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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— To be continued

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Before we shut the lights off and went to sleep, Ed asked, “What would you like to do this weekend, Mara, my love?”

“What do I always want to do?” saying what he had come to expect ever since my transition into the perfect ravenous hotwife. Since that night at the roadhouse, Ed had removed all the traditional marriage restraints and happily watched me get picked up by any man of my choosing. I had no idea I would commit so completely but it became my drug of choice. With my husband’s consent I was an irresistible fuck.

“I thought we could take an overnight trip up to Hot Angel Island.”

Now Hot Angel Island was essentially an amusement park for adults. It didn’t start out that way but when the casino went in it changed the surrounding activities as well. Nude beach, gambling, prostitution, a dogging park (on the sly) and a lavish hotel where swingers were encouraged and expected. There was never a shortage of willing participants. It had a reputation.

“I think I could be persuaded.”

Hot Angel Island was actually not an island but a large clearing in the forest hills with a well groomed beachfront overlooking a huge mountain lake. In my mind the perfect spot to get in trouble and I was trouble in a dress.

Ed was excited beyond belief and insisted on coming with me to pick out a new bikini and accessories after work. It was a true fetish wanting to dress me to be seduced by another man. Wait, did I use the singular? I meant ‘other men’.

Before we got out of bed Ed asked if he could get a quickie before work. “Of course, baby,” I said, “How do you want me?”

“Doggy, my sweet. You know how I love to watch that hot ass shake.”

I got on all fours and presented my pussy to him. I never said it aloud but I liked these morning fucks. A wet runway at the mere mention of getting fucked and an orgasmic hair trigger made me the ultimate quickie girl.

“You married well, Edward,” I teased him. “C’mon and take me, big boy…fuck the wifey.”

He joyously entered me and went after it like a demon. “We’re going to have a ball at Hot Angel,” he said, his voice shaking every time he banged me. “I can’t wait to watch my girl take a truck load of cock…I’m cumming, babe.”

“I’m going to perform for you, baby. C’mon, drop your load in me just like like those nasty boys are going to.”

That was just enough dirty talk to put him over the top and with a low moan he released his spunk in my accommodating cunt. “That’s another satisfied customer.”

“God I love it when you play bad girl. It fucking turns me on,” he said, dismounting me.

“I’m not playing, I am a bad girl…your bad girl.”

“Oh shit, are you trying to make me late for work?”

I got very coquettish and teased him, my forefinger pulling down slightly on my lower lip. “Mmmmmm. Guess I’ll just have to wait for the mailman.”

“You’re brutal, Mara. Delightfully brutal.”

I laughed as he had to pry himself away from my gravitational pull to make it to the shower. I sat on the edge of the bed and thought that mailman idea wasn’t such a bad one. Service at your door!

Ed grabbed his briefcase and was gone. We’d leave for Hot Angel Island in the morning but until then I had a space to fill and time to kill. The mailman…hmmmmm. A bit too stereotypical but some of these guys were built sturdy to lug that bag around.

The doorbell rang. The mailman?

It was the new neighbor, Gary, from next door holding a handful of mail from his box.

Still in my morning lingerie, his eyes widened when he saw me, “I’ll get right to the point. Donna went to run some errands, how about a quickie?”

Crossing right behind him was the mailman, looking as buff as the recruiting poster at the post office and depositing the mail to the left of Gary’s proposition.

“Hold that thought, Gary.” I reached up and plucked a piece of mail from his hand, tossed my robe on and brusquely blew past my well hung neighbor. “Excuse me, excuse me!” The carrier was fast and efficient and had a good two house lead on me but I closed the gap with sheer tenacity. “Excuse me,” I said out of breath.

Somewhat surprised, he turned around, “Yes?!”

“This was in our box,” I said, trying to sound sexy instead of wheezing, “but it’s not our mail.” He read the address, “No it’s not, I could have sworn I put this in your neighbor’s box.” Right here I let my robe slip open.

I took the opportunity to fling out a double entendre, “No, you put it in my box. Normally that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”

Remaining all business, “Would you mind sticking it in their box for me?”

“Are you sure I should be doing that? Isn’t that like tampering or something. I’m not a postal employee.” I let the robe reveal a little more.

“No, you’re sure not,” he said, struggling not to let his eyes wander.

“C’mon, I’ll walk back with you.”

He followed me back to Gary’s doorstep and with a smile made a minor ceremony out of putting the letter in the mailbox. “There!”

And as we turned to go towards my lawn I asked, “And could you karaman escort please check my box?”

He stopped, rifled through his bag, “No, I think that’s all.”

Getting very close to him, my sheer lingerie covered tit pressed against his chest. “I’m pretty sure you need to put one more thing in my box. You seem parched, can I invite you in for a glass of water?”

His resistance slowly melting away, he followed me inside like a zombie with only one thing on his mind. Two steps in, I kicked the door shut and dropped my robe and lifted off my lingerie and pushed him back on the sofa.

While I unzipped his postal shorts and worked to pull his cock out I said, “I’m Mara.”

“I know, I read it on your mail. I’m Steve.”

There was something about the exchange that made me laugh.

“What about your husband?”

As I stroked and sucked him I paused, “He’s at work and besides he likes it when I fuck other men.”

As if given the green light he took over, kissing me and going cowgirl he lifted me onto his hard rock cock. I guided him in and twerked a smile across his face. He obsessively kissed me and held my tits. “Fuck you’re hot, Mara.”

Being upright as I was, I noticed, through the two windows we shared with the neighbors, Gary was watching us and jerking off. He saw me look over and, of all things, waved. Fucking moron.

Steve steered me into a doggy fuck and pounded my pussy just the way I liked it, hard and jarring. My head jerked and my ass shook. I was cumming and I knew the one thing that would put me over the top, “Twist my nipples hard, Steve.” He reached around and fulfilled my request so well it took the wind out of me and I had a massive orgasm. Surely my girl juices were flowing down his shaft.

“I’m cumming, Mara! Here’s some more male in your box,” and as he dropped his load in me I looked up over the sofa armrest just as Gary shot spunk on his window. At the same time Donna pulled in the driveway.

Steve got his pants back on and everything in order to continue his route. “Mara, can I see you again? This is my regular route now.”

“Of course, baby. Just remember to knock first. I like my mail hand delivered.”

We kissed goodbye and he reluctantly went off to do his job. On the other side of the house it didn’t take Donna long to figure out why Gary creamed their window. You could hear them yelling halfway down the block.

Every few sentences I could make out, “It’s why I divorced you!” “You’re a shrill bitch!” “…that slut, Mara…” Those and other complimentary arrows were flying everywhere and then nothing. Complete silence.

There was only two possible answers I could imagine. 1) One killed the other. 2) Suddenly, anger turned to, but no, how could that be? Then I looked out at the defaced window and Donna, Windex in one hand and a rag in the other, was cleaning the cum off the sill while Gary was fucking her from behind.

I was shocked that these two mortal enemies were actually doing something together. I liked to think something I did inspired peace in their kingdom.

Gary waved.

***

After Ed got home we had a quick bite out of the fridge and headed for the mall, what I called the cesspool of debauchery. I suppose anywhere that concentrates men and women and overstuffed chairs to watch each other, thoughts will be had. And for the risk takers, the possibilities are endless.

Ed loved watching guys try and pick me up almost as much as watching them fuck me.

I cautioned him that this trip had to be about getting me in a new bikini and getting home so we could leave early in the morning.

“By the way, big boy, I fucked the mailman today.”

“Aw, I’m sorry I missed that one. Did you have fun?’

“Very. I’m on his route now! He’s built like a pro wrestler.”

‘Oooo, I love when the big ones twist you into a knot. Ah, my little man-bait Mara.”

I giggled at his silliness as we walked into the cesspool.

Towards the center of the mall was the lingerie store, scene of an earlier conquest. The ratio between men supposedly waiting for their wives/girlfriends and actual female shoppers was always way off and you can guess which way.

Now, usually Ed separates from me making it appear I’m alone but unlike other times he made a show of me being his girl. We headed for the bikini racks together in search of the sexiest suits made. Ed picked some and I picked out others.

Then as I went into the changing room, Ed asked me to step out and model each one for the benefit of “those poor horny slobs in the ‘guys waiting around’ chairs’.”

I cautioned him, “The store’s not going to let you do that and besides, I need a suit not a suitor.”

“But you might like some balls with your bikini. Just go along with whatever comes your way. It’ll be fun.”

The store business had picked up significantly since we walked in and there were more women with their husbands in tow. Things became a little more chaotic and the pervs, who were loving the view and selection, were lost in the kars escort shuffle.

The first couple times out I could see Ed had engaged a chair buddy in conversation. Pointing at me, I was dying to know what Ed’s warped brain was cooking up with the guy. In the meantime, the staff had more than they could sort out.

After my third showing, I went back to a text from Ed, ‘this time ask for your ‘honey’. Like you need something.’

WTF?

My Ed, if you haven’t noticed by now, is a fucking deviant. It’s one of the things I like about him but sometimes his crafty machinations escape me. I end up going along just to see what happens.

I think that still makes me an accomplice.

I stepped out of the changing room with a bikini that looked like nothing more than three postage stamps and some kite string. I looked over to Ed and his perv pal and their mouths were open.

“Honey,” I shouted according to script, “can you come and help me?”

And then I see Ed nudging the guy out of his chair. “I’m coming, honey,” he says as he approached me. A couple staff members were confused but weren’t confident enough to do anything. When mystery date got close I reflexively took him by the shirt collar and dragged him into the changing room.

Without saying anything I sat on the little bench and went for his zipper. He was in stun zone when I pulled out his cock and put it between my painted lips. Reaching behind me with one hand I untied the string so my tits could enjoy the show. He had this ‘lottery winner’ look as I vacillated between sucking him and licking his balls.

Right then a knock on the door, “How are you doing in there?” said a staff member.

Pausing the blowjob, I said ultra sweet, “Doing great. My husband is helping me try on a few more things. Thank you! Just about done.”

By then, lucky boy had a monster boner so I stood up and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me.”

I pulled the G-string off, turned my back and offered up the goods. He filled my wet hole without hesitation, half in disbelief that he was fucking someone else’s wife. With the full length mirror I got to watch him fuck me which immediately brought me to climax. God, I was such an easy lay. A guy didn’t have to work at pleasing me, my body was constantly at cum ready.

His eyes shut, he withdrew and laid a sticky track down my lower back.

After that I was all speed and efficiency, wiping the cum with a tissue from my purse, getting dressed and collecting the swimwear. I whispered, “Stay close to me, darling.” On the way to the cashier he got the drift and put his arm around me. Just to poke him a little bit I said, “Do you have the credit card, honey?”

At first he was confused but then he feigned patting his pants pockets and, “Oh gee, babe, I thought you had it.”

Looking in my purse, “Oh here it is.” Only one dicey moment was when the cashier was ringing up the suits and one of them had a few spunk spots and she stopped as if to tell me about it. Our eyes met and immediately she knew and put the garment in the bag.

Ed had already gone and I walked out with my temporary husband arm in arm, turned right and there was Ed to intercept us. As he took my arm he said to the guy, “Hope you had a good time.”

Walking away, “And did you have a good time, Mara, my little fuck machine?”

“Ed, doesn’t that naughty mind ever get tired of setting me up?”

“Never. Exciting, isn’t it?”

“He fucked me in a full length mirror.”

“Yes, I am sorry I missed that but I have a very vivid imagination.”

***

We got to Hot Angel Island by 10am, Saturday morning and while Ed took care of the hotel I looked around at all the men and women, most of them there to end up in each other’s beds. It was truly a swinger’s destination and I was getting damp just thinking about it.

Ed had booked us into the top floor facing the water. The room was gorgeous. “Where’d you get the dough for this, money bags?”

“From the, ‘enjoy yourself while you still can fund’. We’re relatively young, I’ve got a stunning hotwife, my dick still gets hard. I don’t know about you but I don’t want to miss a single moment of this opportunity.”

“You’re right, I’m going to change into one of the new bikinis, maybe we have some lunch and hit the beach?”

“Sounds good. Do a fashion show when you’re ready.”

I was nearly busting out of the yellow suit I picked but, of course, that was the whole point. It was so much fun to turn heads and to watch men’s dirty minds fantasize about me as I walked by. I threw on an open front sheer top for lunch.

“Oh my,” said my own personal gawker husband, “you are soooooo sexy, my love.”

“Thank you.” I made sure my hotwife anklet and necklace were in place. There was no question in this place the men would recognize walking opportunity. Everyone was watching everyone else. Kind of weird actually but then again it’s what they/we came for. The ratio of men to women, as one might expect, favored the men meaning the women got an inordinate amount kıbrıs escort of attention.

Entering the open air restaurant Ed had me walk a couple of steps in front of him and when the hostess took us to the table he continued the same formula. “That’s so the focus is where it should be,” he said.

I felt white hot and loved knowing that their cocks were pressing on their clothing to get out as I walked by. I saw one guy ‘adjust’ himself. The hotwife jewelry would bring many offers before the day was done.

“Two mimosas and a danish,” Ed told the waiter.

“That’s it?!”

“Can’t wait to get on the beach. I’ve heard the scenery is great.”

“Okay, what kinds of playground ideas are running through that twisted head of yours?”

“I dunno. Watching you take a two on one or maybe a wife swap? Possibilities, possibilities! I could set up a gangbang with just the raw material in this restaurant.”

“Well don’t look now,” I said looking over his shoulder, “but possibilities are coming this way.”

The well crafted couple stopped at our table and introduced themselves, he with a French accent, “I’m Marcus and this is my wife, Livvy.” Marcus was a handsome six feet of sculpted man and Livvy was a gorgeous, very petite blonde with a sweet, sweet rear end that I could see was getting Ed’s focus.

“We wondered,” said Marcus, “if we might sit and talk with you for a few minutes. Maybe we have similar interests?”

“Maybe,” said Ed, “Please sit. We’re Mara and Ed.” Marcus sat next to me and Livvy next to Ed.

Marcus continued, “There’s probably no reason to be coy since we’re all here for similar reasons. My wife was attracted to Ed and I found your Mara simply mesmerizing…”

“She is,” bragged Ed, “Many men have confirmed that.” Everyone laughed. “And your Livvy is a charming doll.”

Ed straightened up in his chair and it dawned on me that her hand had found its way to his package. It was subtle but unmistakable. Seizing the moment I placed my hand on Marcus’s french jewels.

“From the looks on everyone’s face we seem to all be interested?” said Marcus, “Yes?”

Everyone nodded.

“Wonderful. So! I propose we swap wives now, hit the beach and get to know each other. Then up to our suite for champagne and an afternoon delight?”

We all said yes and we left the restaurant holding hands with our new paramour, heading for a spot on the nude beach where beach umbrellas were set in rows. You camped where available and we got lucky and found two next to one another.

Marcus, admiring my figure, suggested that I remove my suit. “Oh, you think that’s a good idea do you?” I teased him.

“I think it’s an excellent idea. Everyone on the beach should have the pleasure of viewing your magnificent body.”

“I will if you will.”

“Now I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I’ve had a hard-on since we left the restaurant.”

“Oooooo, I like my man to wear his hard-on proudly.”

“Okay, Mara, just for you.” He slipped off his suit and he wasn’t kidding. He was as stiff as an 8 inch piece of PVC pipe and I’m not so sure I didn’t drool a bit when I saw it. “I can’t seem to calm it down,” he lightly complained.

“Here’s something to hold you over until we go upstairs,” and I licked him once like a popsicle.

“Oh god, Mara. You’re such a vixen.”

I flipped over on to my stomach to relax but he continued to be taken with my body and ever so delicately ran his fingertips everywhere. It was a fantastic turn on. I didn’t know what the rules were regarding public sex but I was about to break them.

He was so engaging and sensual I forgot that I had a husband only a few feet away who had designs on a cute little blonde. I’m sure he had visions of hitting that bubble butt of hers. I overheard her say to him in somewhat broken English, “I can’t wait for to have you fuck me.” I looked over and she was naked and kissing him.

One thing was for sure, we had hit the swinger jackpot.

Eventually his heavenly touch put me to sleep, resting like I hadn’t in years. I awoke after who knows or cares how long. His voice was soft and tender like the water gently caressing the shore, “Mara, my love, how would you like to go for a swim?” At that point I would have done anything he asked.

I took his hand and he led me into the water where I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him copiously. Beneath the water his ever-hard cock found its way into me and I welcomed him. We must have looked like young lovers rather then casual swingers.

On the shore Ed and Livvy were transfixed by their mate’s love making. Ed told me later that while he watched us he’d imagined losing me to Marcus, we looked so connected. To be honest, I felt somewhat the same in his arms.

With his back to the shore he suckled my breasts and kept a constant rhythm under the waterline. With his large hands cradling my buttocks I completely lost control and orgasmed deeply and felt his swelling member about to do the same. We locked tongues and he released his cum in my pussy, some of it floating to the surface.

“Mara,” he said slightly out of breath, “I could do this all day.” Ed was right, for this brief moment in our lives I belonged to Marcus and we were in love. “It’s not over yet, lover,” I reassured him, “When we get upstairs I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

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I’ve started to settle in to the open marriage thing. I’m still a little jealous about my husband, Dave, having sex with his mistress, but I’m having sexy adventures whenever I want them, and Dave’s encouraging me to have more. So I’m trying to have a few more, as the sex between us is getting better than it’s ever been, and while I’m entertaining him, she isn’t.

I’ve been trying to keep things quiet, but I did have the guy that delivers the mail at work, Philip, find my Tinder profile. That led to a couple of great blow jobs in his little office in the mail room at work, but I’m not sure that’s something I’d like to repeat too often. People would notice, and that’s really not going to be great for my career.

I was at my desk, barreling through work, when Philip suddenly loomed over me.

“Hi,” I said, sort of distractedly, because I was still thinking about work.

“Hi,” he said, smiling warmly at me. “I keep thinking about those large package deliveries.”

He means me blowing him in his office.

“Uh huh,” I said, I could feel myself blushing slightly.

“And I showed my room mates your pictures, and they think you look really pretty.”

“What” I said, “pictures?”

“Just the ones on your Tinder profile, and the one you sent me of you in the bath.”

“I’d rather you keep that one to yourself,” I said.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “nobody here will ever see it.”

“Uh huh,” I said.

“Anyway,” he said, “I know you said that here isn’t the best place for a rerun.”

I nodded.

“So I was thinking maybe you could come over and meet the guys, and maybe we could have a rerun there.”

That was an intriguing idea.

“How many guys are we talking about?”

“Oh,” he said, “there’s only three of us in the house.”

That didn’t sound too bad.

“OK,” I said, “send me your address and we’ll set something up maybe one evening.”

He gave me a big grin and went on his way.

Emily, who sits across the hallway from me, called over when Philip was gone.

“I think he likes you.”

She’s a really nosy bitch at times.

“No,” I called back, “he just wanted to ask about a room mate situation.”

There, I’m not really lying, so it should be easy to not have a problem there.

My phone beeped, so I looked down at it. It was a message from Philip, with his address, and a suggestion for after work tomorrow. I messaged him back OK, then sat and thought about it. I looked his address up, and it was the opposite direction from work than home, so going via home was stupid. I wanted to look sexy for him and the guys, so I’d need to get changed at work. I didn’t want to leave work looking like a whore though, so I was going to have to think about it a little.

At the end of the day, I went home and looked through my wardrobe. Sexy, but not slutty. Sexy, but not slutty. Then I found the perfect thing – a tennis skirt. I like the way my legs look in a tennis skirt – they sometimes look too big, as I spend time at the gym, running and yoga, but in a tennis skirt, they look fine. I haven’t played tennis in years, but I pulled out my outfit, sneakers and sporty underwear, and put it in a bag.

Dave and I had a quiet night in, and in the morning I called to him as I left – “have a nice day, I’ll be late because I’m fucking three guys after work.”

There, let him stew on that.

The day seemed to drag by, because I was looking forward to after work. Philip dropped by my desk to hand me my mail, and I told him I was looking forward to the evening. He left with a spring in his step that my coworker Emily noticed, giving me a knowing smile.

When the end of the day finally came around, I grabbed my bag and headed for the ladies’ room. I stripped off my work clothes and folded them, putting them on the toilet seat, then kütahya escort dressed. A sporty but small thong that I bought to wear under yoga pants, little ankle socks, and a sports bra. I like the sports bra, because it hides how big your tits really are, so guys get excited when they see it, then more excited when you take it off. I like that. I covered this up with the white tennis skirt and blue and green shirt, and cute tennis shoes. I finished it off with a white baseball cap, with my hair in a ponytail hanging out the back.

Stepping out of the stall, I looked in the mirror… I looked several years younger, and hopefully Philip’s room mates would approve. I went back and put my office clothes away in the bag and headed out.

Nosey Emily caught me.

“I didn’t know you played tennis?”

“I don’t,” I said, “I’m going to a thing.”

She seemed to accept that, and I headed out to the car. I followed the GPS instructions to Philip’s house, and parked in his driveway. I left everything but my phone in the car, and went and knocked on the door. Philip opened it immediately, like he’d been waiting right by the door for me to get there.

“Hi!” he said brightly. “Come in.”

He stepped aside, and I went in. The door closed behind me.

It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the dimmer light in the room, as all the curtains were drawn. There were four other guys sitting there, looking at me.

“Uh, Philip, this isn’t what I signed up for,” I said, nervously.

“Your profile says you like cock,” said one of them.

“Yes, but five is a lot of cocks. And two more than I was expecting.”

“Kyle and Stan were so excited about this that they told friends, who wanted to come along. I thought we could just let Eric and Kenny watch, you said you like being watched,” said Philip.

“I guess,” I said, “but anything goes sideways and I’m out of here, OK?”

The guys all agreed, and two of them, Eric and Kenny, I would guess, moved to a sofa over by the window.

“I’m trusting you to watch out for me,” I told Philip quietly.

He nodded.

“How would you like to play this,” he said, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Yeah, like I was doing gang bangs regularly. I mean, I’ve done multiples, but that’s usually unplanned, I just end up there. Unlike this. Anyway.

“Well, let’s see what I’m working with – strip off.”

I turned and looked at Eric and Kenny.

“You too.”

I know guys are usually self conscious about being naked in front of each other, so I stood and watched them make a big deal about stripping off. I like to have the guys naked first, as it puts me in control, so we do what I want. They also sit with their knees together, rather than taking up as much space as possible, and I find that funny.

I went over to the better looking of Eric and Kenny, and handed him my phone.

“Here, take pictures for my husband.”

“Whoa,” he said, “you’re married?”

I nodded.

I went and took Philip’s hand, pulling him upright and to me. I took my cap off, tossing it to one of the guys, and put my arms around him. We started kissing passionately, because he’s a good kisser and I like getting kissed as a warm up. I was fondling his cock, while he squeezed my bum a bit, then remembered I like my tits felt, and moved his hands up and started feeling them through my clothes.

I backed away for a minute, partly to get my breath back, but also to remove my shirt, dropping it. Philip’s hands went back to my tits, but I worked my way out of the sports bra too, pulling that over my head. I dropped it on the floor next to me as well, and Philip went back to kneading my tits.

We kissed for a while longer, then I said “I know what you want,” and knelt down in front of him. With manisa escort the other four guys watching, I fed his cock into my mouth, going all the way into my throat in the first push. I held my hands up over my head so he could hold them with his hands, and just knelt there with him slowly pumping his way in and out of my mouth and throat as I looked up at him, all doe-eyed.

I could hear the other guys whispering amongst themselves, as Philip held my hands with one of his and put the other on the top of my head, holding me fairly still as he slid in and out.

Eventually he started to speed up, and he pulled out so just the tip was in my mouth. I licked around it as I strained to get more in my mouth, but he held me in place. He erupted, filling my mouth with his cum, and I swallowed as fast as I could so as to not waste any.

I looked up at him again, and he smiled and said “you said you didn’t know what my cum tastes like, well, now you know.”

I popped his cock out of my mouth.

“It tastes like cum,” I told him as I got to my feet.

I watched him sit down as I decided on my next victim. I pointed to him, and the older guy, maybe even as old as me, got up from the sofa.

He came over to me and his hands were immediately pulling me to him. He didn’t seem to want to kiss, having just watched me suck off his roommate, but he was happy to play with my tits.

He bent down and sucked one, then the other nipple. I love getting my nipples sucked. He reached behind me and started pulling my skirt down, so I helped that past my hips and left it lying where it landed on the floor.

He was sucking my nipples, and squeezing my bum with both hands.

I sort of shrugged him off, then knelt down in front of him. I licked his cock from root to tip, getting it nice and wet, then knelt up so I could put it between my tits. I wiggled my tits up and down against it for a bit, then I wiggled one up while the other went down for a bit. I lifted my whole self up and down for a bit, holding my tits together around his cock, then eventually went back to sucking it. It didn’t take long before he was holding my head and groaning. I knew he was about to cum, so I pushed my face all the way onto him so he came straight down my throat.

I held my face against him until he started to go soft, then I let him go. He held his hand out and helped me up, like a gentleman, then headed back to the sofa.

Philip’s other room mate got up, and came over to me. Like his friend, his hands went to my tits, kneading them for a while.

His hands started to slide lower around the bottom of my tits, and then I felt his hands slide around to the sides of my thong, and soon that was down to my thighs. Wiggling didn’t seem to dislodge it, so I pushed him back and told him to go and sit down, then took my thong off, collecting all my clothes into one pile on the floor.

I went over to him, and stood with my legs either side of his and my back to him. I was already really turned on, so I was more than wet enough that I just grabbed his cock and sat down, guiding it into me. I was pretty sure that was going to make some sexy pictures. I reached behind me and found his hands, pulling them around to my tits.

Having watched me blow his room mates, I didn’t think he was going to last long, and sure enough he was soon raggedly thrusting up at me, pulling me back towards him. It really didn’t take long before he was cumming, and I could feel him clenching and thrusting up at me.

When he was all done jerking up at me, I got up. His cum spilled out of me onto his leg, and like most guys he seemed to treat his own cum like it was radioactive, quickly using his shirt to wipe it up. I took his shirt from him and used it to wipe my pussy, too.

Philip came over and hugged mardin escort me.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you naked,” he said.

I realized he was right. I gave him a little sexy hip out, tada kind of pose.

“And what do you think?”

“I think you’re very sexy,” he said.

I noticed his cock was hard again.

“Maybe you can help me with something then,” I said, leading him back to his chair.

I had him sit down, and I turned around and backed down onto his cock. He sat there, holding my hips, and just let me do my thing. I rocked forwards and backwards, up and down, and pulled his hands to my tits.

Philip tweaked and pulled at my nipples, making them as hard as they’ve ever been, while I used his cock like a dildo.

I ground away on him until my orgasm crashed over me in a wave. Philip held on to me while I came.

When I was done, I climbed off him.

“Thanks,” I said.

He smiled at me sweetly. I really appreciated him not trying to get a free fuck out of me, so I bent down and licked my juices off his cock.

Wearing just my tennis shoes, I walked as sexily as I could over to Eric and Kenny. I still didn’t know which one was which. I took my phone back, then went and handed it to Philip.

I went back over to Eric and Kenny.

“Who wants to jack off over my tits?” I asked them.

Both of them jumped to their feet, saying “me.”

I knelt down in front of them, and with Philip taking pictures, held my tits together and up, while they jacked themselves off, staring at me. The other two, Kyle and Stan, came over to watch, standing slightly behind Philip. Probably to stay out of the pictures or something.

The better looking of the two came first, his fist pumping in a blur, and his cum hitting my everywhere from my chin to my navel. That seemed to set the other one off, and he managed to concentrate on getting his cum on my tits. It leaked around my hands and dripped down to my thighs.

I stayed there, on the floor, with my knees apart, and rubbed their cum into my skin. I smiled up at Philip, still taking pictures of me.

When I figured their cum was starting to dry on me, and spread pretty far, I stopped rubbing. I got up, and Philip stopped taking pictures.

“Do you want to take a shower?” he asked.

“Nah,” I said, “I want my husband to see me all fucked up. I’ll wash my hands though.”

Philip lead me through to the kitchen, where I washed my hands, then he handed me a towel.

We went back into the living room.

“I should probably leave you guys to it,” I said.

“You can stay as long as you’d like,” said Philip. “You can even stay the night if you want.”

Yeah, no. I picked up my thong and stepped into it.

“I really want to get home and see my husband, just to show him this,” I waved at myself as I picked up my sports bra. Once I had that on, I pulled on my skirt and shirt.

Philip handed me my phone. I leaned towards him and kissed him on the cheek. He didn’t recoil or anything, which I appreciated.

“I’ll see you at work,” I said, and he let me out.

I drove home. Carefully, the last thing I wanted was an accident or to get stopped by the police looking and smelling like this.

When I got home, I wasn’t particularly quiet rolling in to the house, but Dave was asleep on our bed. It was sweet, really – he was lying on his front, in his boxers. One leg was straight down, and the other was sort of ninety degrees out, and bent at the knee. What this meant was I could see his balls though the leg hole. I carefully settled down on the bed between his legs, and gently tickled his balls.

He woke as his cock hardened, and sleepily rolled over onto his back. I settled down between his legs and pulled his cock out of his boxers and put it in my mouth. He lay back and closed his eyes and relaxed as I sucked him off.

After he’d cum, he sat up and looked at me.

“God, you’re a mess,” he said, “are you OK?”

“Better than OK,” I said.

“And you reek of sex.”

I gave him my phone and headed for the shower, undressing as I went.

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Aamira was a newlywed Pakistani bride married to a businessman in Dubai. She was very shy sexually at first and her father-in-law had arranged for her to spend a week in the compound of a pir, who was their family’s spiritual guide. It was there she was slowly guided out of her inhibitions and trained to satisfy her new husband sexually.

When her father-in-law came to pick her up at the end of the week of training, he had a word in private with the pir, then drove her back home, all the while chatting kindly and telling her how pleased the pir was with her progress, and how he was looking forward to having her back home for his son. Aamira felt pangs of shyness talking to her father-in-law and her nipples involuntarily got hard under her abaya and her slit twitched with moistness in anticipation of meeting her husband.

She had been given a new set of abayas which were buttoned all along the front, and she had been instructed to remain naked under it, as part of her training.

When they reached home she was disappointed to learn her husband was at work. Her father-in-law had other plans, however. He took her to the living room and had the maid bring some tea. As they sat together sipping the hot tea he again told her how pleased the pir fakir was with her training, and that he too was proud of her. He then told her in a firm voice to unbutton her abaya. rize escort Aamira’s cheeks flushed red, not expecting this. She softly offered to wait until her husband was back, but he repeated for her to unbutton, in a harsher tone this time, that meant business. I want to make sure you are fully trained and don’t need to go back, he explained.

Aamira undid the first two buttons below her neck and hesitated, hoping that was it. Without warning she felt a sharp slap across her face that had her reeling. “Don’t waste my time, show me how well you are trained!” he exclaimed.

Feeling the sting on her cheek, with tears welling up in her eyes, she felt her trembling fingers undo the rest of the buttons along the front of her abaya, shifting and adjusting her position to reach into her lap and all the way to the bottom, until the entire front was undone, but bunched up to keep her modesty covered.

“Stand up!” he instructed firmly, “You know how to do it, you have spent a week learning this.” At that, she stood up silently, facing him. He reached out with both hands and jerked her abaya front apart, revealing her erect nipples sticking out of her firm breasts and her glistening bald pussy slit that had slightly spread open to release her twitching clit from the folds. She stood there with her eyes downcast as she was examined by her sakarya escort father-in-law. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally said, “Good!” then added, “Let’s pray for the success of your married life.” And with that, he led her to the prayer room. She stumbled barefoot behind him holding the open abaya together with one hand.

They washed their hands together and entered the darkened prayer room. He knelt down first, touching his head to the floor, and offered a prayer and she followed. As she knelt down, her abaya front came open and her uncovered breasts pointed down. She prayed fervently, fully submitting to the situation. Her father-in-law watched her pray and pushed her shoulders down into a more pious position causing her butt to stick up more. As she was engrossed in prayer, he went behind her and lifted her abaya off her ass from behind, leaving her completely exposed. She felt a pang of embarrassment realizing he could see her asshole and how wet her pussy was. “Good,” he finally said, and gently slapped her ass, obviously pleased by her obedience, “you have learned well.”

She continued to pray in that position, thinking of what would usually happen at the compound with the pir fakir behind her in the darkened room, making her pussy twitch and instantly moisten. And then her longing was fulfilled samsun escort as she felt a familiar thrust of a circumcised cock enter her pussy from behind, just as she had on the final days of her training. Only this time it was her father-in-law’s cock. She kept reciting her prayers as she adjusted to the thrusts, arching her back and pushing her ass up in sych with the thrusts. The added shame of being fucked by a father figure whom she had a fearful respect for added to her arousal, and brought on the most earth- shattering orgasm before her father-in-law pulled his cock out and called out to the maid to come and help clean her up.

The maid was a dark Bangladeshi girl, about the same age as Aamira. She led Aamira to the bathroom, and silently sponged her, taking care to freshen her pussy and butt area. She then produced the same aphrodisiac oil that from the compound, and applied it generously on her pussy slit and nipples. She asked her to turn around, and applied more on her puckered up asshole, sending shockwaves through her head. “This was specially requested by your husband,” she explained softly. Everyone in the household seemed to be in on it, Aamira realized.

When Aamira’s husband arrived, she was fresh and ready for him, radiant in the perfumed oil, and dressed in a cotton kameez, or long shirt, with nothing under. Her husband kissed her and asked her if she was ready.

…to be continued

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This is my first attempt at writing erotic stories. I would love to get your feedback and comments. Also, let me know if you would like me to continue the storyline.

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Please read the first chapter of “Straight Male Exhibitionist” before reading chapter two.

Thank you to artic_fox12 for the editing help.

Hello. My name is Tom and I am an exhibitionist! Luckily for us exhibitionists there is no “Exhibitionists Anonymous.” We can just enjoy our perversion. I became an exhibitionist before I knew the meaning of the word. I have many stories to tell. Unlike most exhibitionist stories mine do not end with phony head jobs, hand jobs or wild sex. I don’t know why writers have to end with a fantasy sex scene. My stories are usually short and end with the audience leaving laughing and giggling. This makes me so horny that I have to jack off. I do not feel guilty or believe any of the psychobabble I read about. I do not try to shock anyone. The audience usually thinks they caught me unaware or by accident at first. I’ve talked with and emailed many straight male exhibitionists over the years. Most have experiences similar to mine. We all can spot the fantasy part of the letters.

In my first story I told how I heard my sister Terry say, “I saw Tom’s. It’s big and has hair on it.” This chapter takes place about a week later. During this time I had tried to figure a way to expose myself to them. I didn’t want to just drop my pants. I wanted them to see it while I pretended I was unaware of it.

The house we lived in was still partially under construction. In the unfinished basement there was a partitioned off space where we changed into our swimwear. I had tired getting caught naked down there, but that didn’t work. I was getting frustrated. Hearing the girls giggling about seeing my cook had given me the hardest hard on I had ever had. I knew I had to have that again.

We lived in the country. And a river flowed through the property, so we used to swim in the river everyday. Anchored about one hundred feet from shore was a large raft that we would all swim out to and horse around; loafing, jumping off and pushing each other off the raft.

One hot afternoon Ellen, Terry, Ruth and I swam out to the raft. I was wearing a pair of boxer type swim shorts with a full built in jock strap. While I was on my back getting a suntan I noticed all three of the girls had positioned themselves so that they could see up the leg of my shorts. This caused my cock to start swelling. It got as hard as it could in the confined space of the jock causing a large bulge and becoming very uncomfortable. I rolled off the raft kuşadası escort into the water to swim awhile. Nothing was said about the bulge in my shorts.

Now I knew how I could expose my cock to them and make it look like an accident.

Later that day I went into the basement to remove my wet swim shorts and hung them up to dry.

While I was standing naked, hanging up my wet swim shorts my cock got rock hard, remembering the girls trying to see my cock. I had to jack off before I could get my pants on.

Planning my next move, I searched around until I found an old pair of boxer type swimsuit of mine. They were a little tight but still usable. I took them upstairs to my room and using a pair of scissors, I cut away part of the jock so my cock would be partially visible while I was lying on my back. I wasn’t sure what I was doing at the time and didn’t want to frighten the girls so I figured I would just give them a little peek.

The next day I went down into the basement and changed into my altered swim shorts leaving my good ones hanging on the line. And then the three girls and I swam out to the raft. We did our usual horsing around. When I lay down on my back the girls were still in the water. They all swam to the edge of the raft where they could see up the leg of my shorts. And as soon as they started looking at my cock, it started to get hard. As it slid part way down my right leg, I placed my arm over my eyes and pretended to doze off. The girls were whispering and giggling. I now wished I had cut the whole support out of the shorts. This was going better than I had hoped. My cock still could not get all the way free and again this became uncomfortable. Again I rolled off into the water.

We continued swimming and talking, the girls not saying a thing about the little show I put on.

That day I hung up my wet altered shorts next to my good ones on the line. I planned on tearing out more of the support once they were dry. Once again, I had to jack off to get my clothes on. I was amazed at how turned on I got every time they peeked at my cock.

The next two days were Saturday and Sunday. Our parents, and our uncle and aunt were home so we behaved ourselves. Come Monday, when I went to put on my swim shorts I noticed my good ones were missing and only the altered ones were there; but someone had torn out a little more of the support. I myself hadn’t had time to do it over the kocaeli escort weekend. But the girls had just changed into their swimwear while I waited upstairs. It seemed to me that they had left a clear message.

Now that I knew they were also enjoying our little “Let’s pretend” game, I carefully tore out ALL of the support. There would not be anything hidden. I could feel the breeze on my cock and balls as I walked with the girls towards the riverbank – in fact I had to be careful my cock didn’t hang out in full view! Again we all swam to the raft, and while they were in the water I climbed up onto the raft. As soon as I could I was on my back with my legs spread wide. I could tell my cock was in full view of the three girls in the water; by the way they were hovering around the edge of the raft. The girls were whispering and giggling again.

I placed my arm over my eyes, as if to shade them from the sun. I shifted around until I could see the girls looking up the leg of my shorts. I felt my cock starting to get hard as soon as they looked at it. They continued whispering and giggling as they climbed aboard the raft, and moved in for a closer look. My hardening cock rapidly slid down my leg. When my cock moved out of my wet shorts, I could feel the hot sun on it. The harder it got the more heat I could feel from the sun. I peeked out from under my arm to see that the girls were staring at my hard cock with rapt attention.

Now that what they had been trying to see was right there in front of them; they were no longer whispering or giggling. They just silently stared at it. I wished I could know what they were thinking and feeling, but they didn’t look shocked or frightened. All three of them had small smiles on their faces. Their smiles really made me horny. They were obviously enjoying looking at my hard cock as much as I was enjoying exposing it to them.

I could feel the cool wet material of the swim trunks on my balls and the still unexposed part of my cock. Because the wet shorts constricted part of my hard cock, it could not stand straight up or flop up onto my stomach. My cock was soon as hard and as big as it was going to get. It was pointing up high enough that I could easily see the head and part of the shaft as I peeked from under my arm. I could also see the girls’ faces as they stared at the big hard cock.

I felt great. They were really turning me on as all three of them watched my hard konya escort cock throb. It was as if their eyes were caressing it. We all seemed to be enjoying this. I shifted around a little now and then until I couldn’t get any more of my cock out into view. The looks on the faces of the girls told me they were happy to be seeing what was sticking up in front of them. The sun felt great. I could feel the cool breeze moving across the pre-cum on the head of my cock. I felt the pre-cum running down my cock. I knew the three of them had to be watching the pre-cum puddle grow on the raft. I had never felt so turned on.

My plan had worked. My cock was fully exposed to the three girls. I had a rock hard, hard on. What was I going to do now? I realized that I hadn’t thought this plan through to the end. I could see the three girls looking at my erect throbbing cock. Should I pretend to wake up and see what would happen? If I did, that would end the game of “Let’s pretend” that we had been playing. Would they be embarrassed that I caught them looking? Would they pretend to be upset?

Even with these thoughts going through my mind my cock remained hard and throbbing. Before I could decide, my body solved the problem. I felt something I didn’t expect; I felt as if I was going to cum. All I could think was “Oh my god! It feels like I’m going to have a wet dream while I’m fully awake.”

As the girls watched I shot a load of cum right toward them. Their eyes got wider than I had ever seen them as they sat there with their mouths hanging open. I could feel my cock throb and squirt load after load of cum. Once I knew my cock was drained of cum and started to wilt, I pretended to wake up. I acted as if I was confused. “What happened”? I asked. They all started talking and pointing at once. “What caused that?” they asked, pointing at a very large white puddle of cum on the raft between my legs. I told them I was sorry they had seen that happen. I explained that I must have had a wet dream. Then I had to explain about wet dreams. Then they wanted to know what I was dreaming about. I told them I didn’t want to talk about it. I promised to tell them someday if they promised not to tell anyone what they had just seen. They readily promised.

I rolled off into the water. They followed me into the water. All four of us splashed water onto the raft to clean off the rapidly drying cum. When the raft was clean we swam home.

One thing was a relief, this time after hanging up my wet shorts; I did not need to jack off to fit into my clothes.

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The first time I stripped with friends was at a rather dull party.

The company I worked for was relocating, but I’d had an offer from another firm and had decided to stay as I liked my little house and the area. The party had been a meal, drinks and music in a large, expensive hotel. Rooms had been booked for all the guests, so everyone had taken advantage of the open bar.

As a single twenty-something, I’d had more than my fair share of attention through the night and was currently sitting on the balcony of the relatively good-looking finance manager who had spent the last hour trying to persuade me, unsuccessfully, to stay with the company. Most of the finance department had returned to his room for a nightcap and had joined in with listing reasons I should stay. As the drink flowed, the reasons became sillier as they realised I wasn’t to be swayed, joking around about my impending departure and where it might lead.

For months I’d worked hard, concentrating on my career, and this was the first time I’d allowed myself a drink and some downtime.

It was also the first time in the company of males outside work. Although I only saw them as colleagues, the manager, as I said, was good-looking, and the other guys were either bookish or still living at home, fresh out of college type.

Talking of career risks, one of them jokingly said, ‘if all else fails, you could always entertain at bachelor parties with your figure.’. The other guys said that was out of order, I was too ‘nice’ for that sort of thing and that he should behave. Because I wasn’t that kind of girl.

All very chivalrous, but surprisingly it annoyed me that they were making assumptions based on what they’d seen at work, professional, serious, hard-working and sensible.

Obviously, these guys only knew me from work and nothing of my adventurous, exhibitionist side.

With a mischievous smile, I decided it was time I had some fun.

After all, I wasn’t going to be seeing them after tonight

Standing, I said, ‘who says I’m too nice for that kind of thing?’

Lying, I added, ‘plenty of girls work their way through Uni stripping.’

There was silence then one of the more confident guys said, ‘did you.’

I leaned in and whispered in his ear, loud enough for the others to hear.

‘Now that would be telling.’

‘I mersin escort still couldn’t see you doing that for a living.’ he said

‘Don’t think you’d have the nerve.’

I wondered how he would react if he knew the truth, how I was an exhibitionist.

Stepping back, I said, ‘oh really?’ reached to my hip and unzipped my skirt, slowly sliding it down, letting the material drop open until they could see a peek of the fabric of my white panties.

‘What are you doing?’ he stammered, looking shocked.

‘Ah, looks like I’m not the one getting get cold feet.’ I smiled, doing my zip back up.

There was electricity in the room, the guys were joking around, but it was somewhat subdued as they tried to process what had just happened.

I wanted so badly to strip in front of them, show them what I looked like naked, turned on, and wet and that I wasn’t the ‘innocent’ they thought me to be.

My chance came when one of the guys said jokingly, ‘If things go wrong in finance, I will certainly book you for a few parties. That was pretty hot.’

There were a few laughs, and several of the guys agreed with him, saying I must leave my number, which I think was a last-ditch attempt for one of them to secure it.

I had a work phone that went off outside of office hours. No one had my personal number.

Then one of them said the fatal line, ‘Bet she wouldn’t strip for real though.’

This was the turn in the conversation, joking as it was, that gave me my in and a chance to see how far I could push things.

‘Well, if you think that’s true, why don’t you put your money down and see if I’m worth a career change? Bet you fifty each, I will strip.’

They thought I was bluffing, but each sorted out fifty pounds, putting it on the small coffee table.

‘Well, there’s fifty each, so if you’re still game…?’

He left the question hanging, and I said.

‘So I should start with this?’ putting my hand to the zip on my skirt, he smiled and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, if you dare.

I could see the anticipation on the guy’s faces, now beginning to wonder where this was going and if I was seriously going to strip. I was, my pussy already damp at the thought of being naked in front of guys I’d been working closely with, who obviously thought muğla escort of me as a quiet professional, serious type of lady. How wrong they were.

Unzipping my skirt, I began easing it over my hips, slowly revealing the silk of my panties. I let the skirt pool around my feet and stepped out of it.

I noticed that all eyes around the room intensely inspected my legs and panties. I could see on their faces the question, would I strip completely. I felt even more excited now, displaying myself to them in just my blouse, bra and skimpy brief panties.

The telltale feeling between my legs said I would.

My blouse soon joined my skirt on the floor. I’d teased, unbuttoning it slowly, letting it slip from my body as I turned in a side-on profile. As I stood there, in just bra, panties and heels, one of the guys asked quietly and polity if I’d mind turning around slowly. I complied, hearing them whispering as they watched me.

As I faced them again, the manager smiled at me and said. ‘I think all the guys will agree you’ve proven the point. That’s enough of a strip to fulfil the bet.’

There was an audible intake of breath, as I said. ‘I don’t think so, but if you feel uncomfortable, feel free to leave.’

A couple of them looked a little shocked as I reached behind and unclipped my bra, holding it in place for a second before letting it slip slowly from my breasts, cupping them with my hands, hiding them from view, exposing them as I let my hands drift to my side. The sight of them all staring at me caused my nipples to stiffen, and from the looks on their faces, I am sure they all noticed my excitement. Wetness seeped from between the lips of my pussy, dampening my panties and making the thin material transparent.

They’d been my work colleagues for so long that it felt strange and naughty standing in front of them clad in nothing but the briefest of panties and high heels. If they couldn’t see me as a stripper now, they never would.

Turning, legs together, I

bent over a nearby chair giving everybody a view of my ass, the silky material of my panties stretched tight over my cheeks.

The room was silent as they waited to see what I would do.

Running a hand between my legs, I slowly rubbed a finger back and forth and fingered myself through the panties. nevşehir escort Hearing one of them remark, ‘look how wet Juliet’s panties are,’ confirmed they’d noticed my excitement and was almost enough to send me to a shuddering climax.

On shaking legs, I turned to face them again, the room deathly silent as I stood in the centre and slowly rubbed myself over my panties, feeling them ride up, highlighting the shape of my mound and slit. Really close to orgasm, I slid my panties to one side, revealing myself to them briefly as I dipped a finger into myself.

My orgasm came quickly, and I could hear their breath quicken as I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out. It was quick and intense. I could feel the juices running from my aching pussy, wetting my inner thighs.

Still shaking, I wiggled my hips and pulled my soaking panties down with one hand while covering my pussy with the other. Moving it slowly out of the way with my panties around my ankles, trailing my fingers over my wet lips and the neatly shaven strip of pubic hair as I exposed my pussy to them.

They could hardly believe what I was doing, and I knew then that I wouldn’t have objected if any of them had made a move on me. Actually, welcoming hands on my breasts and nipples, their fingers searching and exploring between my legs, bringing me to orgasm as they probed my pussy. But alas, it was not to be. They were not the type, not used to this kind of thing, appreciative of the strip and the show, but lacking the confidence to take things further, especially in front of each other.

From the way they were sitting, hands in laps, legs crossed, they were all obviously excited, and I had no doubt I’d be the subject of late-night masturbation as I stood naked, exposed, exhibiting my naked body to my friends and colleagues.

There had been nothing but gasps and whispers from the guys, and they sat just as silent as I picked up my clothes. Not bothering to dress, I smiled at them and said.

‘Thank you for a wonderful goodbye, I know a few of you have taken sly glances in the office, so I hope you’ve all enjoyed seeing me. I hope it’s everything you expected.’

The manager laughed and clapped his hands together, which broke the silence as they joined him. I did a little bow and turned to the door.

‘Hey, what about your clothes.’ one of them said, a little panicked and concerned as I opened the door.

I smiled, ‘I’m only just down the corridor.’

‘But someone might see.’ he added.

I Winked, ‘hope so.’

And with that, I left the room, my colleagues and my job and on to new adventures.

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If you have not done so yet please consider reading this storyline from its beginning. If you don’t you will probably quickly get lost in all of the continuing plots going on. It obviously is your choice to make, but I think overall this story will be enjoyed best when having read the other parts.

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A surprised Ashley looked down at her trembling hand. “Why am I shaking? Why am I suddenly so nervous about doing this?” she brooded. She considered how she had acted way crazier and been involved in way more risky stuff over the past few months, “So how can it be that this relatively controlled activity is unsettling me so much now?”

Her mind traveled back to the day at the lunchroom. She vividly remembered how Sarah’s face had turned deep red, panting, having an orgasm sitting in front of her at that small table. Right at that moment, out of thin air, the young waitress had appeared at their table and had asked “Will that be all, or is there anything else you require?” and a big second climactic wave hit Ashley’s body.

Ashley remembered how her loins had been on fire when she realized she had been caught. Unable to hold back she sat there, also orgasming, unashamedly staring straight at the lovely pointy nipples poking tru the waitress’s uniform. Barely able to suppress moaning out loud she had managed to mumble and stutter “Yes…no…Oh we are…we are Uh…good Oh all good!”

The waitress had lingered at their table for just a bit longer than required. With a mischievous grin on her face, she stood there making eye contact with Ashley as she said “I am glad everything was to your satisfaction.”

Ashley had seen the bright sparkle in her eyes when the girl placed her hand on Ashely’s and briefly squeezed it. It was blatantly obvious the girl knew what had been going on. More so, she probably had enjoyed it, but without saying another word the waitress turned and walked away.

When she and Sarah settled down a minute later, Sarah grinned and pointed at the small piece of paper left behind on Ashely’s side of the table. “Look, my queen! Hahaha, I think you have found yourself another admirer. Looks like someone left you her number.” making Ashley feel equally pleased and embarrassed. Embarrassed or not, she still made the small piece of paper disappear in her handbag. Weird enough, the waitress had not returned when they had prompted for their check. A young bloke had come over to help them. She would have liked to tip the girl, but still flustered, Ashley had not dared to ask him where the waitress had gone.

That all had happened over three weeks ago. When she arrived back home that day, and the adrenaline and rush of her displays had left her body, Ashley’s doubting nature had returned. She had been sitting on the edge of her bed remembering the girl’s hard nipples in her waitresses’s shirt, staring at the piece of paper with the phone number. It had taken her over a week of doubt about whether or not she should contact the waitress. Of course, it had been none other than Sophie who had helped her make up her mind once more.

It had been only days after Ashley’s lunchroom adventure when her friend Sophie arrived back from her business trip to Florence. But to both their dismay as an aftermath of that trip, her friend had been swamped with work assignments and so far they had only managed to meet up once. They had dinner at their favorite restaurant together. Not having been intimate for a while they sat there, desperately lusting for each other. The place was very crowded that evening, and even for them, it seemed too risky to give in too much to their feelings. Above the table, they held hands exchanging their latest ‘war stories’, while under the table there had been some minor footsy play.

It was days later when late at night a frustrated Ashley was on her back in bed, legs wide apart, working her clit with her vibrator. Desperately trying to find some satisfaction as she still had not been with Sophie. Struggling to find a climax Ashley suddenly remembered Sophie’s words during dinner “You silly goose, of course, you will contact the girl!” and she also remembered watching the glint of desire in the waitress eye’s.

She shivered when she let the vibrator slip, and its sensation ebbed away from her lovebud. She reached for her mobile and swiped to the letter ‘c.’ for her contacts. There she was, she had saved her entry name as ‘Chrissy W’, she pressed the text app and started typing.

“Hi Chrissy, Ashley here. You left me your number at the lunchroom, remember?.”

“Sorry it took me this long to react, but I was not sure if I should.”

Feeling unsure how to continue, and not wanting to think too long about what she was doing as it would possibly make her reconsider, she pressed send.

Ashley’s heart almost skipped a beat when an answer arrived barely three minutes later.

“Hello Ashley, of course I remember, how could urfa escort I forget?! Why were you unsure?” and it was followed with a smiley and a heart emoji.

The ice was broken very quickly as Chrissy turned out to be a spontaneous open young and self-confident woman. They texted for quite a while that night and with Chrissy being fun and easy to talk to it did not take long for the topics to turn to private matters fast. Ashley smiled to herself thinking how easy and normal it seemed for the young woman to be talking about such intimate things on the phone with an almost total stranger. Thinking I could never have done that when I was her age, but she loved the young girl’s frankness and attention. The smoldering desire the vibrator had left behind between Ashley’s legs was ignited again when Chrissy, which turned out to be short for Christine, told her about her actions that day at the lunchroom. She found out the reason why Chrissy had not returned to their table that day.

She told Ashley that whenever she had a chance that afternoon, she had spied on Sarah and Ashley’s secret public play, admitting that it had turned her on, or as Chrissy unceremoniously phrased it “it made me horny and wet as fuck!”. She told how she had been hiding behind a pillar very close to their table, leaning against it while watching and listening to them, while her hand had been inside her skirt sliding over her lips inside her damp panties. She told Ashley how she had felt ashamed about secretly watching them but at the same time very aroused and how she had not been able to stop touching herself in public. Ashley had smiled when reading the girl’s open-hearted confession, all too well recognizing having such conflicted feelings.

It did not take very long that night for the events to shift from relating stories and making confessions more into action on both sides of their mobiles. The texting more and more evolved into sexting and Ashley’s vibrator was scooted back over her eager twat when that first picture of two sleek fingers pushed inside of Chrissy’s young pink wet pussy popped up on the screen of her mobile. They did not make a video call that night but a large number of self-pleasing selfies had been exchanged, and in two beds it had ended with a self-induced but no longer lonely feeling satisfied orgasm.

They had texted a few times since but things did not escalate like they had in their initial contact, at least they had not yet. Ashley had come to like the open-minded young girl a lot, even without meeting her in person again. By now she was also pretty sure the feeling was mutual and they would meet up soon. The day after their digital frolicking she had told Sophie all about Chrissy and she was not surprised at all when her friend replied “Told you so!” to be followed with, “and once she is sufficiently trained you better share her with me as my reward!”

Ashley’s response had been “You are such a horny slut! Is pussy and cock all that is ever on your mind?”

Sophie sighed “Yes! And I have neither of them here with me right now. Oh my god, I miss the feel of Silvio’s throbbing cock pounding me deep inside while I am eating you.”

Ashley had helped her masturbating girlfriend to another remote climax by making the stories she told her in that call as explicit and raunchy as she could, knowing dirty talk was something her friend enjoyed.

At the end of relating her Chissy’s lunchroom story, she had suddenly picked up the lovense toy held it in front of her mobile, and showed it to Sophie. Ashley spoke into the mobile “This is the thing that was vibrating inside Sarah’s wet cunt as she came, right in front of me and Chrissy at that table!” and the response of her friend was instant.

“That is… Oh hhng yes yes I iiii mmhnnng” and Ashley watched how Sophie’s face went blank as she floated away into the high of her orgasm.

That day Ashley had been fascinated by how seeing the small toy somehow had been able to make such an impact on her friend’s body and mind and make her orgasm hard. She also remembered how Sarah had told her where she and Pete had seen such toys on the internet and something inside Ashley’s mind almost seemed to short-circuit.

The voice in her mind said “Imagine the thrill of being seen. Not only by accident or by a few people. But to be out on public display for real, for an entire crowd.”

The thought had been burning in her mind for a week since it first had taken its roots and she could not get rid of it. The voice in her mind had been almost as intrusive as that first time she had stepped naked in front of her bedroom window “You know you want to try, you need to, at least once. Just give in to your needs and surrender yourself.”

The devil and angel inside of her head had fought another battle for days going back and forth between “You want to!” and “You shouldn’t” and “You must!” and “But you can’t!” But deep inside she had known all along what part of her would sivas escort win that battle, so at the end she had surrendered.

She had done some research and now here she was. All alone in her bedroom, thinking she had been ready to surrender, yet still somehow suddenly having trembling hands. She had done her homework on how to approach this, but now it was getting all very real. Standing in front of her bed next to the light, she looked down at the bed and everything surrounding it. Checking for the hundredth time that nothing was there that could give away her identity.

She looked at the display of her bed on the camera and with a trembling hand she made a last-second adjustment, tilting it just a bit more downwards. Once more making sure her laptop was just out of frame and that her face would not be shown if she would sit down at the top of the bed in front of the camera. Another shiver ran through her body when she corrected herself, not ‘if she would sit down’ it was ‘when she would sit down.’ The voice inside went “You know you want and need this, you are prepared and now it is time to surrender and show yourself”

Her naked body shivered when she remembered one of the harder parts of surrendering to this need. She had to set up an account at a webcam site and when doing so she had to give them proof of her true identity to ensure she was an adult. That had been a big step and still a concern to Ashley. But her thirst to try this at least once had proven to prevail over all of her concerns.

She looked over at the lovense on her bed with the open jar of coconut oil next to it. She sat down at the edge of her bed and on the laptop logged in to her account. At the ‘go live’ menu options she hit the ‘test stream’ button and the view of her bed popped up on her laptop screen.

While still in test mode she hopped onto the bed and leaned back against the carefully placed pile of pillows. She looked over at the screen of the laptop and was satisfied that her face was not showing up in it. The screen showed the naked body of a woman up to her tits with very big hard nipples on a bed next to a toy.

Yet another body shiver hit her when the last dying sound of resistance whispered in her mind “You mustn’t!” only to be immediately drowned out by the sensation between her legs.

Sitting on the bed watching her image on the laptop screen she picked up the toy and turned it on. She slipped a hand between her legs and knew she would to able to slip the toy inside her moist cunt without using the oil. Still, she put some of the scenting oil on the toy before placing it on her cunt.

She had been right, her slippery cunt eagerly swallowed up the toy as she put slight pressure on it. She softly moaned as it slid in, never having used it herself before, it was presenting a strange but nice filled-up sensation.

Ashley sighed out loud as she leaned forward, reached for the laptop, and hit the ‘go live’ button.

Nothing much changed on the screen other than a small red dot on her screen indicating she was now streaming ‘live’ on the internet. Only now looking at the lovense menu on the screen she was sure she had also properly set up the toy so it could be used by visitors to the site.

Briefly her mind battled again “You are crazy! Turn it off!” but at the same time, she watched how on the screen the hand of a woman started caressing a breast ending up circling a very hard nipple. It looked so inviting and as the nipple was pinched Ashley moaned out loud realizing she was watching herself. She glanced at the screen and where at the bottom the visitor count previously had said 0 it now said 3.

Almost in a panic, Ashley’s mind went “Oh my god, I am being watched” when a message appeared in the chat window “Hi there gorgeous, looking good!”

Her mind switched from panic mode to horny as realization hit her “Somebody out there likes watching me.” and she pinched her nipple again. Her eyes went wide from the self-inflicted nipple pain but also because she noticed the visitor number had gone up to 17 already.

In the chatbox the number of names of visitors increased and there were no longer only random guest names. There were users with registered accounts on the site visiting as well. She had not been online for five minutes yet and another message appeared “Nice pair of legs you got there VictoriaMcSlut”

Off screen Ashley smiled as she realized she just now for the first had been called by the handle she had chosen, and she liked it.

She had decided not to use sound recording yet, and to acknowledge his (or her’s) attention she made her other hand travel over her legs.

By now the number of visitors had reached 32 and while caressing her leg and making her hand travel up towards the itch between her legs Ashley wondered how many of them would be men stroking their cock while watching her, when suddenly it happened. The toy unexpectedly came alive and unprepared for its sensation tekirdağ escort Ashley’s entire body quivered as off-screen she moaned “Oh fuck me.” The vibration only lasted for a second and it was gone.

She knew she had set it up so users could control the toy should they be willing to pay some coins for it, but in her naivety, she had not expected they actually would. She had figured that putting herself out on display would provide her with all the pleasure she required. But the instant when that brief vibe hit her she fully understood the blissful look on Sarah’s face at the lunchroom, and she remembered the second part of her plan.

She reached for her mobile where she had already prepared a text to send out which said “You want to see this!” and it contained a link to her webcam page. Another vibe hit her insides and with a soft moan, she pressed send forwarding it to Sophie, Sarah, and Chrissy.

With the text sent to their targets, she leaned back against the bedrest and having a mind of her own her legs fell open and her hand traveled to her clit. She knew she needed more when yet another short vibration hit home.

She moaned “Oh” and peeked at the chatbox that was filling up with all kinds of messages now.

“looks like somebody is horny!”

“Look at that cunt”

“I am wanking so hard for you baby”

“Put a finger inside”

“Lick your tits”

and another wave hit the inside of her pussy, one that lasted a bit longer this time.

Involuntarily Ashley started rocking her hips to the sensation. She put two fingers in her mouth wetting them and pressed them on her clit when the vibration stopped again. Almost in agony, she whimpered “No!!!!”

She glimpsed at the screen where the chat of user ‘Freedome69’ said “want more?”

She grunted out loud to the screen “Oh fuck yeah more please” before realizing they could not hear her. So instead she started skating her finger over her wet swollen clit.

Again it was user ‘Freedom69’ who tipped, making the antenna of the vibe blink and light up. He had been more generous this time and Ashley thought the toy seemed to explode inside. Her fingers went wild on her clit as the sensation of the toy hit her from the inside.

She was moaning loudly now “Ohh gggh fiuck yeaah m gooooaad” and it stopped again.

“No no noooo” sniveled Ashley as she rubbed her clit and with one hand on the keyboard of her laptop typed “please give me more”

She looked at the screen and noticed that wave had only been 10 seconds at medium setting. That brief moment had brought her close to an orgasm and only now she appreciated what she had put Sarah through in the lunchroom.

The texts in the chatroom were getting filthier by the minute and Ashley loved taking them all in, realizing she and she alone was causing this.

“slap your clit bitch.”

“Show me your gaping asshole.”

“Where are your feet?”

“you are so pretty”

“I am rock hard and leaking precum for you!”

“Show us your face slut”

“My pussy is also drenched”

“I wish I could lick that needy button”

“Want to see my cock?”

“Do you squirt?”

“I came so hard for you filthy whore!”

With so much to take in her mind decided to follow the texts of her brand new suitor Freedome69 who’s reply to her plea had been “Want more? Convince me and make me!”

She typed “what do you want me to do?” and his (or her) prompt reply was “Pinch your pretty left nipple hard for me.”

Even before she reached and pinched it hard as she had been told another ten-second wave started punishing her pussy. Her groins involuntarily started fucking the air as if trying to take in a pounding cock deep. She looked at the screen and it said “hmmmm nice, now convince me some more.” but another message also caught her eye.

Guest12634 had said, “Thanks for the invite my slut queen, my wet cunt is being fingered while enjoying your show.”

She knew this must be Sophie and still grinding her hips she typed “So am I my friend!” when suddenly the lovense seemed to explode sending variating patterns of electric impulses that she could feel travel from her toes to the hairs on her head. Freedome69’s accompanying text said “Do I have your attention again?” with a devil and a smiley emoji next to it.

With a quivering hand, she typed “Yes you do!” and placed one hand on a nipple where her other fingers traveled down to her clit again.

He did not disappoint as the screen popped up ‘earthquake 30 seconds”

Ashley gasped out loud as the term was entirely justified. Her body started convulsing as wave after wave tortured her cunt with abysmal pleasure.

Freedome69’s text said, “Take it like a true slut for me. I am so hard right now.” when Ashley noticed another line on her screen.

Guest97854 had said, “What would your neighbors think of you if only they could see you right now you horny beast?!” with a winking smiley next to it. She knew it had to be Sarah and or Pete, they were watching as well.

She also saw the visitor count now was 173 and again the realization of how many people next to her friends were watching her as she lay there rubbing her clit hit her. frantically stroking her clit she wailed “Yes look at me, I am your slut”

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Author’s Notes:

This story focuses on somewhat naive female robot dominance, boot and glove fetishism and some adventure of a poor chap that’s in the wrong place at the wrong side. (You decide)

There are four more parts to this story. All together they would be the size of a short novel. This is the first part. Please give any comments or criticisms. If interested, I can supply the other 4 parts which are finished. [All parts have been compended in this page. Ed.]

Robots are nowhere near the level of Mori as of 1998. Japanese Universities are doing the most work with humanoid type robots. These robots can make a few different facial expressions and respond to stimulus such as light, but these skills have not been combined into 1 robot yet.

Part 1: DON’T WORRY, LOOK FOR TROUBLE AND IT WILL FIND YOU!

One day I was poking around in the advanced technology laboratory section of the Fourth National Bank, where I am presently employed. A colleague provided me with the combination of a locked door. She said that an optical ATM was going through “burn in” test and that I should have a look at it. Upon entering the ATM lab, I noticed another door that read, “Cybernetics experiment, please keep out, POTENTIALLY HAZARDOUS”!!! Being curious to a fault and marginally clever, I punched the same combination as the outer door and the entry light went to green! I open the door slightly and tried to look into the darkness.

I felt for a light switch and could not find one. By accident the door closed behind me and I lost my bearing. My eyes began to adjust to the dark and I noticed that my arm was cutting through an electric eye of red light. I expected to be quickly caught by security but waited a few minutes and nothing happened.

Becoming more bold, I stood up and walked across the room. It looked like a small banking center with teller booths, but strangely no glass. There was a tarp behind one of the booths. As I walked toward it, I must have tripped an electric eye and some lights came on. I froze for about a minute and still nothing happened. I went over to the tarp and lifted it up. What I saw was quite curious!

A robot of a young asian woman was sitting in a rolling chair with it’s eyes closed and hands folded on it’s lap. The robot had straight shiny jet black hair a a few inches past it’s shoulders, the bangs were cute little fringes and the skin was fairly light. It had a quite a pretty face (looked about 25) with sensuous lips and a slightly turned up nose, which looked somewhat caucasian. The makeup was fastidiously done, but on the heavy side. The lips were very red and glossy, the eyebrows were pencil thin and the eyelashes were prominent. The robot’s outfit was of particular interest. It featured a very clingy silky red dress that ended just below the knee. The sleeves were kind of loose and had a fancy braided pattern on them. She also wore a very feminine looking scarf around her neck. I started getting a bit turned on when I noticed that the robot was wearing white nylon gloves that were folded in her lap and disappeared somewhere under the loose sleeves of the dress. What really got me going was when I looked down and saw heels, not just high heels but glossy black leather boots with about stiletto 5″ heels that disappeared under the robot’s dress. I could tell from the way the boots were filled out that the robot was designed aestetically to have muscular calves and thin thighs.

Being the curious perv that I am, I went down on one knee and rolled up dress slightly to find that the boots continued up above the knee. Feeling guilty about violating a poor apparently defenseless robot, I gave up searching for the boot tops.

Stepping back a little I took the whole figure of the robot in. You could tell that it was a bit on the taller willowy side, and the breasts were created slightly oversized.

At this point no security people had appeared so I relaxed a little. Being curious about the texture of the robot, I touched it’s face. It was a smooth silicon with painted highlights to give a non- mannequin appearance. The skin gave slightly to the touch, so there must be a sophisticated gel system under the silicon. I touched the hair and it felt like an expensive toupe that a friend once owned. The hair also had a nice herbal scent. I also delighted in touching the tops and fingertips of her silky gloves. They were so smooth and cool, it started many fantasies thinking what those gloves might do in action. What could you train a robot to do?

Next, my hand felt a bump on the robot’s neck and noticed that it was a switch. I pondered for a moment what might happen if this turned the robot on. Thinking with my glands rather than with my brain, as usual, my desire to see the robot open it’s eyes overwhelmed any caution.

As I flicked the switch, the robot did nothing for about 30 seconds. Suddenly the large dark almond eyes opened and the robot was looking right at kilis escort me. In a sweet but firm voice with a Hong Kong accent, it said –PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME, BANK ID AND BUSINESS. IT IS AFTER HOURS, YOU MUST OBEY!! Not knowing what to say, I stuttered and stammered allowing the 10 seconds to elapse. At this point the robot responded: –YOUR IDENTIFICATION TIME HAS ELAPSED! PLEASE SURRENDER BY SITTING DOWN ON THE FLOOR AT THE TELLERBOT’S FEET. IF YOU DO THIS, I WONT HURT YOU, OTHERWISE I CANNOT BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR INJURY! I AM DESIGNED TO PICK UP 300 POUNDS OF DEAD WEIGHT AND MY HAND GRIP OF 75 LBS PER SQUARE INCH WHICH IS ROUGHLY THREE TIMES THE STRENGTH OF AN AVERAGE HUMAN MALE. I REPEAT, YOU MUST SURRENDER!! As the tellerbot finished it’s sentence, it hesitated for a few seconds then stood up, standing at about 6 feet, almost two inches taller than myself. I stood frozen as it walked over to a wall. The right tall black boot of the tellerbot stepped on a hidden switch, which opened a built in wall control panel with several (circuit breaker type) throw switches in it. Her white nylon glove slid several inches out of her sleeve without giving away it’s full length, as she reached toward the control panel switches. At this point she eased off the floor switch with her boot and then in unison reapplied pressure with her boot and deftly flicked the throw switch. This appeared to be some kind of a sequence as I heard a few clicks which indicated that now all of the outer doors were locked!

The robot spoke again, –INTRUDER, THERE IS NO ESCAPE, ALL DOORS ARE SEALED. BEGIN INTRUDER ACQUISION-LEVEL1!! The tellerbot’s same white glove then efficiently threw another switch as her boot stayed firmly planted on the hidden floor switch. This caused the room to be split in half as a gate came down between us. As soon as the gate came to a halt in the down postion, that soft white glove, that seemed so cool, smooth and innocent before was pulling on a lever that was sliding the gate toward me horizontally across the ceiling at a slow but deliberate rate. I was shocked, yet unbelievably turned on and wondered if I could sue the bank for giving me a coronary? Well, I wasn’t hurt yet, but who knows what’ll happen. The robot would pull on the lever, look my way again and repeat the action. The gate stopped when I was snared in a 3 feet by 10 feet section of the room. Next, the tellerbot snapped shut the control panel and slowly sauntered toward me. I became more and more agitated, yet I could feel my erection trying to pop thru my pants as the bootclicks on the tiled floor became louder and louder. The robot walked over to a small hidden door in the gate and punched a code. She stepped into my cell and closed the door behind her and faced me.

My android persuer spoke again, –BEGIN FINAL INTRUDER ACQUISITION!. The robot pulled a small strobe light out of her pocket and positioned her gloved finger to turn it on. This was the last straw, I was not going to be caged and then further humiliated. I had superior intelligence to this thing and hopefully some more craft! One hundred ninety pounds of me went barreling toward the robot’s shoulder, hoping to knock her off balance and make her drop the strobe, hoping I could either disable her or limit her sight by getting the strobe myself. I was able to knock her in the shoulder, yet it was quite painful for me. She wobbled a bit, but held onto the strobe. What happened next was a bit of a surprise!

The tellerbot took the strobe and dropped it outside of the gate. I thought, maybe I confused it? The robot spoke again, –COMPLETE FINAL INTRUDER ACQUISTION, PHYSICAL CONTACT. This time the android came directly toward me first. Her mincing steps in the high heeled boots came faster and faster, then she stopped about 4 feet in front of me. She took a half step back and put one foot forward and sexily rocked a tall black boot on it’s heel. This distracted me a bit too long as she backhanded me across the jaw. This didn’t hurt alot, but knocked me off balance. She effortlessly stepped forward and crossed her boot behind me in the direction that I was off balance and simultaneouly caught hold of my wrist. One quick twist of her hand on my wrist in the direction of my weight caused me to trip over her foot. As I tripped over her foot she lifted it up so I landed on by back. Next, she sat on my chest adjusting her weight forward rendering me immobile. She spoke again, –SURRENDER NOW AND I WILL DISPENSE MY SLEEPING GAS CANNISTER, WITH THESE WHITE GLOVES THAT YOU TOUCHED BEFORE! Being wild with anger and fear, I tried to rock her off to no avail. She just adjusted her weight forward again which dampened my rocking. Next, she brought her black leather boots up and wrapped them around my neck. In spite of my fear, I could still smell the “new” leather scent. The robot spoke, –YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE, MY BOOTS THAT YOU SPENT APPROXIMATELY 67.3% OF OUR CONTACT TIME STUDYING WILL INDUCE kırklareli escort YOUR SLEEP. I felt the pressure around my neck increase and then there was darkness.

Part 2: THE INTERROGATION

I woke up with a nasty headache, staring at the ceiling of an examination room, much like in a doctor’s office. When I attempted to get up, I noticed that my arms and legs were bound by large cuffs of velcro . The cuffs were not pulled taught, but tight enough that one set of fingers could not help the other arms or legs escape. I also noticed that my clothes had been replaced with a throwaway medical gown. There were also several unfamiliar pieces of medical equipment in the room. This situation was truly bizarre and it really didn’t add up. Fourth National bank wasn’t a government agency like the CIA. Who would spend millions on a robot like that? I pondered these questions for about 5 minutes and then heard the hollow clicks of boots on tile outside of the room.

My heart began to speed up rapidly. The door opened and the tellerbot appeared again. This time she was wearing a white lab coat over the red dress from before. The white nylon gloves were exchanged for black rubber gloves which also disappeared under her rolled up lab coat sleeves about 1/2 way up her forearms. The boots were the same black leather ones as before. She wore a small pink carnation pinned near the center of her chest. She clutched her rubber gloved hands together as if in anticipation of something, then spoke, –INTRUDER, ARE YOU NOW READY TO IDENTIFY YOURSELF AND PURPOSE? GIVEN YOUR TENUOUS SITUATION, I WILL GIVE YOU MORE TIME THAN BEFORE TO RESPOND. WOULD YOU LIKE SOMETHING FOR YOUR HEADACHE FROM THE STRANGULATION?

I nodded yes.

The android pulled open a drawer from under the table I was Secured to and produced a 2 pack of anacin. She ripped open the packet and put the two aspirin on the padded table next to me. Next she went over to a sink and got me a glass of water. The robot put the two pills in the palm of her rubber gloved hand and brought them up to my mouth for me to swallow. I picked them up in my lips and hesitated for a moment, pretending to be positioning the aspirins in my lips. The real reason was to savor the texture of the rubber glove touching my face and to breathe in it’s scent. She then held the paper cup to my lips and seemed to be studying me as I drank the water.

–INTRUDER, IT IS NOW TIME TO SUPPLY THE REQUIRED INFORMATION. YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS. I thought, oh shit, not again. I lost my head, not wanting to indentify myself and the allotted time passed by again. The tellerbot spoke again, –BEGIN INFORMATION EXTRACTION SEQUENCE, PHASE I. The robot stepped on a pedal under the table with one of her high black boots and my bonds became tighter. Next, she pulled my medical gown off of my body and ripped off the sleeves. I was prone and nearly naked except for my underwear briefs. My vulnerability to this android caused my manhood to swell to new heights.

The robot spoke again, –INTRUDER, THIS MACHINE WILL GAUGE YOUR STIMULATION TO MY INTEROGATION. PREPARE FOR SAMPLING. The robot’s rubber gloved hands made themselves very busy turning on and adjusting the knobs on an electronic box that looked like an EEG, but it wasn’t. Six electrodes were carefully placed on my scalp. The box had a simple display on it. There were two black horizontal lines near the top and bottom. The line near the top was marked “pleasure threshold”. The line on the bottom was marked “pain threshold”. The robot stepped back from the table in full view and slowly paced the room, her high heeled boots made a quiet swishing sound against the lab coat as she studyied the display. A thick green bar appeared from the center of the screen and nearly rose to the line marked pleasure threshold. — CAPTIVE, YOU SPEND A HIGH PERCENTAGE OF OUR CONTACT TIME WATCHING MY FOOTWEAR, IN ADDITION DURING THIS PERIOD YOU REGISTER A HIGH THRESHOLD OF PLEASURE. YOU ALSO TOUCHED MY BOOTS WHEN I WAS IN PASSIVE MODE. I went to speak, but the robot hushed me by putting her rubber covered hand over my mouth. QUIET! YOUR SUBJECTIVE INPUT WILL BE EVALUATED AT A LATER TIME WHEN YOU LEARN TO OBEY!

PREPARE FOR PAIN THRESHOLD CALIBRATION!

The android first located a pressure point on my upper thigh and gave it a healthy squeeze. The monitor showed my reaction slightly above the pain threshold.

PREPARE FOR PLEASURE THRESHOLD CALIBRATION!

The tellerbot stood along side the table and placed her cool rubber gloves on my stomach. They seemed to be tracing random patterns . I slowly realized what was happening as the movements gained effectiveness in tickling me. Suddenly the tellerbot’s rubber gloved hands burrowed into both of my ribs simultaneously and it dawned on me that her interrogation included tickling. I enjoyed sensual tickling, but this was sensory overload. It was a different type of tickling from what karabük escort I had ever experienced. Instead of soft strokes, the tellerbots fingers were like small yet powerful vibrators. Sometimes the vibrations were rapid and tiny, other times she poked me with her rubber fingertips. The effect was maddening, but highly erotic. The robot also seemed to catalogue my most ticklish spots as my ribs were fully “sampled”. I tried to move away from the fingers and screamed out. Without missing a beat, the tellerbot tightened my bonds with a brief tap of her boot on the table length adjustment pedal, located under the table and continued her treatment. Her face had a single minded determined look which barely changed expression. At this point my genitals were becoming intensely sore from the robots incessant tickle teasing, yet the gloves never touched my genitals. I was experiencing blue balls and beyond. At one point the robot did seem to study my chronic erection.

DEAR CAPTIVE, IT IS NOW TIME TO GO BEYOND THE PLEASURE THRESHOLD. YOU ARE SUFFICIENTLY VULNERABLE TO TICKLING. COMMENCE TICKELING LEVEL II Without saying another word the android produced two feathers out of her apron pockets. Her black rubber gloved hands holding the feathers began their random patterns, but this time on many body parts: the navel, breasts thighs, belly then back to ribs. Her pretty asian features barely changed from that determined expression, occasionally pursing her lips when a particularly ticklish spot was discovered. The tickling attacks became very random, I didn’t know where she would strike next. At one point the robot was able to look away from the feedback screen and my body and just tickle. After the sampling was finished, the pleasure turned into agony because all of the sensitive spots were given just too much feathered attention. When I thought that the agony had reached a peak, it got worse. She seemed to tickle at the same maddening rate, but spend all of her time on the sensitive spots and travel very quickly between them. I found myself laughing out loud uncontrollably. After a few minutes she stopped.

DEAR INTRUDER, CAPTIVE AND POOR SOUL, YOUR BODY HAS BEEN SAMPLED TO THE EXTENT THAT I CAN CAUSE YOU AGONY AT WILL. IN FACT I CAN NOT GUARANTEE THAT THE NEXT LEVEL OF TICKELING WOULD NOT CAUSE A PHYSICAL OR EVEN MENTAL HEALTH RISK. SHOULD I CONTINUE WITH LEVEL 3 TREATMENT? To show her serious intentions, her beautiful, yet relentlessly punishing black boot stepped down once more, on the table length control, which made my bonds impossibly tight. Next, she fixed me with an angry gaze and slowly closed the distance between the feathers and my captive torso.

During this bizarre chain of events, I couldn’t think very clearly (the tickling was driving me downright loopy) and attempted to hatch a desperate plan. I didn’t want to be caught poking around in this experimental lab, yet being on the edge kept me from seeing the possible ramifications of fraudulent actions. There was only one bank name and matching ID that I knew besides my own. In desperation I interrupted the android, –MS Tellerbot, I have your answer! Without moving, she stared intently at me.

Part 3: GETTING TO KNOW YOU

INTRUDER, I AWAIT YOUR ANSWER. LACK OF HONESTY WILL RESULT IN LEVEL 3 TICKLING AS PUNISHMENT. PLEASE PROCEED.

My name is Steven Tweed.

WHAT IS YOUR BANK ID AND MOTHER’S MAIDEN NAME?

My ID is 116046 and my mother’s maiden name is Astor.

WHAT IS YOUR SOCIAL SECURITY ID.

043-71-0987

HUH …?

MR CEO?

(The CEOs blue blood background was nearly common knowledge. We administer the database for the CEO’s private portfolio which includes his SS# and bank ID. Being a bit envious I seemed to remember some of his particulars.)

I CANNOT FULLY COMPLETE YOUR SECURITY PROFILE BECAUSE THERE IS NO OCCULAR SCAN ON RECORD FOR YOU. AS SUCH, YOUR RELEASE IS IMPOSSIBLE. YET SINCE I HAVE A 51.7% CONFIDENCE RATE THAT YOU ARE STEVEN TWEED.AS SUCH,, YOUR INTEROGATION WILL CEASE. PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGY UP FRONT! I’M SURE YOU RECOGNIZE MY SECURITY OBLIGATIONS. I REALIZE THAT MY PAST ACTIONS TO A CEO COULD HAVE SERIOUS RAMIFICATIONS.

The tellerbot hung her head low for a moment. She then stepped down with one of her glossy boots and significantly loosened my bonds.

SHALL I TOWEL OFF YOUR BODY FLUIDS MR CEO?

I nodded.

The android went over to the sink and prepared a hot towel bath. She returned and with apparent tenderness gently washed my whole body from head to toe, not once going near the genitals. During this time she gave me several sweet awkward smiles.

MR CEO, I CANNOT RELEASE YOU UNTIL I GET CONFIRMATION BY A SECURITY STAFF MEMBER. THIS COULD TAKE SEVERAL HOURS, BUT PERHAPS I CAN ENTERTAIN YOU WITH THE CONTENTS OF MY DATABASE.

YOUR CHOICES ARE:

1.WORD GAMES 2.TRIVIA 3.QUIZES 4.FEATS OF STRENGTH (did the developer watch Seinfeld? Festivus for the rest of us?) 5.ROBOT TRAINING 6….

I interrupted the tellerbot. –Please tell me about robot training.

THIS WAY YOU CAN PROVIDE IMPORTANT INFORMATION FOR MY NEURAL NET.

That might interesting.

I MAY REQUIRE A BRIEF TESTING PERIOD WITH YOU TO SYNTHSIZE THE NEW DATA.

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Disclaimer: this story contains cuckolding, humiliation, cross-dressing, and gay sex.

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Lucas and Daisy had been dating for about 3 months. They were both 18-year-old freshmen in college. All their friends said they made such a cute couple. They even kind of looked alike – both blonde, short, and pretty, both weighing barely more than 90 pounds. The only difference was that Daisy had longer hair and perky, C-cup breasts.

One Saturday night, they heard about a house party being hosted by some seniors, including one of the stars of the school football team, Eric. Daisy put on a halter top that showed off her flat stomach and a pair of tight-fitting jeans. Lucas wore a pair of skinny jeans that he thought looked cool and a tight-fitting t-shirt.

Lucas and Daisy had fun at the party, having a few drinks and meeting new people. Lucas felt very proud showing off such a hot girlfriend, and Daisy felt proud to have such a cute boyfriend. Lots of people commented on how cute they were together.

The night wore on, and they had both gotten pretty buzzed. As they were walking through a crowd of people, Daisy accidentally bumped into a 6’3″ jock standing by the keg.

“Oh, excuse me,” Daisy said shyly.

The jock looked down at her, eyeing her up and down, then grinned. “That’s okay, babe. And what might your name be?”

Daisy blushed a little and held out her hand. “I’m Daisy.”

The jock took Daisy’s hand and kissed it, holding eye contact with her. “Hi, Daisy. I’m Eric.”

Daisy blushed even more at Eric’s kiss, then quickly took Lucas’s arm and pulled him closer to her, saying, “And this is my boyfriend, Lucas.”

“What’s up, bro?” Eric said, taking Lucas’s hand and pulling him in for a bro-hug, enveloping Lucas in his muscular arms..

“Hey, nice to meet you,” Lucas said, looking up at Eric, a little shaken from the hug.

“I haven’t seen you two around school before. You freshmen?” Eric asked.

“Yeah,” Daisy nodded.

“Nice, nice,” Eric said, again eyeing Daisy up and down. Eric had dark hair and a little bit of stubble. His muscles strained against his tight-fitting t-shirt. He leaned in close to Daisy and Lucas and asked in a low voice, “Hey, uh, you two smoke weed?”

Daisy and Lucas looked at each other. They had tried it on a few occasions, and had always had a pretty good time. Lucas had noticed that it usually made Daisy pretty horny too, so he was eager for them to take part. He also thought this might be an opportunity to make new friends with a clearly popular senior and improve his social standing at the school. “Uh, yeah, sometimes, you have some?” he said.

“Yeah, but not around all these people,” Eric said. “Let’s go up to my room.”

“Oh, sure,” Lucas said. “That okay with you, Daisy?”

“Yeah, sure,” Daisy said. She thought about how much she had enjoyed the way weed had made her feel in the past. She also couldn’t deny that Eric was providing some pretty nice eye candy. Obviously she was with Lucas, but she could still enjoy looking at a stud like Eric. Besides, Lucas would be the one benefitting when they got back to their dorm, she thought playfully.

As Eric led them upstairs, they passed another jock who Eric was clearly friends with. “Have your conquest for the night, eh, bro?” the jock said, slapping Eric on the back and laughing.

“Shut up, dude,” Eric said lightheartedly. When they got up the stairs and nobody else was around, he said to Daisy and Lucas, “Don’t worry about him, he’s just joking around. He probably didn’t see you behind us, Lucas.”

“Oh, whatever, it’s okay,” Lucas said nonchalantly. He knew how guys were. Daisy, meanwhile, felt a little thrill at being called a “conquest” for a guy like Eric – but she also thought it was very nice of Lucas that he wasn’t getting super jealous or territorial with her.

Eric’s bedroom was big, clearly the master bedroom in the house. His bed was against one wall, and on the other side there was a couch, an armchair, and a small coffee table scattered with drug paraphernalia. Eric invited Daisy and Lucas to sit on the couch as he sat in the armchair and began rolling a joint.

Daisy sat on the end of the couch closer to Eric, so when Eric had rolled the joint, he passed it to her first and offered to light it for her. Daisy held the joint to her lips as Eric leaned in to light it for her. She inhaled and passed the joint to Lucas. As she exhaled, she started coughing a little bit. Eric patted and rubbed her back gently, asking if she was okay. Daisy nodded shyly, enjoying Eric’s touch as well as the high she was getting.

Lucas took a hit and began coughing as well, harder than Daisy. They all laughed. “That’s good stuff,” Lucas said, passing the joint back to Eric, who took a hit smoothly before placing the joint in an ashtray on the coffee table, then relaxing into his armchair.

With all of them now feeling very good, they began chatting about the usual stuff – where they were all from, what they were majoring gebze escort in, how classes were going. Eric learned that Lucas and Daisy were both English majors and had met in a poetry class. Eric, meanwhile, had been studying finance and was planning on going to business school in New York and then working on Wall Street. Daisy and Lucas had joined a poetry club, while Eric, of course, was one of the stars of the football team.

They talked about this kind of stuff for over an hour, continuing to take the occasional hit from the joint, everybody getting along and making each other laugh. Daisy and Lucas felt excited to be making friends with such a clearly popular guy, and even felt proud that Eric was taking so much time away from the party to hang out with them.

As the night wore on, the party outside started to quiet down, and they began to hear some unmistakable whimpering and moaning sounds on the other side of Eric’s bedroom wall. Eric started laughing. “Sounds like my roommate is having a successful night,” he said.

Lucas and Daisy laughed, looking at each other and both getting a little horny at hearing these sex sounds. Lucas decided it would be a good idea to get back to their dorm so they could have some fun of their own. “Maybe you should get back out there and find your real ‘conquest’ for the night,” Lucas suggested to Eric.

Eric waved a hand and said, “Nah, I’m feeling good right here with you guys.”

Daisy smiled. “A guy like you, I bet you’ve had so many ‘conquests’ over the years.”

Eric smirked and kind of shrugged his shoulders. “Honestly, yeah. There are probably a few of them downstairs who are waiting in case I decide I want them again tonight.”

“Damn, man,” Lucas said enviously. “Why aren’t you down there then?”

Eric shrugged. “When girls basically never say no to you, it starts to get a little boring.”

Lucas laughed. “Must be nice.”

Eric grinned. As Lucas took another hit from the joint, Eric again looked Daisy up and down. Daisy blushed a little, but smiled. “It’s okay. But yeah, I’m not really feeling any of those girls tonight. Hey, you guys mind if I change into more comfortable clothes real quick?”

Lucas shrugged. “No, we don’t mind, but, like, we can head out if you’re feeling tired or whatever?”

“Nah, nah, I’m having fun with you guys, stick around. Be right back.” With that, he got up, grabbed some clothes from his dresser, and stepped into the adjoining bathroom.

Lucas and Daisy looked at each other. “You still having fun, babe?” Lucas asked.

“Yeah, we can hang out for a little while longer,” Daisy said. “I feel like we could really be friends with him, I don’t want to be rude. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” Lucas agreed.

Eric emerged from the bathroom, wearing a loose-fitting tank top and a pair of mesh gym shorts. Daisy’s mouth couldn’t help but drop open as she took in Eric’s muscular arms and slightly hairy chest. As her gaze moved down, she also noticed what appeared to be the very long and thick silhouette of Eric’s penis through his shorts. She quickly looked away and felt herself turning red. When Eric sat back down, she looked shyly back at him. He was grinning and winked at her.

Lucas hadn’t really noticed any of this. He couldn’t help but notice how fit Eric was, though, given that his tank top was so loose you could basically see his entire torso from the right angle. “I guess I should start working out if I want girls to never say no to me,” Lucas joked.

Eric laughed. “Couldn’t hurt, bro. Not that you’re doing too bad for yourself,” he said, looking again at Daisy, who had begun feeling warm and was lightly sweating. The weed, along with Eric’s body and mild flirtation, were combining to make her feel very horny.

“True,” Lucas said, sliding an arm around Daisy proudly. “I don’t even really believe you, anyway, man. I mean, sure, you’re super fit and everything, but some girls must say no sometimes.”

Eric shrugged. “Not really. I’ve taken some of my professors, I even got a super hot lesbian couple to go to bed with me one time. They loved it.”

“Seriously?” Lucas said, amazed. “That’s fucking hot, man.” Eric just nodded. “What about girls with boyfriends though?”

Eric scoffed. “Oh, please. I’ve stolen so many guys’ girlfriends or wives, sometimes right in front of them. It’s pretty fun, actually.”

Daisy gasped a little in surprise. “In front of them? No way, how do they not say no when their boyfriends are right there?”

“Easy,” Eric said. “For the real slutty girls, it doesn’t take much, all I need to do is ask and they’ll just tell their boyfriends to fuck off.” He laughed. “The nicer girls, well…if you really want to know, as soon as I find a way to let them know what I’m packing, they can’t resist even if they want to. I mean, Lucas, if you were a girl, would you say no to this?” Eric lightly grabbed his penis through his shorts, pulling at it a little to show its size and length, gümüşhane escort which Lucas saw was definitely considerable, even soft, as it was now.

“Whoa, dude, come on, we don’t need to see that,” Lucas said, but he was laughing.

“Hey, you two are asking, I’m just being honest,” Eric said, laughing too as he released his penis.

“Still,” Lucas objected, “not all girls are slutty like that. You can’t just wave your dick at them and, like, hypnotize them or whatever.”

Eric smirked. “Don’t think so, huh?”

“No way,” Lucas said confidently.

Eric just shrugged nonchalantly again. His hand crept back down to his crotch, holding his penis lightly, then said, “Hey, Daisy, I’m feeling kinda horny, why don’t you show me those perky tits of yours?”

Daisy’s mouth dropped open, stunned. Lucas objected, “Whoa, dude, what the fuck?”

Eric held his gaze with Daisy, still grasping his dick. “Come on, I want to see them.”

Daisy glanced down at Eric’s crotch, then looked over at Lucas. “Um, it’s just for fun, baby,” she told him as she sat up and grabbed the bottom of her halter top.

“Hey, no way, Daisy, come on,” Lucas objected, reaching out to stop her.

But it was too late. Daisy had lifted her top up, revealing her perfectly round, perky breasts. “God damn,” Eric said, grinning and continuing to rub at his now-stiffening penis. “I’ve seen a lot of tits in my day, and those are some of the best. Shake ’em around a little bit for me.” Daisy blushed and giggled, shaking her chest for Eric. She glanced over at Lucas, who just stared in stunned silence. “Okay, you can put them away for now,” Eric said.

Daisy brought her top back down, still blushing and giggling at what she had just done. She didn’t want to hurt Lucas, but she was also so excited. Eric was kind of right – she truly couldn’t resist his requests when he had asked her while grabbing his massive bulge like that.

“What the fuck, Daisy?” Lucas said to her angrily. “How could you do that?”

Eric scoffed. “Believe me now, dude?” he asked, somewhat tauntingly.

Lucas looked back at him. “Not cool, man,” he said softly.

Eric laughed. “Aw, come on, I was just proving my point after you doubted me. It’s all good. Daisy, go on, give your man a kiss to show him everything’s okay.”

Daisy leaned over and gave Lucas a peck on the cheek. “Yeah, baby, we’re just goofing around, don’t be mad.”

Lucas sighed, starting to feel like he was overreacting. “Whatever,” he said, then grabbed the joint off the coffee table. “I need another hit.”

They all laughed at this, and he began to relax again. Exhaling more smoothly this time, he passed the joint to Daisy, who took a hit and passed it to Eric. Eric’s hand touching hers sent a little jolt of electricity through her.

Lucas, still incredulous at Eric’s boasts even after his own girlfriend had flashed him, said, “So, like, I don’t get it, what do the guys do when you steal their girlfriends in front of them?”

“Who cares?” Eric joked, and they all laughed. “Nah, I mean, it depends on the guy. Most of them just slink off and go home and break up with their girlfriends the next day. A couple of them will pretend like they want to fight me, but, I mean, I’m a pretty big guy, all I really need to do is get up in their face and they realize they don’t stand a chance.” Lucas shook his head in amazement, thinking about how pathetic these guys sounded. “A lot of them, though, they’ll actually sit there and watch while I take their girls.”

“What?” Daisy asked in disbelief. “No way!”

“Swear to God,” Eric said. “I mean, they’ll keep objecting or whatever, acting like they’re trying to get their girlfriends to stop, even after they’ve started, like, sucking my dick and stuff. But really I think they just get off on watching. A few of them end up taking their dicks out and jerking off in the corner while I fuck their girls.”

Lucas and Daisy both burst out laughing. “Wow,” Lucas said, shaking his head, but also leaning forward in his seat a little, clearly interested.

“Hey, whatever floats your boat, right?” Eric said, laughing.

“Sounds like you do this a lot,” Daisy said.

Eric grinned. “Yeah, well…remember when I said it gets kinda boring when girls don’t ever say no to you?” They nodded. “This is sort of my way of making things more interesting.”

Lucas laughed. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it, those guys must be so…” Lucas paused and looked Eric up and down. “…submissive.”

Eric nodded, staring back at Lucas, then started rubbing at his crotch again. “To be honest, I steal guys’ girls a lot. I kind of get off on it.”

Lucas and Daisy now noticed a massive tent forming in his shorts. Lucas looked over at Daisy and saw her biting her lower lip as she stared. The mood in the room had suddenly shifted. Lucas shook his head a little and said nervously, “Well, okay, I think we’ve probably overstayed our welcome, we should get izmir escort back, right, Daisy?”

Daisy continued staring at Eric’s crotch for a few seconds, then glanced at Lucas, a mischievous look in her eyes. She turned back to Eric. “What kind of guy do you think Lucas is?”

Eric smirked, the tent in his shorts bouncing up and down. He looked at Lucas, sizing up his slim, toned, 90-pound body. Lucas sat there expectantly, even leaning back in his seat and showing off his lithe build. “Definitely the sit and watch type,” Eric said finally, looking back at Daisy. “Only question is whether he’ll end up jerking off in the corner.”

“Hey, come on, guys, very funny,” Lucas half-heartedly objected.. “Daisy, let’s go.”

Daisy looked at Eric. She didn’t know if it was the weed, or Eric’s confidence, or how hot he was, or how big his dick was, or all of those things put together, but she knew she was not going to be going home with Lucas that night. “Do you want us to leave, Eric?” she asked.

“No way,” Eric said, smiling confidently. “I’m having fun.”

Daisy smiled. “Me too.”

Lucas sighed. “Um, okay, I guess,” he said, trying to keep things calm. “…So, uh, what should we talk about now? You like video games?”

Eric scoffed a little, then there was a long silence while Eric slowly eyed Daisy up and down. “Take your top off,” he said simply.

Daisy smiled, then glanced at Lucas. They exchanged a long look, then Daisy looked back at Eric and didn’t hesitate to lift her halter top over her head.

“Lucas will hold it for you,” Eric said, staring at Daisy’s breasts.

Daisy giggled, then handed her top to Lucas. He took it, but said, “Daisy, come on, I dunno…”

“Baby, you heard what he said, no girl ever says no to him,” Daisy told him. “You really expect me to be able to resist?”

“Come stand in front of me and take your shorts off,” Eric told her.

Daisy stood and stepped between Eric’s spread legs, then unbuttoned her shorts and slowly wiggled out of them, revealing a pair of pink lacy panties. Eric smirked as he saw a wet spot had formed on them.

Behind her, Lucas stared at Daisy’s tight, round butt. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but his cock was stirring in his skinny jeans. He watched as Eric put his hands on Daisy’s legs, then slid them up her smooth thighs until he was lightly cupping her butt.

“Hey, come on, man, stop it,” Lucas objected. “Get your hands off of her.”

“That’s it, keep protesting,” Eric said. “It turns me on even more.” His hands moved up Daisy’s waist, then cupped her breasts and began playing with her pointy nipples. “Get on your knees,” he told Daisy.

She readily complied. Her hands slid up his muscular thighs and began rubbing his erection through his shorts.

Lucas kept trying to put this to a stop, even as his erection had grown to full strength and was straining against his jeans. “Daisy, come on, you can still stop. It’s okay, I forgive you for going this far, just stop now and we can-” Daisy, ignoring him, had pulled down the band of Eric’s shorts. His girthy, 8-inch cock popped out in Daisy’s face, stopping Lucas short in the middle of his protests. “Holy shit, look at that thing,” he said softly.

Daisy giggled, taking Eric’s cock gently in her small hand. She turned around to look at Lucas and said, “I guess Eric was right, you are the sit and watch type, huh?”

Lucas just swallowed, feeling himself turn red and break into a sweat. He couldn’t think of anything to say, and he felt frozen in place.

Daisy turned back around and looked up at Eric. “Go on, you know what to do,” Eric told her. She smiled, then started gently tonguing the tip of his cock, then licking it up and down, and finally wrapping her lips around it and sucking. At first she could only get a little more than halfway down, but Eric gently guided her head with his hands until she was expertly deepthroating the whole thing, releasing it from her mouth every few sucks to catch a breath.

“Damn, your girl is a fucking pro,” Eric said. He swiftly pulled his tank top over his head and tossed it at Lucas. It landed on Lucas’s head and just dangled there for a second before Lucas absentmindedly pulled it off, unable to take his eyes off of what was happening.

Daisy stopped sucking for a few seconds to look up at Eric’s amazingly toned chest and abs. His chest had some fuzzy hair that helped show off the shape of his muscular pecs, and a very sexy, light trail of hair led down the middle of his abs. “Oh my god, your body is so perfect,” Daisy said, letting her hands slide up and down his stomach and chest. “No wonder girls never say no to you.”

“Get back to sucking my cock,” Eric said. “But give your boyfriend a little booty shake, we don’t want him to feel totally abandoned, do we?”

Daisy giggled. Wrapping her lips around the head of Eric’s cock, she brought her ass in the air and shook it.

Lucas stared at his girlfriend’s perfect butt and knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back from taking the next step. Quietly, trying not to attract attention, he unbuttoned and slowly unzipped his skinny jeans, then wiggled them down his narrow waist so he could pull his 6-inch erection out. Wordlessly, he licked his hand and started stroking himself.

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