda included. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful sexy lady was openly talking about her most privet moments in front of the class.

“I’m not opposed to using toys now and again, but that is a different story. Enough about me let’s talk about you. Who wants to go next?”

The class was silent everyone’s eyes were roaming around the room wondering if anyone would speak up.

“Come on now,” Pam replied o the silence. ” I have opened myself up here who’s next?”

I couldn’t believe it when a voice next to me started to speak up.

“I like to use a string of beads . . . ” Amanda started confidently, . . . the ones you wear around you neck . . . like from Mardi gras. I like to Pull the beads back and forth so one strand is on either side on my clit. If I’m not wet yet this can be kind of painful so I my need to lubricate them a bit first. The orgasm feels so incredible! And if I insert my fingers and stimulate my G-spot when I am about to orgasm, I’ll squirt a little when I orgasm. I used to be embarrassed about squirting, you know, because I thought it was urine, but I recently was convinced it’s not urine just a great orgasm.

“A squirter, great! You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Pam remarked, “we will talk more about female ejaculation at our next meeting. Ok, who’s next to tell us a story.”

The room continued to be silent. “I think the ladies are a bit apprehensive to talk around a guy. Perhaps if you would tell us how you like to masturbate it may help things a long.” Pam said looking right at me. She took a seat on one of the desk tops waiting for me to start.

I started slowly and a bit hesitant. “Sometimes I will start by just letting my finger tips run along the underside of my penis when I first start touching myself, I’m really sensitive there. Then I may use some lubricant, hand lotion usually. I will make a circle with my thumb and forefinger and start sliding it up and down slowly. Then I will place one or both hands around my penis, and stroke up and down along the shaft. I also enjoy encircling the head of the penis with each stroke sometimes I will use the other hand to massaging my balls . . . excuse me, my testicles. I like to take konya escort my time. The longer I can hold off the more intense the orgasm.”

“Do you use any porn to help you along?” Pam asked.

“Sometimes, but I have a very vivid imagination. I may just think about sexual situation ones from my past or just fantasize sometimes it’s a little weird but, I like to think about how a woman smells, it is a real turn on for me.”

“That’s not weird, smell can be a powerful turn on. What about toys, ever use any?”

“Well. only a couple of times. One time I used a girlfriends vibrator along the side of my penis. And then there is always the shower massage.”

“Thank you for sharing with us. Next”

A voice from the back of the room started up. It was the red headed girl from the library on Saturday. I hadn’t noticed her in the class before with Erin and Amanda monopolizing my attention.

“I read erotic stories. I start to rock back and forth, the seam of my pants rubbing my self though my panties. Then I go to my bedroom and rub my breasts with some lotion. My nipples get so hard perk right up. By now, I’m too wet and turned to prolong anything. I lay face down on my body pillow on my bed and rub my hard clit in small flicking motions. I cum so hard sometimes, one time my next door neighbor called to complain. I’m in a duplex and his room is right through my wall, I told him it was just the TV.”

“That’s great. I like to read erotic stories too.” Pam remarked. “Let’s hear another.”

With every story I got harder. I was starting to think that the ladies were starting to enjoy the effect they were having on me, but I wasn’t alone I was sure I got a whiff of female excitement.

Erin decided it was her turn.

I start in the shower. I like to get all slippery with soap and rub myself everywhere. Once I get really turned on, I will dry off and lay on my bed. I take my index finger and slowly begin to stroke my clit. Then take out my red gel vibrator , place it directly on my clit, and start off slow. As the vibrator hums against it, I can feel it pulse — kind of like my heart beating. Thud-thud, thud-thud . . . Then I move the vibrator around, until I hit what I call the “sweet spot.” This is the spot on my clit that, when I put the vibrator against it, the throbbing really begins. I then lay back, and pinch my nipples. Then I let the vibrator slip inside me and start to rub my clit with my other hand. The pressure against my clit begins to build until I suddenly feel myself go over the edge.

“Another great technique.” Pam announced.” If any of you ladies out there don’t have a vibrator, I suggest you don’t hesitate and go out and get one.”

“And one more thing” Erin replied. “I liked to be watched.”

When she said that I about came in my pants.

Pam announced that class was over for the day. And we could pick up on this theme next time.

When I got up from my desk my erection had still not subsided I could even feel a wet spot form the pre-cum I was starting to leak. As I walk past Pam, I could tell she notices the lump in my levies.

“Enjoy the class?” She asked.

“Yea, never been to one like it.”

Erin and Amanda were waiting for me outside the building. Both of them were staring at my crotch without even trying to avert their eyes.

“Looks like class an effect on you.” Amanda remarked.

“Tell me your panties didn’t get a little damp in there today.”

“Actually, they are drenched and my nipples are as hard as bullets too. I don’t think I can make to Thursday.”

“I don’t either,” Erin jumped in.” Let’s meet tonight at our place. How about eight.”

“Make it seven.” I said.

“Ok, seven it is. Right now Amanda and I have a little shopping to do. Would you believe she doesn’t have a vibrator?”

” I wouldn’t have expected that.”

” I just never felt the need. I have always been able to have great orgasms without one.”

“If you get Amanda a vibrator we, may not see she for a week. She will just lock herself in the bedroom until the batteries need to be replaced.”

“Oh, you well see me. I’ll just do it the livingroom. I enjoy being watched too.” She joked.

” Let me go with you. It will be fun helping you pick out your first vibrator. Make sure you get the extra long life batteries.”

We hopped into my truck and headed downtown to a little lingerie and novelty shop that Erin knows. On the way down Erin was telling us the “ins and outs” of different vibrators she has had. Apparently sweet little innocent Erin has had some experience with battery operated toys and has even worn out a few.

The shop was tastefully arranged with some high quality garments. Off to one side by no means hidden was the toy section. To our surprise two other of our classmates were already there looking over the merchandise. Erin was in her zone showing Amanda and me the different devices. Big ones, lip stick size one, penis shaped, rocket shaped, egg shaped. All sizes and colors. Amanda decided on a slim ( C battery ) pink rocket style, very feminine looking one. At the cash register we got some batteries and checked out. Amanda started to retrieve a credit card from her purse, but Erin and I wouldn’t let her pay for it. We split the cost between us stating it would be an honor to be allowed to present her with the gift.

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Playing Again

A Bradley International Story

*

It has been a few months since the incident. I have tried to play it safe but I still wear low-cut tops and short skirts. I have, however, refrained from blatantly flashing anyone on the highway. At first, I was nervous. I kept expecting him to show up again. I’m not sure if I was afraid or just anticipating it. I still dreamed about that night, though mostly they were wet dreams. I would wake up straddling my pillow grinding my mound into it. He really did a number on me.

However, here it is, months later and I’m horny. The guy of my dreams/nightmares never showed up again and this issue isn’t fixing itself. I woke up again humping my pillow dreaming of being bent over a deck chair. I decided that today I was going to stop playing it safe. I would go to work, show my ass (maybe even literally), and tonight I would go out somewhere to have a good time.

I dug through my closet to find an outfit that was work appropriate but still said, “Hey, check out my ass,” as much as possible. I didn’t own any shirts that didn’t show a decent amount of cleavage, so that wasn’t a problem. I added my demibra to the ensemble as well as a sweet pair of red fuck-me pumps. If you are wondering about panties, no thanks, this girl goes commando.

The drive to work was uneventful. It’s difficult to get into the flashy mood when you’re fighting through gridlock, are still half asleep, and the coffee you tried to inhale keeps burning your tongue. Not to mention, no one else is awake enough to notice you. I swear I could hear a steady drone of “Time to make the doughnuts” coming from the cars surrounding me.

I got to work just as my boss oozed out of his car. He, of course, slinks up next to me. I generally keep my distance from him. I know what he wants but he should know by now, he isn’t getting it. He is welcome to watch and wank all he wants, but that dick isn’t getting anywhere near me.

Being The Bradley in Bradley International keeps him from being kneed in the balls by most of the women in the company. We suffer him as much as necessary. The problem is he never does anything so dramatic that we can call it sexual harassment. He just has a way of looking at a woman that makes her skin crawl.

As he approached me he glanced down at my chest while he slowly raised his eyes to the general location of my face.

“Good morning Melanie! I am so glad I caught you this morning! I hope you will have that analysis ready for me today. If you see you need help with anything, feel free to stop by my office. I would be more than happy to help you out .

“Thanks Mr. Bradley, but I’m pretty sure I can handle it”

“Oh trust me; I have very little doubt in your ability to handle things.”

(Innuendo much?) .

“I look forward to seeing the results of your analysis.”

Thankfully, at that moment, poor Maryann walking toward the entrance diverted his attention.

Completely distracted, he turned and headed her way. God I would not wish him on my worst enemy but I was thankful it was her and not me!

I rushed to the elevator hoping to get on it and get the doors closed before he had a chance to catch up. I did not want to be stuck on there with him alone.

Smashing the button on the elevator, I breathed a sigh of relief as the doors shut. I leaned back against the wall and tilted my head back to stare at the ceiling. That is when I noticed a small camera in the corner.

I loved security cameras! That meant someone could be watching! I could get a few nipple slips in before the elevator hit my floor.

I pretended to fumble through my bag allowing my lotion to spill out. When I bent down to retrieve it, I let my breasts slide forward in my bra where I could feel the edges of my nipples break free for a second. I stood back up and pretended to look around for cameras. Then, I re-adjusted my breasts, being sure to reach in deep and let flesh peak out. Just as I pulled my hand out of my top, the doors opened.

I sauntered my way to my cubicle. Barbara was already at her desk plinking away at her keyboard. She looked up briefly acknowledging my presence.

“Good morning sunshine. What’s shaking?”

Grinning, she replied “My vibrator”

I laughed knowingly. Barbara made me look like a pristine virgin. Her sex drive was scary. Thankfully she kept herself under control but I helped when I could. That’s what friends do. Today, I was feeling exceptionally friendly.

“Let me know if you need any help today. I’m willing to lend a hand … or whatever…if you need it.”

Her pupils dilated and her nostrils flared as I watched her cum right there in front of me. Apparently her vibrator comment wasn’t just a joke. She shuddered and took a deep breath. “Thanks, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind and thanks for sending me over. It was just the image I needed”

“Ha-ha, you are quite welcome my friend. I will see you later.” I laughed, happy to have already helped a little.

I mersin escort walked the rest of the way to my cubicle, feeling the heat between my legs. I paused to pull my skirt a little higher. There were only a few of us at this end of the aisle and no one was in yet. I wanted to feel the air on my pussy.

The breeze from the air conditioner chilled the moisture pooling between my lips as I walked. I hurried the rest of the way to my cubical so that I could sit in my chair with my legs spread wide open. As soon as I got there, I threw my bag on my desk, shimmied my skirt up more, and sat with my legs as far apart as the chair would allow.

I heard voices approaching, but I knew they would not come all the way back. I reached down and squeezed the insides of my thighs pulling on them and opening myself up further. I did not want to cum. I liked being on edge. I liked being able to bend over in front of a guy and let him see me wet and swollen. I smacked my pussy a few times, making my hips jerk in need.

I turned just in time to see Carson walk up to my cubical. He worked just across the aisle from me.

“I see you’re in a mood today,” he said smiling and motioning towards my splayed legs. “I hope this mood means we’ll be seeing more of you than we have been lately. I’ve missed my glimpses of heaven.”

“We will just have to see now won’t we?” I teased, turning around in my chair and doing a Sharon Stone leg change.

He grinned as he turned to walk back to his desk, the bulge in his pants telling me that I was off to a good start.

I forced myself to turn to my desk and focus on my work as much as possible. I knew Mr. Bradley was not kidding about that report. I wanted to be sure to have that to his secretary before lunch so that he didn’t have any excuse to come looking for me. The brief moment I spent with him this morning was more than enough to last me for a while.

Once I emailed Clarice my analysis, I breathed a little easier. I usually did not have to deal with Mr. Bradley directly, going instead through my immediate supervisor. This request, however, was different. He brought it to me directly from the client. They were normally not so specific in their needs, being happy to get what data we gave them. As I worked on the report, I found myself more and more curious about it but thankfully it was finished and out of my hands. I even included a summary and detailed explanation of everything so that he did not have to ask me about any of it. Anything they needed would be in there. Howard Engineering was one of our biggest clients. When they barked, we all jumped, including Mr. Bradley.

With that out of the way, I was able to take a short break. I piddled around on my phone, checking out a few exhibitionist websites that I had some of my pics posted on. I was so excited the day that I found them! I knew there were plenty sites for voyeurs but not exhibitionists. The ones that I found let you share photos of yourself for other people to rate and comment on.

Like now, I checked several times a day to see how my pictures were doing. I loved when people printed them out and paid tribute. The thought of someone getting that worked up over me just turned me into mush. Today, a man from Minnesota paid tribute to a shot of my tits spilling out of my bra. He even made sure to aim directly into my cleavage. Thanks to him, I now needed to find a cloth before I ruined the leather of my chair.

I glanced over at Carson. I wondered if he would be up for a quick game of Flash. He usually didn’t mind a good tease nor did he mind returning the favor. If it got too bad, a quick bathroom break took care of it nicely.

I reached in and pulled my tits up as far in my bra as they could go without popping out. I whistled to Carson to get his attention, and then turned to show him what was peeking.

“Really?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “It’s about damn time you straightened out. I missed the old Melanie.” He reached down and unzipped his pants.

Using the tip of his finger, he stroked the opening. “We’ve missed you.”

I watched as the white cloth beneath the zipper began to gradually rise through the opening. I reached behind me for my bottle of lotion. His eyes widened and the cloth of his boxers rose again as I squirted the lotion into my cleavage. I dipped my fingers in the mess smearing it around the exposed globes. The deeper I shoved my hand, the lower my neckline went. My nipple caught between my fingers and peaked tighter. I repeated the motions on my other breast making sure the dark caramel of my nipples blazoned against my blouse.

Carson licked his lips and spread his legs apart. The gap in his pants opened more and he rubbed the palm of his hand down across it. His breathing increased as he continued. Each time, he pressed the heel of his hand down a little harder.

I pulled my skirt up until the tops of my thighs showed. The apex glistened with moisture. I slid my thumbs down into the crevice and used muğla escort my hands to pull my thighs open. My thumbs dripped with my juices. I let Carson see it, before I raked them across my tits.

Even though they were still somewhat damp, I flicked them across my nipples causing them to tighten further into sharp pebbles.

Carson finally allowed the beast lurking in his pants to slip free of its confines. His boxers spilled out the opening of his pants, releasing his hardened cock.

Instantly my fingers went back to my dripping slit. Watching Carson stroke his cock was always a pleasure. He put on quite a show.

The thick purple head, glistening with pre-cum, peaked out first. I put my cum-covered finger into my mouth and sucked on it, while his demonstration enraptured me.

Just as Carson seemed ready to pop, I heard shuffling feet coming our way. I quickly adjusted my clothes only to see Barbara’s flushed face rounding the corner. I didn’t even bother letting Carson know. He enjoyed an audience as much as I and I knew Barbara would enjoy the view.

Her eyes widened and her face lit up as she saw what occupied Carson.

“Looks like I picked right time to come say ‘Hi’.”

Carson looked up long enough to give her a heated glance along with a sly grin.

Walking up to her, I whispered, “Are you headed for a bathroom break? I know I sure need one.”

Carson’s heads popped up. “Care if I join you? I don’t know how much longer I can last especially with you two hot commodities watching.”

“What do you say Melanie? Think we could help poor Carson out of his predicament?”

“Mmm yeah I think we could fix his problem.”

I turned, set my computer to away, and grabbed the out-of-order sign from my desk. Barbara and Carson had left without me.

I reached back to grab the bottle of lotion (just in case) and sprinted to the bathroom. I had to shove my way in as Barbara was already on her knees with Carson pressed against the bathroom door. She was double-fisting his cock while sucking hard on the head.

“Ok Barb, you’re going to have to share honey.” I said as I knelt down beside her. She released her hands but kept her mouth where it was. I took the opportunity to wrap my lips around the side of his shaft. My tongue swept across the underside as I moved my mouth back and forth. Barbara took the cue and moved to the other side.

“Uh! What the fuck? Damn that’s good” Carson exclaimed as his dick slid between our mouths.

Barbara’s lips met mine as Carson put his hands behind our heads and pushed our heads closer together. Our tongues dueled underneath as he pistoned in and out of the tunnel our mouths created.

Sensing his release, Carson pulled back. “Give me your tits – both of you.”

Pulling them out of our tops, we displayed our tits to him for his cum.

“No. Face each other and stack them for me. Create a sandwich for my meat.”

We turned to face each other. Barbara held her huge tits out to me. Mine, though not quite as large, at least gave a good showing as I placed them on top of hers.

Carson put a hand on top and underneath our “sandwich” and pushed his well lubricated cock between. He pulled on our nipples as he burrowed between our tits.

Suddenly, he tensed. “Fuuuck, oh Fuck yeah.” He groaned as hot jets of cum shot from his dick to coat our tits.

I felt his tremors through my chest as each rope of cum shot out of his cock.

Barbara’s eyes glazed over with lust. I pulled her to me and bit her exposed neck while I rubbed our breasts together. Cum lubricated them so that they easily slid around. I pulled her nipples and bit down harder on her neck. I didn’t leave a mark, but I made sure she felt it.

“I need to cum now.” She growled.

She pulled me up from my knees and pushed me beside Carson who was still in his post orgasm daze. Her lips ground into mine as she lifted our skirts and pushed her pussy into mine. Our breasts slipped against each other as she pounded her swollen pussy into me over and over again.

Carson woke from his daze enough to appreciate the sight beside him. With one hand on his cock he used the other to reach behind Barbara and shove two fingers inside her. She shuddered against me and pounded harder.

“Oh God, Carson! Yes! Ram those fingers into me! I, ungh, fuck, I… GASP! Hold on Melanie!”

She lost all control. Her hips bucked into mine so hard I just knew the door would come off its hinges. Her growing orgasm encouraged mine. She bent down and sucked my cum-covered nipple deep into her mouth, just as I erupted. Her body shook against mine as our cum ran down our legs. This was going to take a while to clean up.

Barbara slowly pulled away from me letting my skirt fall. As soon as Carson removed his fingers from her, she leaned down and sucked him deep into her throat. When she pulled back, he wrapped his hands around his cock and stroked himself into her mouth. She kept pressure on his head until he shot his nevşehir escort second load.

With that done, I hobbled over to the sink and cleaned myself up the best I could. We each looked rough, but with a few wipes and tucks we were all set aright.

“Thanks ladies.” Carson said as he blew us a kiss and walked out the door.

Barbara leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Thanks Melanie. That was even better than I had hoped. It should hold me till tonight. I’m planning on heading out to the club to dance with Bella. You should come out and watch. It’s going to be hot!” She laughed and walked out the door.

I briefly leaned against the counter to catch my breath before I headed back to my desk. ‘The club huh?’ I thought to myself. I haven’t been in a while. It might be just what I need. I could wear my fun clothes and not get into trouble! Ooh! I was excited. This day seemed to keep getting better as it went on.

After I left the bathroom, I went back to my desk to start on my next project. Images of what I anticipated for the night kept flitting through my head.

The rest of the day went by smoothly except for a bit of commotion when Mr. Bradley was trying to locate Franny. Poor girl! She tried so hard to hide from that man. I briefly wondered if she would be working in the club tonight.

Franny worked nights at the club to earn money to start her own CPA office. Barbara and I were the only two people that knew. Franny would die if anyone else from the office saw her. Barbara on the other hand did not care and only went there on the nights she wanted to pick someone out of the crowd to manhandle and seduce.

I only went to the club occasionally. I preferred to show myself off in places where it wasn’t expected…like the grocery store. I would accidentally bend over to pick something up off the bottom shelf having forgotten that I wasn’t wearing panties.

At the club, nudity was expected so it didn’t stand out as much. It did not mean however that I couldn’t find a way to enjoy myself. Tonight with Bella and Barbara dancing I knew things would get hot. Hell they were probably going to need to hand out towels at the door. Maybe I should ask for a lap dance…

When five o’clock finally came around, I was all ready to walk out the door. I passed by Barbara’s desk on the way out to let her know that she would be seeing me tonight. I made her promise to save a lap dance for me.

By the time I made it to my car, my body was screaming to be free. It felt so confined from the little bits of clothes that I wore to work. I managed to make it home in record time even with the traffic. It only took me about 45 minutes to make it to the club from my house so I had time to spare.

I jumped in the shower and washed all the lingering evidence of my earlier escapade off my body. Thanks to that escapade, I was not as horny as I had been earlier in the morning so I was able to get in and out of the shower without molesting the shower massager. There was still some sun lurking outside of which I wanted to take advantage.

I dried off and walked to the kitchen to fix myself a snack. In my house, I didn’t bother with clothes unless I had to. If I couldn’t be free in my own house, what was the point?

I took my snack out to the patio and lay down in my chaise. The sun kissed and caressed my body as I sucked the juice out of my pineapple pieces. I let the rays of my favorite lover woo me into a blissful state of peace until a sharp noise shattered that peace.

“What the hell was that?” I shouted. I jumped up from my chaise, spilling the fruit all over me. I ran to the location of the noise, fearing he had come back. My heart racing, I peered around the edge of the patio, only to see the neighbor’s dog rifling through my trash.

I nervously laughed and shooed him away, thankful that it was only a dog. With my rest ruined and my snack as well, I cleaned up the mess, and then jumped into the outside shower to wash the juice off.

My heart still raced. I thought I was over the worry about him coming back but I realized that I was just lying to myself. Standing there in the shower, I chastised myself for letting some guy make me question myself. I would not cower. I would not care if he showed up again. If he did, I would take control next time!

With my mind made up, I stomped off to my bedroom to pick out my clothes.

A few hours later, I walked into The Treasure Chest or, as we all jokingly referred to it, Bob’s Boob’s and Beer. His tagline was “The Treasure Chest – where you’re sure to find lots of booty.”

Barbara and Bella were not yet on the stage. Instead, one of the starters was up there trying her best to get the attention of the slowly growing crowd. I felt a little sorry for her. As I walked into the room and found a table up near the stage, I could feel all eyes jerk over to me. It was enough to give a girl goose bumps.

I nodded to the girl on stage as I found my seat. Bob, seeing me enter, walked over.

He leaned over to give me a quick peck on the cheek before lighting into me. “Hey now stranger, just where have you been? I haven’t seen you in here in too long to count. You haven’t fallen out of love with me have you? You know it would break my heart.”

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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 Steps We Take Pt. 3

Alison woke up the next day with the stench of Maria’s feet stuck in her nose. She closed her eyes trying to go back to sleep hoping to escape the nightmare that was her life. Why did this have to happen to her? She considered herself a good Christian girl, so why did she get so turned on by women and why hadn’t she been able to cum unless she smelled or tasted Maria? All questions that you dear reader are quite aware of the answers to. Unbeknownst to Alison, Maria had told all the cheerleaders that she had a talk with Alison and that she would lick any of their feet whenever they wanted. Becky also gave them all a copy of the locker room scene video in case they had any issues.

It was hard for Alison to think straight because she was turned on all the time, but none the less she made her way to another day of school. Surprisingly after half the day had passed, she didn’t have any incidents. She jinxed herself with that thought because when she went to the bathroom, she ran into Alexis. A short tiny girl from the cheerleading team. Almost a foot shorter than Alison to be exact.

“Hey freak.” Alexis mocked her.

“Hi Alexis.” What else was she supposed to say. She was scared of these girls, even one as diminutive as Alexis.

“HAHAHA I love that you respond to freak. At least you know what you are and accept it.” I’m not a freak Alison thought annoyed by this bitch. “Well, aren’t you going to thank me for accepting you for what you are.”

“Thank you.” Alison said grinding her teeth. Fuck this cunt.

“Do you want to lick my feet right now?”

“Yes.” Alison said shocked with herself, raising her hands up to cover her mouth. Why had she said that she didn’t want to lick feet. Especially not for a little bitch like Alexis.

“HAHAHA You can’t help yourself can you freak? Alright we don’t have much time, but you can lick my feet let’s go into the disability stall. Alison stood still. This was a public bathroom and she didn’t to be caught again.

Alexis walked up to her, slapped the shit out of her and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her painfully into the stall and tossed her onto her knees. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. Got that freak?” Alison nodded while holding her cheek. Even though Alexis was smaller than her there was no doubt who was the stronger of the two. Alison would definitely lose in a fight. “Take my flats off” Alexis said as she sat on the toilet. Alison crawled to the smaller girl and took her flats off. She made a face at the funky smell, which made Alexis giggle. “These flats do get kind of ripe. Take a deep whiff of the insides. Alison wanted to protest, but knew better and pulled the flat to her face and took a large whiff.

*SNIFF* *COUGH* *COUGH*

“HAHAHA you like?” Alexis said mockingly. Alison could feel herself getting turned on, but why. It couldn’t be this loathsome girl’s feet, it just couldn’t be. They reeked. Alexis grabbed Alison with both her feet on Alison’s cheeks and pulled her in close. “Repeat after me, I’m a loser.”

Alison looking like a fish squeaked out, “I’m a loser.”

“HAHAHA Yes, yes you are. Now get to licking.” Alexis released her face and lifted her feet up. She had tiny size five feet that were pink on the bottoms from being in her flats all day unable to breathe. Alison wanted to run away, but the threat of the video remained and oddly she felt a compulsion to obey this girl. kütahya escort She licked up Alexis’ left sticky sole, while Alexis used the right one to rub the smell into her nose. This didn’t go on for too long because Alexis didn’t want to get into trouble if someone walked in and caught them in the act. She had Alison kiss the bottoms and thank her, then dried the soles on Alison’s hair and walked out like nothing had happened. Alison started to cry. This was the third pair of feet she had licked and she didn’t think she would ever grow used to it.

Later that day she was sitting in class and couldn’t take her eyes off of Maria’s feet as she played with her flip flops. She was getting turned on, but she dare not ever go jill off in the bathroom ever again remembering that dreadful first day she had gotten caught. How could something that looked that pretty smell so bad? She thought. Wait did I just think of them as pretty? What the fuck is wrong with me. She received a text from Maria that she was having a slumber party on the weekend with all the cheerleaders and Alison was invited. Alison didn’t want to go, but she knew it was mandatory.

The weekend came faster than Alison had hoped for and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was in big trouble attending this party. Alison approached the door slowly and knocked three times. Maria answered and told her that her mom was out of town for the weekend, inviting her in.

“Alright loser, here’s the deal. You’re going to serve all the cheerleaders tonight. You’re going to make sure that everyone has the best possible time ever. You will wait on your knees by the door and kiss the feet of everyone who come’s in and take their shoes off. If you don’t the video will get released. Am I clear?”

“Yes Maria”

*SMACK* Maria slapped her hard. “You address me as ma’am or miss is that clear? In fact you address all my friends with that same respect”

*SNIFF* *SOB* “Yes miss.”

“And no crying either, you’ll kill the mood.” What was wrong with this bitch? Kill the mood? What mood? This was pure humiliation and nothing else.

It didn’t take long for there to be some knocks at the door and poor Alison didn’t know how she was supposed to do this. She just took a deep breath and opened the door. Standing in front of her were three beautiful cheerleaders. She got down on her knees and kissed the first girls shoes.

“HAHAHA What the hell. You’re crazy for setting this up Maria.”

“May I take your shoes off ma’am?”

“Ma’am?” Alexis remarked. “I see you’ve learned some respect since the last time I saw you.” She said while wiggling her toes in a mocking manner. “Go ahead.” Alison took her shoes off being met with that familiar stench and moved on to the other two who laughed in response. This was going to be a long night. This went on until all twelve girls arrived. Alison spent most of the night getting drinks and giving foot massages.

“Alright who wants to get a special foot massage from the foot bitch?” Maria announced holding a pair of handcuffs. Everyone cheered. “Come here Alison and put your hands behind your back.” Alison complied and Maria locked the cuffs in place.

“How is she going to massage our feet without her hands.” One of the cheerleaders said.

“With her tongue of course.” Maria responded

“EEEWWW!! I don’t think I can let that foot freak do that to me.”

“Come on it’ll be fun to have a loser at your feet, plus she’ll manisa escort really be enjoying herself so it’s a win, win for everyone.” Maria said. I’m not going to enjoy myself Alison thought. I’m being forced against my will. “I’ll go first.” Maria said. She grabbed Alison’s hair as a makeshift leash and started pulling her toward the couch. Alison grimaced, but couldn’t do anything but follow Maria’s lead. Maria sat down on the couch in front of Alison and said, “Get to work.” While wiggling her pink painted toes.

Alison found herself saying, “Yes miss.” Without even thinking about it. She leaned down and gave tiny licks on the soles. It wasn’t as bad as when they’re fresh out of shoes or after practice. Much to Alison’s relief.

“HAHAHA What a loser.”

“She doesn’t look like she’s trying that hard.”

“Are you sure she’s really into this?”

Maria didn’t like the feedback she was getting, so she kicked an unsuspecting Alison in the face. “You stupid bitch. I give you the honor of worshipping my feet and that’s the lazy effort you give? Maybe we should all give you a nice spanking.” This scared and motivated Alison at the same time, so she jumped back to Maria’s feet and started licking with her whole tongue out. Slow licks like she would give to a lover. “That’s more like it you little lezzie.” Alison wanted to scream to all these cheerleaders that she wasn’t a lezzie. The way Maria had set her up that day in the locker room was genius, because all the girls now thought Alison was a lesbian that loved this so they didn’t feel bad about using her.

“Me next.” It was Alexis. “Crawl over here bitch and beg me.”

Alison slowly made her way over to Alexis. She hated this small bitch. Part of the reason being she felt like she shouldn’t have to serve someone as small as Alexis. It was just so humiliating. “Please ma’am may I lick your feet.” Alison forced out.

“Nope. That’s not good enough.” Alison was scared of the consequences, so she begged even harder.

“Please, oh please let me lick your feet. They just look so perfect and yummy. They look snack sized.” Alison snuck in a little jab at Alexis’ size which was not missed by anyone.

“OOOOOOUUUUUUU!” The crowd taunted.

*SMACK* *SMACK* Slaps to both of Alison’s cheeks which left her in a daze and teary eyed. “You think you’re funny cunt?” Alexis said furiously.

*Sniff* *Sniff* “No ma’am. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s too late for that.” Alexis grabbed Alison by the hair and dragged her to where all the shoes were. She took one of the cheerleaders’ shoes and tied it over Alison’s face and grabbed another shoe and Alison’s hair dragging her back to the couch. She sat down and pulled Alison over her lap. “You’re gonna learn to respect me cunt.” And with that she started to spank poor Alison with the shoe.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

Alison struggled with all her might but try as she did it was no use. With her hands cuffed and the athletic strength of Alexis she was stuck smelling a rancid shoe while getting her ass thrashed. She started crying after the twentieth spank. Partly due to the pain and partly due to the humiliation of being spanked by a girl half her size in front of a whole bunch of women. “Aww. Poor baby.” Alexis mocked.

Alison said with a muffled voice, “Please *SOB* I’m sorry I’ll never do it again I swear.”

“I don’t think you’ve truly learned your lesson yet.”

*SMACK* mardin escort *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

“I think that’s too much.” One of the cheerleaders intervened. “All she did was make a little joke.” She said putting emphasis on the last two words.

“A little joke? We’re just chalk full of comedians tonight.” She responded annoyed and proceeded to take her frustrations out on poor Alison’s ass.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

Alison was a blubbering mess and would do anything to stop this torture anything.

“Please, please, *SOB* please, please, please. *SNIFF* Just let me lick your beautiful feet. I’m truly sorry for making a joke. I only said it because I’m just jealous that you’re so much prettier than me. You’re way out of my league and it would be an honored to lick your feet.”

“That’s more like it you little cunt.” Alexis said while pushing Alison to the floor who came to a crash because she had no way to catch her fall with her hands cuffed. “Now where were we.” Alexis said while wiggling her little toes. Alison quickly shuffled t her knees her ass a burning reminder not to fuck with this small girl.

“May I please lick your feet ma’am. Please, please, please. I don’t think there’s anything better in the world than the taste of your feet.”

“What about my feet.” Maria chimed in.

Alison felt so much anxiety and her brain was malfunctioning on what to say in order to avoid another spanking. “Uh… your feet are just as delicious miss. It’s just so hard to tell who has the best tasting feet when your all just a bunch of goddesses.” A smile from Maria indicated she passed the test. She had to show respect to all of Maria’s friends.

“Goddesses? I wish I had a man who viewed me as such. At least we have this little foot slut. HAHAHA.” Remarked one of the cheerleaders.

“Get started by kissing my toes then move on to the soles Alison.” Alexis said. Alison bowed her head and planted a kiss on her big toe then all the way down to the smallest one and then got busy kissing the soles, which were warm to the touch. “Start licking slut.” Feeling the pain on her ass, she really went at it. Giving long licks to the bottoms and spending a decent amount of time between the toes which seemed o be Alexis’ favorite part by the way she squeezed Alison’s tongue when she did it. Alison remembered to swallow everything. *GAG* At one point Alexis shoved her whole foot down Alison’s mouth and wiggling her toes in the back of her throat which almost made her puke. It was hell for Alison. Especially the remarks from the other cheerleaders reminding her of her predicament.

“Remind me never to get on lexis’ bad side.”

“Now I’m convinced she really does love feet.”

“I can never understand how someone can lower themselves to that level.”

Becky walked up to Alexis and grabbed Alison by the hair pulling her off of Alexis’ foot. A trail of spit connected Alison’s tongue to Alexis’ foot. “Stop hogging her. I want a turn with the foot slut.” Alexis didn’t mind she was getting bored anyways. Alison blushed from the humiliation of being passed around like some sort of foot massage gadget. She felt like less of a human and more like an object. This humiliation went on for hours she didn’t know how her tongue stayed attached to her head with how numb it got. She went from girl to girl sometimes three at a time. It was horrible Once they were done they gagged Alison with three dirty socks and tied Maria’s shoe over her face, leaving her hands tied behind her back for the rest of the night. “Sweet dreams loser.” Maria said and all Alice could do was moan. The rest of the girls all laughed and left her there.

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Annie moaned as Brendan ground his cockhead into her erect nipple. It was her favorite foreplay, feeling her stiffened nipple pushed and prodded by his hard dick. The exquisite contrast of his rigid cock and the silky texture of his dick’s bulbous helmet; It drove her wild. As he continued to flick his cock across her sensitive breast she naturally spread her legs to release the heat that had built up inside of her sex. She could feel rivulets of moisture dripping down her slit and onto her pink rosebud. She reached a free hand behind her back and gently rubbed the moisture from her snatch into her puckered opening, slowly entering the first ring of her asshole and loosening it up slightly with the product of her pussy

Brendan loved it too, his penis was almost a split personality for him. He sometimes felt that what he wanted and the pleasure his cock desired were not aligned. He wanted to touch Annie sweetly and use his body to capture her. In this moment he wanted to sweetly rub her elongated nipples with his soft cock head, not wanting to get too far ahead of Annie, into that place where his actions were controlled by the animal, not the rational. His cock however was controlled by another brain, one that was driven by carnal thinking. It wanted hard, fast, tight, wet, rough, insertion, friction, more, more. It was a constant competition to stay inside of his own head and not in the red light, black angled world of his other self, his libidinous alter ego, driven by the reptile brain between his legs

Fucking her nipple was a place of coexistence for all three of them, her, him and it. Brendan reached between her legs and felt her slick pussy, his middle finger slid sweetly between her labia lips and moved the distance between her slick hole and her clit in a slow, steady rhythm. Annie had now taken hold of his stiff penis and she was driving the action above the waist. She was grinding him into her left nipple in a counter clockwise circle. Flashes of excitement pulsed through her mind, pleasure generated from her breasts, more and quicker, she was aware of how hard her nipples were and she was wetter than she had been in some time.

She could feel the pressure starting to build in her abdomen, she was getting closer. But it wasn’t his hand on her slit that was taking her to the edge, nor was it his finger strumming her clit at the same pace she was using his cock on her breast. No, this was different, and she longed for what she knew it to be, an orgasm produced by her sensitive nipples.

Since Annie could remember she knew what this kind of pleasure felt like. As she awakened sexually, she spent hours at night under the covers of her bed silently feeling her body and exploring what gave her pleasure. She learned first by finding the pressure of a pillow between her legs to be exciting in a way she couldn’t explain. Eventually, she began experimenting with other sensations. She found that her cunny would become wet the more she applied pressure. Over time she learned the pleasure of softly playing directly with her pussy instead of just pillows and ultimately, she had her first orgasm by rubbing her clit with her fingers.

No matter what she did in those long sleepless nights to explore herself, there was one constant; her nipples would become rock hard. In those moments she felt as if they were made of concrete and despite how hard she pinched them, they wouldn’t soften or bend. No matter the amount of strength she put behind pinching and pulling them, she could feel nothing but pleasure.

Drawn as she was toward that unfilled ache in her breasts she would always keep one of her hands pinching and pulling her stiff nips. Than surprisingly, like a new world had opened up before her, one night she achieved her first orgasm strictly from playing with her own nipples. It was a different kind of orgasm, it came from her inner self, her whole core. She longer for it constantly, however it was an event that could not be reached every time, but in those moments, when conditions were just right, her nipple play would take her to the height of excitement that she simply could not achieve from anything else derived from between her legs.

Later in her senior year when she finally had sex for the first time with her boyfriend Jack, she found the new world of sex curious and thrilling and she progressed into her sexual being as any eighteen-year-old girl might.

The urgency of sex as a teenager allowed for little foreplay, instead Jack and the boys that she fucked when she went to college, seemed to be falling and stumbling down a sexual staircase in their headlong rush to …Get… Inside…Her… She enjoyed sex, nonetheless and she took control when possible and steared them to her aching breasts. That’s the way sex was for her at that age, kind of a static, fumbling move towards ecstasy, but she liked the boys and loved the feeling of a hard cock inside her pussy. However, the secret of her nipples existed only in a place within her libido. She feared she would crave that special release for the rest of her life, but remain unfulfilled. You see, she could only achieve nipple orgasm on herself; no boy ordu escort had ever made her cum from nipple play.

Upon meeting Brendan, after graduating college and moving to Minneapolis, she found a free spirit who enjoyed the play-space sex provided them both psychically. She was a grown woman now, 5 foot 5, blond and athletic, with perfect 34B breasts, the kind the French would say fit perfectly in one’s hands. Her ass was strong and firm, with just the right amount shape to it. They loved exploring each other’s body and learning those areas that turned the other one on. They matured as sexual beings and moved past the hurried rush to orgasm that both their previous sex lives had been made up of. They made love constantly, but took their time to learn the subtleties of their mate’s body and every touch, lick or squeeze that pleased them.

Eventually Brendan’s caring, expert hands brought the nipple orgasm that Annie was longing for back into her life. After that, it was Love. They married after a few years and embarked on a life together. Now, ten years later, their lives had become more complicated, but thankfully their intimacy had never wavered. Instead, as things became more difficult in the “real” world with careers, friends, relatives and the work involved in building a future together, their refuge remained the bedroom, it was their church.

Brendan’s own sexual personality was a bit of a push/pull. He wanted to express his love for Annie in the sharing of sweet intimacy and sexual pleasure, but his libido, which he had jokingly named his cock-sense, would often rise up within in him in moments of particular passion and drive him to places that Brendan wouldn’t consciously think to go. This was the part of him that would surprise Annie when he would slide his tongue up her ass without warning in the middle of going down on her. She found him irresistible. He was handsome and fit, funny but not in-your-face, like some guys with that combination tend to be. He was 5 foot 10 with broad shoulders and strong legs. She loved to wrap her arms around his thighs when she sucked his cock, she would get down on her knees while he was standing and draw him into her by placing both her palms on his ass and squeezing in as she pulled him into her mouth.

It was this part of himself, the alter-ego cock-sense that allowed him to dream of foursomes and pegging, of Annie sitting on his face and of him toying with bi fantasies and visions of Annie and him sharing another man. Some of these thoughts were never expressed to Annie, remaining masturbatory material only. Although, as time progressed, their sexual boundaries continued to push further out and now there was even a joking acknowledgement that while she wasn’t bi, he was most certainly bi-curious. He felt relieved that she didn’t find this a turn-off, but just the same, rational Brendan doubted there would ever be a MMF for them and that was ok. What was more important was that Annie and he continue on their journey in this world of sex, stretching boundaries, that they had been on for their entire marriage.

In time, Brendan learned about Annie’s special desire for the ultimate nipple orgasm, about the pleasure it gave her. Annie’s nipples would grow extremely hard when erect. It wasn’t that Annie’s nipples were exceptionally long, rather they were longer than others Brendan had experienced, but they only grew that way when she was totally excited and completely turned-on. Brendan knew she was in that place when his rough fingers could make no impact on the stiffness of her turgid nipples. Upon feeling her pussy in these moments, he would find her flooding with moisture and the smell of her sex would fill the room.

Once, with the help of some Wet premium lube, she had tried to insert her stiffened nipple into the slit at the top of his cock. He wanted it too. They almost succeeded, but it had not happened despite their best effort. She dreamed about that night and although Brendan was capable of making her cum from prolonged nipple play, she was fixated on the possibility of sticking her erect nipple inside of his cock-head and fucking him until she came. They both hoped it would happen one day in the future, and although they never made a conscious plan to get there, they had an unspoken understanding that if it ever got to that point again, they would push through

Now she wanted it again.

Annie pulled Brendan in closer. Taking the head of his cock and firmly positioning it over her nipple, she took her left hand and held her right nipple between her forefinger and her thumb, making it stand even more stiffly from atop her pink areola. Brendan squirted some silicon lube on her chest and she dipped his cock head in it, using it to spread the slippery liquid on her nipples, making them slick, before bringing his penis to her mouth.

She placed his hard prick in her mouth, sucking it in in one continuous motion. Annie had practiced her oral technique and consistently found new ways to thrill Brendan. She took his length as far as she could until it hit the back of mouth. She breathed in and slowly brought his cock down osmaniye escort her throat until his balls were at her chin. Annie alternated between sucking him in her mouth and deep throating his dick every fourth breath. She worked up a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through Brendan’s prick. Her own cunt was soaking from the intensity of the blow job and she could feel her nipples beating along with her pulse. Brendan leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling as his wife of 10 years swallowed his manhood down her velvety throat.

She kept this up for a good five minutes before she switched to working his cock over with her hand. Annie spit on his dick and kept it wet and slippery as she pumped it with her right hand, imitating the way he would stroke himself when he jerked off for her. She kept the head of his engorged rod in her mouth as she pistoned his cock up and down, swirling her tongue around the glistening cap.

Meanwhile Brendan reached down below her clit, inside her vagina, as his two fingers easily slid in. He curled them up and stroked the inside of her g-spot, her clit tingled from the inside. Annie was gasping, the feeling of fullness in her cunt was matched by the tightness in her mouth as Brendan’s thick cock stretched her lips. She loved having both of her orifices filled; one she controlled and the other was being teased and tested by her mate. Feeling her excitement, Brendan slid a third finger into her to join the other two in massaging the jumble of nerve endings that made up her g-spot. “Ohhh Goddd” she mumbled between mouthfuls of Brendan’s iron rod, “fuck meeee with your hand”… but she had to pull back, she was going to cum too quickly and the kind of release she was looking for wasn’t from her g-spot, or her clit, or her pussy for that matter. She was seeking that other orgasm, the one that had fueled her desire as far back as her sexual memory could take her.

Annie sensed Brendan was close to cumming as well, so she changed her actions again. She reached down and guided his hand out of her soaking quim and placed it on her left breast. Brendan began rolling both of her quartz like nipples in his hands; there was no give to them, they were pushing maximum density. He could feel them throb as they grew even longer and fatter than they had earlier.

Now Annie was ready for more and her mind went back to that fantasy she had wanted fulfilled since the last time they tried to connect her breast with his cock. She moved her tongue towards the slit on the top of his glans and probed it with her stiffened tongue. She could feel his slit opening a little more with each push of her tongue. Brendan kept his mind with hers as she steadily tried to climb inside of him through the opening in his very manhood, but his cock-sense was taking over his mind again. He felt himself slipping away from reality as the cock-sense took over responsibility for his physical self. He was in a trance of sexual desire. Annie had taken him there with her expert cocksucking.

It was working, the feeling of her stiff tongue probing into his penis had him in full fuck mode. The libido was now in charge…What next? his mind flashed…where is she going…must have her…must find a hole…fuck me…fuck her…fuuuuck… His thoughts were coming into his brain in staccato flashes, unformed, manic, but fueled by desire and the unwavering determination to follow the pulse wherever it took him.

Satisfied with her success in opening Brendan’s glans with her tongue so that she could see it gape open at the top of his penis, Annie quickly went into motion. She brought his cock-head back to her heaving breast and placed his open slit onto her nipple, trying as she might to fuck him with it. It wasn’t going to fit, she knew it, but she wanted the feeling of his smooth helmet enveloping her super-sensitive nub. He, on the other hand, was in another place, his cock wanted her in him even more than perhaps she did. Without a conscious thought, Brendan reached down to his iron rod and using both index fingers of his right and left hand, pulled his glans apart in opposite directions, past the point of discomfort, past the point of pain, to the next level. There was only the burning desire to fit it in, no matter the price.

And then it happened, the combination of her nipple, harder than a rifle bullet, the lube, everywhere the lube, and the pressure he exerted on his own member to pull it apart and drive it forward…her nipple wedged herself inside of his cock-head! Both their eyes shot open, as if they been shocked by the same electrical current. They had never been here before, despite years of being together and hundreds of fuck session, they had never been – here.

There was the moment of recognition, it lasted only seconds, but it was present between them as if they had paused time itself. The feeling of awe gave way to a palpable feeling of bliss, both Annie and Brendan felt it and it froze them in that exact place as it washed over them and captivated them. He could see it in her eyes, she had claimed a prize she didn’t think would ever be hers. In his eyes, she saw sinop escort a look of triumph, but also a mixture of pure love and animal passion.

Annie was the first to come back to her senses and she did so with the intention of not letting this moment slip past them. She began pulling Brendan’s cock with her right hand from the root, making sure it didn’t move left or right, but stayed impaled on the center of her aching nipple. Brendan had come back too, his cock-sense having achieved what it had set out to, receded as Brendan’s mind returned to the forefront and thrilled in the delirious feeling of being completely stretched and invaded at the most sensitive point of his manhood. Gaining momentum, Annie kept moving Brendan’s rock-hard staff up and back just enough that her nipple moved inside of him, while not allowing it to escape,

And then it started to roll within her, the nipple orgasm Annie had been fueling for the past fifteen minutes was building up from her stomach into her lungs. The orgasm she had hunted for the past ten years of rubbing Brendan’s cock against her stiffened nipples, the orgasm that had been building up in her libidinous mind for a lifetime was about to escape her body and smash through her ribcage into the open air, taking her and Brendan with it.

Annie’s eyes rolled back, even as she tried with all her might to keep them fixed on the unbelievably erotic sight of her nipple inside of his cock. She gave in and let her orgasm rip through her, taking her over the edge into a prolonged back-arching eternity of pulsating sensation and flashes of bright light behind her minds wall.

She felt her pussy contracting as though there were an enormous cock inside of her, but there was not. As her pussy searched for something to grip, to hold onto, her stomach turned, and a thousand bees burst forth and made her feel as if every pore of her skin was being sweetly stung. She heard a noise in the back of her mind which she soon realized was her own voice, lower, guttural, but strong and insistent, “yes, yess, owwwwwwwoooooh owwwwwoooh yesss..” she needed that noise to fully let loose, but now that it was out her lungs and after she had pushed the last bit of air through her open mouth, she continued to try and make the noise, but instead stayed frozen in a place of no breath, no breathing, no air, no sound, until her body finally caught up with her and she lurched back into reality with the sucking in of air into her lungs

Brendan watched her spasmodic, intense, body wrenching orgasm with awe, while maintaining his cock-heads position and continued to fuck her nipple. He felt the intense pressure of her stiff nipple filling the top of his dick. His orgasm was coming on fast. Knowing that look behind his eyes, Annie reached between his legs and pushed two fingers into his ass. She moved quickly up his tight tunnel and settled on the walnut like bump of his prostate, massaging it roughly. His balls contracted and pumped in a fashion more rapid than he had ever experienced before.

Was that pain in his glans he was feeling mixing with a delirious pleasure? Or was it the pressure of the tight fit on both ends of his groin, nipple in his cock, fingers in his ass, that kept him driving forward? No matter, he couldn’t stop if he wanted to, it was consuming him. He felt a fullness like he’d never experienced before. It seemed as if her nipple was growing ever longer and reaching further down his cock shaft. His penis felt like it was growing wider and his girth was increasing to the breaking point and it felt GOOD.

“Oh My god baby, oh my god baby I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum”. He was shouting, mumbling screaming, “imgoingtocumsogood”, his language a babbled combination of fucks, gods and grunts. And then it started, the cum that was pooled in his balls like a shotgun shell waiting for trigger, shot forth. He felt as though it were happening in slow motion, traveling through his scrotum, past his vans deferens, into his urethra, he literally could feel it rushing through his insides on its way to the ultimate release, but as if time had slowed down enough for him to note as it passed each gateway in his manhood on its way out. Urgently, his massive release was now in his shaft, starting at the base of his penis and pushing towards the end. The feeling of pressure started halfway up his cock, but by now it should have exploded into the open air and to its logical release, but Annie’s nipple was presenting an obstacle Brendan had never encountered before.

Defying logic, he bore down even harder on Annie’s nipple as the cum built up behind the blocked head of his dick. Straining under the pressure of his vast cum load with no place to go, it finally found release by forcing out between Annie’s engorged nipple and the sides of his cock head, despite the fact that Annie’s granite nipple was still lodged firmly inside of Brendan’s prick. Cum was squirting from both sides of Annie’s nipple and she watched in amazement at the spectacle. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh”, he screamed in exquisite agony, “ahhhhhhhhhh”. His cum was pushing through between Annie’s nipple and his cock-head, creating even more of an opening than even her stiff nipple had created when it popped into him for the first-time minutes earlier. Cum squirted out from the sides until the pure pressure of the orgasm built up behind her breast forced Brendan off of her and pushed him backwards as if he were being propelled by force.

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Authors Note: Thank you to everyone left comments or sent me feedback about previous chapters of this story. Thank you again to Margaret who proofread for me. ~ellie

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The Donati triplets were two months old, and Peri now fed them every three hours rather than four. As they had reached what would have been their official birthday at eight weeks they had become more alert and hungry, it seemed, wanting to be fed more often which she had been managing but was feeling a little rundown. It was at that time that they had flown to Melbourne for Maryanne’s wedding, and Peri had sat in the church and sobbed claiming they were happy tears but feeling overwhelmed with life.

When she had gone back to the hotel suite to feed the babies before the reception Josh had taken control. He had turned to Bridgette and given her several hundred dollars, instructing her to go and buy what she needed to feed the babies for the night as Peri would not be returning until six the following morning. Then he had spoken to her gently.

“You can’t keep this up, and I can’t watch you crash and burn. I want my wife back not this zombie woman you have become. You are a wonderful mother and leaving them with qualified, capable nannies for the night, who know them as well as you do, won’t make you a bad mother,” he said in reasonable tones. “These are my children too, and I know they will be looked after better by the nannies than a stressed out mother who can’t even be sure which child she is feeding anymore.”

She had tried to argue with him, but he had refused to budge on his stance and for the first time since the birth of her babies, she saw the future leader of the Donati family appear to lay down the law.

“I love you, but you are going to kill yourself if this doesn’t stop. You are not an average woman in an average home who has to do the best she can and run herself ragged. You are my wife and the mother of my children. More than that you are the mother of the next Donati table. We need to be here and show our united strength among the Vitali family. They need to know that the next generation of Donati’s cannot be taken lightly.” He said and pulled her close to his body. “I love you,” he repeated, “but tonight can’t be about what we want. Maryanne has married into a family almost as powerful as our own so we will go to the reception, and we will be every inch the future leaders that Papa hopes we can be.”

“Put it in terms of royalty, you are about to become a queen, Princess Peri,” Dante said from behind Josh startling her. Peri realised she was so tired and emotional that she hadn’t even noticed Dante had returned to the hotel with them. “Would any of the royal women let down their king when visiting another country or would they want to put their best foot forward.”

Peri had pulled herself together immediately. She had said she would do anything Josh asked of her when the decision to make him the next Chair was being made, and she knew life as she knew it would be altered profoundly. She had expressed as much milk as she could and gone to the adjoining suite to change into the evening gown Andie had insisted she take with her despite it being totally unsuitable for breastfeeding. She fixed her hair and applied more make-up covering the telltale signs of her lack of sleep. Satisfied that the dress had hidden the baby fat, she still carried she returned to where the two men talked quietly in the nursery.

The brothers had become even closer, Peri thought, and though they both went to work in different directions, they spent, even more, time together with Andreas and Joseph. At home, there had been an awkwardness between Dante and Peri over the last two weeks as they worked through their feeling for each other and Josh separately. They both knew that Josh wrestled with the knowledge that they were permanently bound together now and would perhaps take longer to come to terms with it than they might.

“If she expresses as soon as you get back to the room make sure you refrigerate it straight away,” Madeline said quietly to Josh handing him a small bag. In Peri’s absence, she had packed a bag with her small hand pump and several bottles. “There are some breast pads in there too which should get you through the reception without any incidents,” the girl smiled softly.

“Thank you, Madeline,” Peri said as she put a smile on her face and walked towards the two men who waited for her.

“Well that was a transformation worth waiting for,” Dante said returning her smile.

“You look beautiful,” Josh kissed her lightly not wanting to wear the deep shade of lipstick she had applied.

“Pete said to give you this and not to worry because it is natural and wouldn’t affect your milk greatly,” Josh put an effervescent tablet in a glass of water and watched it dissolve before handing it to her.

They were staying in the same hotel as the reception was being hosted so after drinking the effervescent liquid, they walked to the elevators. The reception was beautiful and while tokat escort the babies remained on her mind Peri relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy the evening and the company of her brothers and sisters-in-law. Andie had accompanied Charles and sat at a table with the older members of the family. Unsurprisingly the vitamin supplement Pete had prescribed seemed to take the edge of her fatigue and the brain fog she had been enduring lifted to make her less emotional. Lucia had dragged Dante onto the dancefloor, and Pete had slipped into the seat beside her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly leaning toward her.

“I don’t know what was in the tablet you gave Josh for me, but I feel great, clear-headed and not as tired as I have been in what seems like forever,” she smiled.

“I gave Josh the box. It’s just a vitamin complex with a caffeine-based extract. Don’t take more than one every couple of days though or those babies will wake up demanding coffee in the mornings,” he chuckled.

“They’re demanding enough as it is,” she laughed lightly, “Their Papa would probably give them anything they demanded so I’ll be careful not to overdo it.”

“Says the woman who can’t bear to leave them alone for more than an hour at a time,” Josh said in his own defence. “They’re pretty damn amazing though so you can’t blame us for doting on them,” his voice softened, and he took Peri’s hand.

Peri found herself enjoying the night but as the evening wore on her breasts began to ache with the unrelieved fullness as she went past the usual feeding time. She found Josh talking with Constantine and Jules and whispered in his ear that she might need the bag Madeline had given him.

“D. put it in the room where the bride and groom’s things are,” he said looking around and spotting Dante talking to Angelo and a few other men not far away.

“You stay and chat I can ask him,” she smiled, “I won’t be long, I’ll do it properly when we go back to our room later.” She kissed him and wandered in the direction of Dante. “I’m sorry to interrupt gentlemen,” she said politely to the small group as she came to stand beside him. “Would you mind terribly if I borrowed Dante for a few minutes?”

“That sounds interesting,” Angelo grinned. “What are you planning on doing with him?”

“Well,” she leaned forward conspiratorially, “I’m on a bit of a treasure hunt, and rumour has it he knows where it is hidden.” She winked making him laugh.

“Doesn’t surprise me, he always had hidden gems around the place, take him if you must,” Angelo chuckled.

“This ship is about to spring a leak if I don’t find that bag Madeline packed for me,” she whispered as they walked away from the group arm in arm.

“You are looking particularly buoyant in that dress, I don’t think there’s much chance of you drowning,” he whispered back but led the way to a small side room where the bride and groom would change before they left for their honeymoon. “I’ll stay and make sure no one interrupts you.” He said leaning back against the door once it was closed behind them.

“I’ll be quick and do a full express when we get back to our suite later. “Could you undo the zip for me?” She asked without thinking.

“Sure,” he stepped forward as she turned her back to him and swept her hair aside. He slowly lowered the zip and ran his hand back up her back and over her shoulders lowering the dress. He’d fantasised about doing this under different circumstances, but the action was real. Unable to help himself he bent his head to kiss her shoulder and neck as the dress fell from her shoulders.

Peri took a sharp breath and turned to face him holding the dress to her chest. She knew that somehow they would eventually become closer even intimate, and she had thought about it often recently. She reached up and placed a hand on his cheek and smiled softly.

“I won’t betray Josh or do anything behind his back,” she said softly. “I understand what is happening and know that we will share a great deal in our lives including Josh’s love. I’m not sure we are ready for this,” she admitted. “I’m still,” she looked down at her full breasts lost for words, “leaky,” she gave a half smile.

“The leakiness only makes you more attractive to me,” Dante said equally softly taking her hand from his cheek and holding it. “I would never betray Josh either, for better or worse we are bound together now, and I would like that to be more of the better and less of the worse.” He bent his head to kiss her lightly. “This is no more than an extension of the mild flirting and affection we have shown each other for months now. Betrayal would include using that playroom he created.” His eyes betrayed his pleasure in thinking about that. “Do what you need to do, you are safe with me and always will be.”

He watched as she placed the pump to her breast and positioned it before pumping the trigger. Her nipple elongating with the suction as the deep cream coloured milk filled the bottle attachment. He was yozgat escort strangely aroused by the sight and lifted his eyes from her breast to meet hers and seeing her curious look tilted his head.

“I’m only human Peri,” he groaned. “Josh is the one with all the self-control.”

“You’re doing pretty well in that department,” she gave him credit with a smile. Picking up two fresh nipple pads she placed them over her elongated nipple before exposing the other breast and filling the other half of the bottle quickly and easily. She placed everything back into the bag and straightened up pulling her dress back to her shoulders and turning sweeping her hair to the side so he could zip it up for her.

He let his fingers linger on her skin, and she could feel his hot breath on her neck before he kissed her there as the zip was pulled into place. She didn’t flinch or take a breath, this time, she merely turned to look at him and accepted their first real kiss. It was soft and tender, but she could feel his desire, and she broke the contact feeling uneasy about her own feelings.

“We better get back in there before people come looking for us,” she said breathlessly. She hadn’t considered that he would kiss her with the same passion Josh held in his kisses and it both thrilled and unnerved her.

“You might want to visit the ladies room and freshen up your lipstick,” he gave a lopsided smile. “Do I look good in this colour?” Peri couldn’t help but laugh and reached up to brush her thumb over his lips.

“Thank you,” he said with meaning, kissing her thumb and taking her hand in his own. “Thank you for letting down the barrier that had built up between us since Papa’s visit.”

“We have to go,” Peri said unable to formulate any words in response to his. He opened the door, and they went back out into the reception watched by several sets of eyes including Josh’s. He knew that neither of them would do anything to fracture the relationship growing between all three of them. While he was still not fully enamoured with the idea that eventually they would have a relationship separate from him, he was beginning to let Dante into their intimacy as part of his and Peri’s relationship in little ways to stall that separation as long as possible.

He reasoned that if he did it on his terms, then he would be following the needs and laws of the family, giving Dante the intimacy he craved with Peri and would still maintain control of his wife and her relationship with his brother. He was becoming unemotional about it seeing it as more of a compromise that must be made in exchange for the future he had not thought possible but now craved along with the wealth and power that would come with it. They were the next generation of power brokers and would be a force to be reckoned with and the sooner he took control of this element of his life the happier they would all be.

His world view had changed in the two weeks since the meeting with his father and uncles. He loved Peri as much as always if not more, and he knew his position had been confirmed and written in stone by her acceptance of who she must become for him to succeed. He knew that without her unequivocal support things might have been different. He had spent part of each day with either Joseph or Andreas over the last two weeks, and he knew they tested him and his knowledge on many levels. What he knew about the true mission of his family had been nothing compared to the small amount he had been told so far. He also knew that a trial was before him, and soon he would be asked to make a decision that would either make or break him as the next Chair if he did not figure out the riddle they had given him and conquer it first. If he failed on both counts, they would make the decision for him.

Once again he considered Dante and his love for Peri. If he couldn’t conquer his fears about letting Dante have an intimate relationship with Peri it could very well break his tenuous hold on the Chair. He knew his other brothers would be told of their roles on the new table in the new year, and he had until the family Christmas to work it out on his own or have them inform him that they had made the decision, and he would have no further choice in the matter. While they had not said that the Chair would be taken from him, he knew that his hold on it came down to how well he handled the outcome of this trial.

The only clue he had to the trial he was on was a cryptic riddle that seemed very straight forward to him, and he struggled to work out what he needed to do. He walked over to where Peri and Dante stood talking with Vincenzo and Dominic. In his head, he went through the riddle he now knew by heart.

“Duplicity lies in heart and hearth

Terrifying the mother.

Into darkness and into earth

One-half must sacrifice the other.”

“Hey Dom,” Josh greeted his cousin warmly. “I didn’t think Zio ever let you off that leaky tub he calls home.”

“Yeah, gotta come and get my land legs zonguldak escort back now and then. I heard you started a publishing house,” Dom said. “I’m considering a change of scenery if you’re looking for a hack columnist.”

“Seriously?” Josh asked. “I’d hardly call being syndicated hack work. I’d love to have you on board if you’re interested in the publishing side. I’ve been super busy with the new family and house so it would be great to have a family member there working with the executives.”

“Didn’t think it would be that easy,” Dominic laughed. “Just for appearances sake do you want me to dust off my resume and come in for an interview with you and, what was that guy’s name?” he asked his father.

“Rick,” Vincenzo supplied unsurprisingly.

“I expect that’s probably the more professional option,” Josh admitted. “What about Wednesday, say around ten?”

“Perfect, I’ll have my people call your people to confirm,” he spoke with a perfectly straight face and earned a disparaging look from his father.

“I would be his people,” Dominic’s wife Finola shook her head. “I’ll give your assistant a call on Monday and set it up. I can’t wait to move back onto dry land.” She turned to Peri, “Don’t ever let Josh convince you that life at sea is all romantic sunsets and vast horizons.”

“It does sound tempting when you put it that way, but I don’t think there’s any chance of that happening in my near future,” she laughed. “Life at sea could get very messy with triplets on board.”

“I forgot about that you look so great!” Finola said earnestly. “Come and tell me all about them while I find another glass of wine.”

“Tell the truth,” Dante smirked, “Was it the wife’s nagging or did your father finally kick you out of home.”

“A little bit of both,” Dominic answered in a deadpan tone. “Seems as good a time as any for a change. Have you caught up with Larry yet? I here he is considering giving up the racing leathers to start a custom bike shop.”

“Yeah the seconds have corralled a table over in the corner,” Josh said.

“That’s my cue then,” Dominic winked and walked over to where they all sat.

“No good can come of that,” Dante looked over to where Dominic had joined the table. “The current table all making an appearance with all of the second sons. Are we trying to make a point or something here?”

“Ah there is Manuel, excuse me, boys,” Vincenzo said and left them where they stood not even acknowledging the question.

“Peri managed to express okay?” Josh asked coming back to his reason for coming over to where his brother stood.

“Yeah I offered to be the pump for her, but she declined,” Dante teased.

“You should have, you’ve been practically obsessed with her tits since she started breastfeeding,” Josh said quietly taking Dante by surprise.

“Well, you could have told me that before she got that little pump out,” Dante made light of Josh’s words unsure of how to take them. “Watching that pump was almost as good, that clear plastic lets you see how the nipple gets stretched out by the suction.” He waited to see what reaction he would get. He’d teased before but this went slightly beyond that, and he half expected Josh to get mad.

“I don’t think I have ever seen her use the hand pump before,” he mused. “Just the electric one at home but its cups aren’t clear like that. Maybe I should get more involved in the process,” he grinned. “Relax D. this is something we all want right?” Josh clapped Dante on the shoulder. “Sometimes you just have to pull the band-aid off fast. I assume this is one of the trials we must overcome before Christmas or have them reappraise the situation.”

“The only trial I was given was to try and pre-empt your needs and help you with an enigma that bothers you. The thing is I don’t have all of the information, and I think that is the point they were trying to make. The idea that I am supposed to know you as well as I know myself was paramount over everything else I was told. It’s my relationship with you and not Peri that matters to the future of the family.” Dante seemed to think about his words. “With Lio it was different, we shared everything from the time we shared the same womb. Now I have to find that sense of symbiosis with you.”

“I never really had that with Nik. She shared my stuff not because I offered but because she took it,” he smiled. “We were close when we were young but never like you and Lio. She needed me to defend her when she was shitty to you all and be that barrier, but I would have done that for any of the girls. The difference was and what you all saw was that she claimed it as her right, and I willingly gave it because we were twins. We never had that symbiotic relationship that you or the Valentine brothers have. Ours was more parasite and host. I was always trying to hang out with you guys when I was younger, but you all had each other, and I had Nik.”

“Poor little Wah-wah. The way I remember it everyone was always fighting over who was going to hang out with you because we wanted to not because we had to. There was no drawing of straws or rock, paper, scissors, you dumbass. Get off that pity pony and get into bed with me,” Dante laughed, “I’ll show you symbiosis.” Josh cocked an eyebrow at the phrase his brother had used and burst out laughing.

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