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*Disclaimer: All characters are 18+, no underage characters will ever be portrayed in any shape or form in this or any future stories.*

**Erik’s point of view**

As darkness settled over the city, Erik carefully opened his laptop, the screen illuminating his otherwise dimly lit room. Nervously, he searched through files and folders until he found the discreetly kept icon which was the recorded feed from the cameras he had secretly installed in his mother’s room.

Unlike most boys his age, he preferred reading comics instead of playing video games. Yet now he was even more different than the boys and young men his age; he was about to cross the threshold and enter into a territory few would even dream of – spying on their own mom. No matter how justified Erik felt in doing this; telling himself he was doing this to protect his mom from the criminal, Jax that she had invited into her life, he knew deep down that what he was doing was no only unethical but immoral as well.

It had been a week since he had installed the cameras in Eva’s room and yet he hadn’t mustered the courage to actually look at the footage he had captured. Though as he sat here in front of his computer Erik knew he was about to cross that line. He saw a bunch of video files once he opened the folder; the cameras were motion activated so anytime there was movement inside the room they had captured footage.

The footage started from the very same day when he had installed the cameras. He recalled that day perfectly. Erik had pretended to go out to some party while going to the room instead; waiting for Jax and Eva to get home from the club. He had known Jax would not miss the opportunity to pounce on Eva if Erik wasn’t around; Eva’s own resistance would be lower if he wasn’t around.

As Erik clicked on the file, Eva’s bedroom came into view as the door to her room opened. Jax and Eva entered the room already in the throes of passion; kissing feverishly as if two horny teenagers. Erik quickly raised the volume a bit to hear what was happening.

Eva pulled away just slightly to catch her breath before saying “Erik isn’t home …. He said he has some party to attend” to which Jax merely replied by saying “good he needs to get out of the house more anyway …. You are way too easy with şişli escort him Eva” and that was it as they started to kiss passionately once again; Jax slamming the door shut with his foot with loud thud.

Jax was about six feet and while Eva was considered tall she was still a head shorter than him so that she had to go up onto her toes to reach his lips. Jax had his back to the bedroom door while Eva’s back was facing the camera Erik had planted in the curtain rod just above her window. Erik couldn’t see her face from this angle yet only could imagine it considering the loud smacking and slobbering sounds of her lips meeting Jax’s.

Suddenly a loud smack came from the video making even Erik jump only for him to realize Jax had landed both his palms squarely on Eva’s ass-cheeks making her squeal loudly and protesting weakly. If Erik was in the apartment this wouldn’t have gone well for Jax but they both knew Erik wasn’t around so Jax was taking full advantage of the situation.

Eva managed to separate herself only for a moment to complain “Jax! That hurt you jerk! Just cause Erik isn’t around …. You can’t treat me like this.”

Eva was scolding Jax yet he seemed unfazed as he said “you know …. Since he isn’t around today …. Maybe we can fool around in the living room on the couch?”

Jax didn’t wait for Eva to respond in any way as he pulled her back into kissing while slowly guiding her body back out into the hallway after opening the door. The door closed once again behind them with a thud leaving the camera footage empty except the bedroom in view. The footage was about to cut due to no movement in the room when Erik heard a loud and pained moan; probably from the living room. Then the screen went blank and the video ended.

Erik slammed his fist into the desk in frustration as he didn’t get to see much in the video itself but what he had seen sent daggers stabbing into his heart; especially his mothers pained moan at the end. Erik clicked on other videos as well which were either Eva coming into her room alone and going into the bathroom to change clothes after work or before bed.

Erik recalled Eva had kept Jax away from the apartment as much as possible for a week after having been embarrassed tuzla escort in the morning. Erik went through a couple more video files before losing interest as there was nothing out of the ordinary in any of them that would interest him. He told himself he was looking for Jax acting suspicious and using it to get him out of their lives but deep down Erik couldn’t get the idea of watching his mom naked.

Unfortunately for him it didn’t happen in any of the videos he had checked so far. Closing down the laptop Erik sighed and stepped out into the living room wondering if he should just give up and take the cameras off.

Just then his phone chirped and he checked to see there was a text from Cindy “Hey sweetie ….. just checking in. Have you made any progress with our little project?”

Erik sighed heavily knowing what Cindy meant by “our little project”. She was trying to check if he had managed to make any progress with helping her with the cameras for some sting operation she wanted to run. He had agreed to help her in exchange of her helping him dig up dirt on Jax.

So he texted her back “Yeah I think I have …. Maybe we can meet up at the park and I can give them back to you?”

Her reply came instantly “Ohh that’s lovely! Yeah I’ll text you when I’m free to meet you at the park”

Now that he had experimented with all the cameras she had given in that box he thought it best to let her have them back. Only thing left was to take the cameras in Eva’s room off and go to the park when Cindy texted her availability. Erik wondered if he should get those cameras off right away or wait a couple of days. Feeling slightly emotionally drained he let it rest for now and decided to watch some TV.

In a few hours the sun went down over the city horizon and it was pretty much the time for Eva to come back home. Erik had fallen asleep on the couch while watching some old time western cowboy movie. He jerked awake with a start as he heard the front door slam.

He checked his phone and there was a text from Eva “Hey baby …. Are you home? I’ll be home in sometime …. Jax is with me” but having failed to answer as he was asleep Eva must have assumed he wasn’t at home.

Erik heard sounds of Jax’s rough, pendik escort deep voice followed by Eva’s slightly serious voice at something Jax must have said. They both didn’t bother checking the apartment as they went straight into Eva’s room. Erik’s heartbeat went straight up as he thanked his laziness for not taking off the cameras earlier.

As he heard the distinct sound of her bedroom door closing shut; Erik jumped over the couch smoothly and rushed to his own room. Quietly managing to sneak into his room and locking it behind him he opened his laptop once again. This time Erik went to the icon of live footage and clicked on it to get a split screen view from both the cameras in Eva’s room. He watched Jax and Eva kissing just as passionately as he had seen in the recorded video from before. Erik’s heartbeat was thumping inside his chest; was he finally about to witness something he was after for so long?

Eva and Jax stopped kissing for a few moments as Eva picked up a package that had dropped at the foot of the bed as they had started making out. Erik strained his eyes but couldn’t make out what that package was exactly. But it piqued his curiosity when Eva crouched down and opened a hidden space beneath her floorboard.

Erik had no idea that space was there and wondered what this was all about. It also stung a bit. This space under the floorboard clearly was significant to Eva. Yet she had felt comfortable showing Jax and not Erik that it was there. She shoved the package into the space before closing it back up.

Erik watched closely and noticed how Jax was watching her close the lid back up. Erik was sure now something was about to happen between them; he could feel them getting closer to each other but just then the blaring sound of Jax’s phone came even through the wall separating Eva’s bedroom and Erik’s.

Jax talked in a cryptic way but Erik could tell he had to leave immediately as some official was coming down to the club for something important. In a few minutes Jax had left the apartment leaving Eva alone in her bedroom and her thinking she was alone in the apartment. Erik didn’t want to get caught by Eva for not responding to her text deliberately and hiding in his room.

It would certainly look bad if that happened. Erik shut his laptop down once more and went to bed hoping Eva wouldn’t try to check up on him. Unfortunately for Erik that he had shut the laptop feed down a bit too early thinking there wasn’t much to see after Jax had left. If he hadn’t he would have seen his favorite retired super-heroine “The Shadow” in her newly altered costume.

TBC…

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Ch.3-Let’s be Frank

Although I awoke the next morning with last night on my mind, I had to put it aside. Melissa was coming home this morning. I offered to pick her up, but she and a fellow co-worker were splitting an Uber. It did allow me a little time to tidy up. It also however gave me time to ponder what’s next? Like I said, she’s always been supportive of me exploring that part of my sexuality, but I don’t know if I should tell her. With it being with neighbors, and the unknown of if it will happen again, I just wasn’t sure what to do. For the moment though, I decided my best course of action was to just keep quiet.

She arrived home at around 10 in the morning and greeted me with a big embrace. It felt good to hug and kiss her after almost a full week away. She asked me how my week was, and I of course lied and told her it was pretty boring. Meanwhile, all I could think about was what happened last night. I so wanted to tell her, but I didn’t know what the ramifications of it would be. It wasn’t long after she got home that I got a text from another neighbor, Frank. He was asking if I could come over to help him move an armoire. He said he needed someone young and strong. I may be younger than him, but I’ve never been an overly muscular guy. I was about to tell him it would have to wait, but before I could Melissa told me to go for it. She said all she wanted to do was catch up on some sleep and we could do dinner later. I gave her a kiss, grabbed my jacket and told her I’d see her later.

Frank and his with Cynthia lived at the end of the street, so I just walked over. Although not old, they were the oldest residents in the neighborhood. They were in their mid to late 50’s. Both seemed to be in good physical shape though. They walked almost everyday. They always seemed to be the unofficial “leaders” of the area. They had a son but he had just turned 21 and had moved out a few months ago. I had only interacted with them here and there however, so Frank’s text took me a bit by surprise. I rang the bell and waited. To my shock, Frank answered the door in nothing but a towel.

“Hey there. Sorry, just hopped out of the shower. Please, come in.”

I was right, he looked to be in great shape. He wasn’t muscular or anything, but didn’t look like an old man either. Just fit. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back from his shower and the water still glistened off of his bare chest.

“Wanna beer?” He asked as he walked into his kitchen.

“Sure” I called out as I looked around. They had a nice place. A lot of antiques and I can only assume expensive things.

“Thanks again” he said as he passed me a beer.

I told him it was no problem as we made small talk for a few minutes. “So, where’s this armoire” I finally asked.

“Oh, yes. In our bedroom. Up the stairs, first door on the left. Go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

I walked up and into their bedroom. It was very neat and tidy. I looked around a bit, and didn’t notice the armoire. Maybe I went to the wrong room?

“Hey Frank!” I hollered out. “Are you sure it’s an armoire? I don’t see one”.

“Why don’t you get more comfortable” I heard him say from behind me.

His answer was very gümüşhane escort perplexing. I turned around and saw him standing just inside the doorway, his towel gone and he was cokepletely naked. His cock was just a little bigger than mine at around 5-5.5 inches. He was in great shape, and his pubes matched his chest hair, as in non existent

“Frank…I don’t think-“

“Top drawer. There’s a silver baby doll that should fit you nicely.”

“Frank, please. I-“

“I can always make you.” He said stepping closer to me, never breaking his stare.

The nerves I had here were nothing compared to the other two times. From his tone of voice, his stance, just his overall demeanor, I knew that no matter what I said or did, that this was happening. So I gave in.

“Ok Frank. Whatever you say.”

He just grinned a little as I took my clothes off. I could feel his eyes on me as I slowly took off the each item. Maybe it was because he was older than me, as well as Mark and Tim, but I got a little shy and embarrassed in front of him. I turned around as I removed my boxers. I could hear a slight moan escape his lips. I opened the drawer and on top was the silver baby doll. It felt so good when that silky fabric dropped over my body. The switch in my head went off again and all of the sudden, all I wanted was his cock. Cynthia was shorter than me, so the backside barely covered the top of my ass. The front didn’t cover anything. The hem just landed on top of my small, but erect cock. I turned around and was surprised to find Frank standing right in front of me now. He reached out and grabbed my cock. Then, a first for me. He placed his cock in the same hand and slowly started stroking both of them simultaneously. I had never felt my cock being rubbed together with another mans, but it was amazing.

“Looks like the guys were right” he remarked, “Definitely one sexy little sissy.”

I swear, being called a sissy by a man almost melted me. I couldn’t even speak, I just moaned. Then, another first happend. Frank dropped down to his knees and started sucking my cock! From the minute I discovered my fetiishes and sexuality, I never once thought of anyone giving me pleasure in this way. I always wanted to be giving, pleasing. But it felt great. It was clear it wasn’t his first time. He definitely knew what he was doing. My hands instinctively made their way down to the back of his head, but I just ran them through his hair. Even then, I knew I wasn’t in control. He stayed down there for a few minutes before giving it one last long lick.

“Your turn” he said as he sat on the end of his bed. I dropped to my knees and started licking his balls. I could feel his hand playing with my hair. I started to playfully kiss it. I wanted to tease him a bit. This was so unexpected, but I welcomed it. Eventually I took all of him in my mouth. Due to the fact that he wasn’t overly big, I had no problems at all. It felt good to not worry if he was too long, or too thick. He was the smallest I’d had yet, and for some reason, it turned me on more. I started sucking that thing like I had never sucked before. His moans grew louder, which hatay escort only got me more excited. His hands were on the back of my head. He wasn’t exactly fucking my mouth, but he was definitely helping himself if that makes sense. In one instant however, my excitement turned to fear and dread.

“Frank…what did I tell you about having boys over while I’m gone?”

“Don’t worry Cyn, I waited for you to start the good stuff”

“Oh, and MY lingerie too Frank?”

“What? You don’t ever wear that. Plus, I couldn’t tell him why he was really coming over.”

I pulled my mouth away from Frank’s very hard cock and just looked up at him. He was looking at Cynthia. I could feel her presence behind me.

“How was yoga?” He casually asked her.

“Hot and sweaty. Brian, be a good boy and help me get undressed would you?”

I again looked up at Frank who just smiled and nodded at me. I turned around to see Cynthia standing there. She had already kicked off her sneakers and socks. She was wearing very tight olive green yoga pants and a black tank top. Her long hair was up in a pony tail. She was a short, petite woman, but from my angle she may as well have been a giant. I inched myself over to her and she started to peel her leggings off. I reached up with both hands and helped her slide them down.

“Thanks sweetie. I always get so sweaty in class.”

The removal of her pants revealed her white thong. It wasn’t anything fancy, just basic white cotton. But the way it looked on her in that moment was insanely sexy. Frank got up and helped her with her top and her gray sports bra. I was left face to face with her panty covered pussy. My body was still shaking from her unexpected arrival.

“Come on” she said as she wiggled her hips at me, “all of it.”

I silently nodded as my hands reached for her tiny waiste line. I slowly and delicately removed her thong leaving her just as naked as her husband. Her pussy was absolutely perfect. No hair at all, just one of those you look at and admire.

“Good boy” she said as she patted my head. She made her way past me and onto their bed, resting against the headboard. She had her knees up and her legs spread. Frank gently grabbed me by the hair and led me to the foot of their bed.

“Bend over” he instructed.

I did as I was told, but couldn’t take my eyes off of Cynthia. She was watching us, playing with herself the entire time. It was so erotic to see her doing it. Knowing that in some small way, I was contributing to her sexual arousal. I felt Frank’s finger as he lubed me up.

“Spread em” he called out from behind me.

I reached back and spread my cheeks for him, never removing my glare from her tight pussy. I felt more lube and then his cock. He pressed into me and slid in with ease. His smaller size made it easier for the both of us. That definitely took my focus away from his wife. I closed my eyes as I moaned.

“That’s it honey. Show him who the man is around here.” Cynthia encouraged him.

The fact that she saw me as less than a man only turned me on more. Frank grabbed my hips and started thrusting into me. It actually felt really ısparta escort good considering he was the smallest I had taken at that point. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure.

“You like that huh? You like my husband fucking your ass?”

“Uh huh” was all I could muster in between moans.

He picked up the pace a little and began slapping my ass. I never really had a spanking fetish, but it felt really good to me. My screams and moans started to match his rhythm as his gorgeous cock pounded my little ass. Cynthia’s pace picked up as well.

“Mmmm..fuck yeah baby. Show that little bitch who’s boss!” She said as she feverishly rubbed herself.

I watched her as much as I could. Something about it was just so hot. I watched as her playing intensified. Her moans got louder. Her eyes closed. And for the first time in a long time, I watched a woman other than my wife orgasm. The whole thing started to push me over the edge.

“Mmmm….oh….oh fuck” I squealed.

I was caught off guard again as Frank’s hand reached down below me and stared stroking my cock. I couldn’t take it anymore. I screamed in pleasure as I shot my load all over. Some hit the edge of their bed, some hit the frame and some hit the floor. Frank’s hand went back to my hip as he started thrusting harder again.

“Mmm….fuck yeah Frankie. Show him what he’s good for”

Less than a minute later, Frank’s load was deposited into my sissy ass. He gently collapsed on top of me and lightly kissed my neck and back. It felt good. The feelings of guilt and shame that I usually had after, I noticed now were getting a little less intense. I was starting to become more satisfied and fulfilled after. Although I still had lingering doubts and guilt for sure.

Frank pulled out and went and sat next to Cynthia. I just laid there, absolutely spent. They lovingly kissed each other and ran their hands over each others bodies. That was the only moment I felt like a third wheel. I slowly arose, my cock now limp hanging down from the silky fabric of Cynthia’s lingerie.

“Uh oh! Someone made a mess.” She commented as she looked down at my cum. “Your gonna need to clean that up sweetie” she said. Much like Frank’s tone of voice, it was just very matter of fact. She wasn’t asking, she wasn’t telling, it was just more of a statement.

“Yeah, I grab a towel” I said.

“No no.” She exclaimed, “you need to use your tongue.” Again, it was just very matter of fact.

It was weird, but then again, this whole thing was. I dropped down and started licking my own cum of of their bed and floor. They both giggled as they playfully touched each other.

“The guys were definitely right.” Frank said as I lapped up the last of it.

The two of them told me they were going to take a nice hot bath and invited me to join. I respectfully declined as I knew I had to be getting home. Cynthia of course made me promise to join them next time and told me to keep the baby doll. She even made me wear it home under my clothes! I got back and found Melissa coming down the stairs.

“Wow! Just getting back? How did it go?”

“Oh, yeah, it was fine. Not a problem. We just got to talking is all. Frank and Cynthia are pretty nice people once you get to know them.” I told her.

She just smiled and kissed me. We chatted for a bit, she told me a little about her trip and I told her about work. I was still kind of horny from earlier, so I of course made some sexual innuendos. She chuckled and told me that after dinner, she had a very kinky surprise for me!

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“Hello?”

“Hannah?”

“Yes.”

“It’s Neil. How are you?”

“Good. You want my mom?”

“Is she available?”

“She’s out on an errand.”

“Tell her to call me.”

“I will.”

“How’s the website going?”

“Uh, okay I guess.”

“Sales kinda slow?”

“Had a rough month. But we’re working on it.”

“Hannah, I’ve been there. Hire new models. Take a cut of their sales, like I told you before.”

“I ran it by my mom. No verdict yet.”

“Keep me posted.”

“I will. Thanks, Neil.”

Hannah placed the cordless back on the dock.

Fucker never calls for me for jobs, Hannah thought.

Hannah was bare naked from the waist down, her huge round buttocks dappled with fluffy, curdled milk textured cellulite.

She was wearing a gray short sleeve modal lounge shirt that showed her erect nipples through the front of it. She had left her house slippers and her black yoga pants on the bathroom floor.

When the phone rang, she was in the middle of a really stubborn bowel movement, one that dirtied up her anus when she pinched it shut around a bulk of creamy turd.

Hannah only answered the phone because the caller ID didn’t announce the number of the caller and she thought it was estranged boyfriend Germaine.

But, it was Neil David, the adult film producer.

Hannah knew that her mother Teah was getting jobs outside of the softcore porn site they ran.

One job with a sleazy German photographed almost ended with Teah getting sodomized. The photoshoot was concluded when Teah pulled out her handgun and nearly castrated the miserable Arschficker.

Hannah often thought that Teah was playing with her life, going on assignments without protection.

But protection was the least of Teah’s worries. She was on an errand, but not only was it business related. It was pleasured relations.

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Teah bounced aggressively on Germaine’s rigid blood-filled erection, her arms wrapped tightly around his strong upper body, undersides of her thighs clapping on his lap.

Teah was in a dive motel on the south side of town, shooting a scene with her sportscam.

Her snug love glove oozed thick cream, slathering up his penis with her skin-moistening vaginal butterfat.

Teah slowed down so that she could grind against him using her pelvis, swiveling her broad hips. Her pace then lowered to gradual riding as her open anus revealed a dark chunk of shiny fecal rock crowning.

“Here it comes,” Teah breathed.

She concentrated on birthing the brutal carbonado cluster while her vaginal walls gripped Germaine’s penis

“This is some hard dookie,” she declared.

Teah’s stool was a randomly oriented cluster of poop pebbles that poked out of her budding anus.

“I wanna push it out while I ride zonguldak escort you dick.”

Germaine pulled her buttocks open with his hands.

“It’s thick,” Teah said, feeling the turd slowly pass.

Then, Teah picked up the pace again, making the turd wag up and down as she bounced on Germaine’s lap.

When Germaine finally lost his load, Teah’s tender turd cutter pinched off the gnarly knot of noir sapphires.

Teah got off of Germaine’s lap and looked down at the desiccated polycrystalline creation that dropped out of her ass and on to the white puppy training pad.

Teah swore that there were a tiny thirsty squatters in her intestines, sucking the moisture from her stools.

She turned off the sportscam on a tripod at the foot of the bed and turned off the flood light.

She quickly cleaned her asshole by digging between her butt cheeks with a white hand towel with the logo of the dive motel on it. She tossed the hand towel away smeared with dark shit residue and put her leggings back on.

Germaine watched Teah put on her tunic.

“You going to edit that?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Teah’s feet found her flip flops. “I’ll call you again when I have to take a dookie.”

Teah gathered her things and left. Germaine sat there staring at her fecal monstrosity. He built the nerve to nudge it with his index finger. It was still fairly warm.

Outside, she looked to the outdoor seasonal pool with a disgusting ring around it so dark, she wondered if a mud-caked rhino had used it as a bath tub, and even a toilet.

Gotta love modern budget lodging, she thought.

Teah got into her van and started it. She looked up at the sun visor and pulled it down so that she could check her face. A white 5×7 booklet envelope fell into her lap.

She opened it and took out instructions for collecting stool specimens for immunochemical fecal occult blood testing (iFOBT for short).

Hannah’s lab work, Teah thought, and put the envelope on the passenger side seat.

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Teah drove home and found Hannah in the bathroom squatting on the rug in front of the toilet, holding on to the bathtub. Teah heard a deep crackling sound and smelled a horrid odor that reminded her of an unclean porta potty.

“You left your stool sample kit in the van, Hannah.”

Hannah turned her head halfway.

“Where the fuck were you, mom?”

“I told you I had to do a video shoot. And watch your language when you speak to me. I am still your mother.”

Hannah got up, feeling the head of the creamy turd mesh between her butt cheeks.

“Neil called.”

“What did he want?”

Hannah snatched the booklet envelope from Teah.

“He didn’t say.”

“I need a sample of your poop.”

“I fethiye escort know,” Hannah said.

“I just need a little bit,” Teah said.

“I’m trying to go.”

“I’ll get the commode.”

Teah got a gray, steel folding bedside commode out of her room and placed it near the sink. She put what looked like a white litter pan under the open commode.

Hannah sat on the commode seat and adjusted herself so that her budding anus was clearly visible.

When Teah’s cellphone rang, she tapped the screen to turn on the speaker option. It was Neil David.

“Neil,” Teah said, putting her cellphone on the sink.

“Teah,” Neil answered. “Was your phone off?”

“Yeah. I was shooting a scene for the site.”

“I got work for you, if you’re up for it.”

“Lay it on me, Big Daddy.”

Fuck you mom, Hannah thought, feeling her thick greasy turd stretch her anus open. You’ll fuck anybody for money. You probably fucked Neil. That’s why he keeps calling you. You act like you don’t care about dad anymore, but you’re still in love with him.

Teah got down on her knees with the 5×7 envelope in her hand while Neil rattled off. She got down on her right side and looked up into the bottom of the commode.

Hannah was birthing a creamy behemoth that crackled so loudly, Neil could hear it over the phone.

“What’s going on?” Neil asked.

“Hannah’s pooping,” Teah said, prepared the sampling probe. She looked up and saw the tapered end of a huge turd with the profile and color of a steamed sweet potato groundhog, making Hannah’s anus curl inward.

I’d better take a sample now, Teah thought. She could be in here all day trying to push that thing out.

When Teah put the grooved portion of the sampling probe up to the tip of the turd…

KA-SPLUT!!!

A violent deluge of mushy poop spewed forth form Hannah’s anus, spattering Teah with projectile feces on her right hand, forearm, shoulder, and face. Teah sprung up and banged her head on the commode chair’s underside.

“Fuck!” Teah screamed, and quickly got up.

“Hello?” Neil asked.

“That dump felt amazing,” Hannah declared, feeling her stool still flowing from her anus like soft serve.

Teah looked down at the sampling probe; only the tip of it had Hannah’s poop on it.

“Jesus Christ, Hannah!”

“Is everything okay?” Neil asked.

“No,” Teah shouted. “This bitch shat on me!”

“Maybe you should’ve recorded it,” Hannah said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Teah snarled.

Hannah got up and wiped herself, leaving her bowel movement in the litter pan. Teah flushed the stool, cleaned out the litter pan with bleach and got into the shower.

Teah scrubbed her face, shoulder, and arm like she’d tear her skin off. She had touched Hannah’s alanya escort poop before, but she was never attacked by it. Then again, maybe Teah deserved it for secretly fucking Hannah’s baby daddy.

After Teah got cleaned up, she inserted the sampling probe into the sampling bottle and snapped the cap on tightly. She wrapped the sampling bottle in an absorbent pad and placed it into a plastic bag.

She put the plastic bag with the sampling bottle into a special waterproof self-adhesive envelope. She peeled tape from the flap and pressed the flap firmly to seal it.

Wearing only her oversized sleep shirt and flip flops, Teah took the envelope with Hannah’s stool sample out to the mailbox. On the front of her sleep shirt in thin, white capital letters was: EAT. SLEEP. SHIT. REPEAT.

The sleep shirt did a terrible job hiding Teah’s ripened pear of an A-shaped ass. The elderly neighbor across the way backed out of his driveway. A young man in a slow-moving SUV got distracted by Teah’s derrière.

The SUV bumped into the rear of the elderly man’s car. The old man got out of his sedan and checked on the younger guy in the SUV. The young man wasn’t even concerned about his car. He just gawked at Teah.

Neil called Teah back as she went back to the house.

“You free to talk now?” Neil asked.

“Yeah,” Teah said, standing on the sidewalk, watching bystanders slowly gather to observe the fender bender that she inadvertently caused. “What’s up?”

“I got a job from a guy who runs the Flatulence Fetish website. He saw your ‘groundhogging granite’ clip and wants to work with you. Now, you said it was okay to send my people to you if you need the money, right?”

“Sure. Send him over. Is he on his way now?”

“He left about an hour ago. You still home?”

“I’m standing outside of my house, Neil.”

“Wait,” Neil said. “He just texted me. He said he’s at the address, but he just hit the back of some old guy’s car.”

Teah looked to the young man who owned the Sport Utility Vehicle texting on his cellphone.

“Is he driving an SUV?” she asked.

“Do you see him?”

Teah smiled and waved to the young man.

“It’s him, Neil. He’s here. Thanks again.”

Teah waited for the police and the people to disperse before she met the young man at the end of her driveway.

“I’m Teah Jones,” she held out her hand.

“Clint,” the young man shook. “Neil sent me.”

“I’m so sorry about your car,” she said. “My big ass has a nasty habit of causing shit like that to happen.”

“I think you’re incredible,” Clint said. “I’d like to do a shoot with you. I have a few other girls lined up too.”

“Who are they? Do I know them?”

“They’re some of my regulars. Ms. Kenya Brown, Ana Selena, some Jewish chick named Rena.”

“Never heard of them.”

“Good,” Clint said. “You’ll all get along great.”

“How much does this job pay?”

Clint flicked his cellphone screen and showed it to her.

“That, Madam Dookie, is some serious bread.”

“All of that just to fart on camera?” she asked.

“You game or not?”

Teah smiled and batted her eyelashes at Clint.

“Where and when?”

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Author’s note: The story that follows contains potentially objectionable subject matter. It is a story in which the secret identity of our protagonist is discovered. Mike, a mild mannered mid-level office guy has nurtured this hidden identity for years. That is, until his wife discovers incontrovertible proof of his alter ego. Hijinks ensue involving a good friend, ball busting, pee and scat.

If this doesn’t sound like your cup of tea, please go no further.

This is an edited version of ‘A Happy Disaster’. The basic story is the same as originally offered but maybe(?) a little more polished. I also decided to edit it to clean up some continuity issues that were popping up in ‘Part 2’ (coming soon).

I had been married to Terri for 7 or so years. We were High School sweet hearts that got separated during college and then found each other afterwards. In all the seven years of our marriage, we were very happy together. Happy, but in a rut. Almost every day seemed like the last. Sometimes we would have friends over for dinner or take a road trip for a couple of days. Not bad, but rarely exciting. Our sex was pretty straight ahead, normal stuff. Your basic fucking and sucking, trying to please each other.

Even so, I’ve always enjoyed sex with Terri, she is a loving partner and beautiful besides. Tall and slender but with wide sexy hips to accompany a beautifully ample ass, shoulder length dirty blond hair, small perky tits, delicate hands and a sexy sort of impish smile. The thing is, while I enjoyed the sex, it always felt like a lie. No, it was a lie. You see, I am a deeply closeted pervert.

Since I was young, my sexual fantasies have run the gamut from semi basic stuff like sex with two or more women at once, voyeurism, exhibitionism and the like. Somewhat darker or fringe interests include more extreme and kinky activities like mild ball busting, forced confession and it’s companion humiliation, mind control, watersports and scat. In the past, I tried sharing these fantasies with the girls and women I was with but always to disastrous effect. Thus, I learned over time to keep my interests carefully hidden.

I couldn’t actually kill my kinks though and I found that I could only exorcise them for a day or so through judicious use of porn and marathon masturbation sessions. For fuck sake, I have a terabyte usb hard drive that is very nearly full. It is organized by kink: butthole close-ups, dirty butthole close-ups, dirty panties, ball busting, scat, pee, eye contact, cheerleaders, sweaty, etc etc. Mostly photos but also some stellar video. Bottom line, there are a lot of categories! I usually keep the disk hidden on top of a bare bulb light fixture in an unfinished (and almost entirely unused) closet of our basement. Very hidden.

But this is going somewhere, right?

Well, a couple of weeks ago, late spring, Terri took a personal day off work and planned to spend the day with her best friend Maribeth. When I got home, the house smelled amazing with baking and dinner smells and I learned that Maribeth was going to join us for the meal.

Now, MB is even more impish than Terri. I love her but she’s an inveterate flirt and through innuendo and open comments, she somehow always gets my fantasy engine running. This can make it hard to concentrate sometimes. MB is open, brash and forward on a small frame with red hair in a cute bob, lovely big firm tits and a slender waist. Basically, Terri’s proportions but in reverse. She looks and behaves like a big breasted tinker bell.

On this particular evening, she was in top form, wearing denim shorts that subtly but clearly snugged up into her labia. Nothing so pronounced that you would call it a camel toe but it made me want to monitor the situation in case that changed. She was also wearing a tube top that would have been anything but flattering on nearly any other woman but was decidedly sexy on her. It made my hands itch as they begged for an opportunity to sort of roll the top down off her breasts and give them the breathing room they so clearly desired. I couldn’t figure why, but this particular evening she was hitting a lot of my buttons with innocuous comments like “Man! I have to pee ee ee!” and then throwing a wink at me as she headed off to the bathroom. Great, now that image was stuck in my head.

Terri, by the way was wearing a pale yellow sundress that moved on her in the slinkiest way possible. She was obviously not wearing a bra as you could see the shape of her small puffy nipples through the light weight fabric. The skirt of the dress draped off her hips and ass in a way that kept me wondering about the view from below.

Anyway, dinner was great. Steak salads, crusty bread, lots of beer and good conversation. Dessert was a plate of brownies on the table.

And then, with no pre-amble or conversational segue of any kind, Terri turned to me with a little half-smile on her face and said “I found your hard drive Mike”.

I wasn’t immediately sure what she meant but then I felt my face get hot and a knot form in my stomach. No! There was no way she could erzurum escort have found it. I started to mumble something like “I don’t know what you mean” and Terri turned her chair to face me and stood up. Out of some sense of needing do something, I went to do the same but only got as far as turning my chair to face her as she put her hand on my shoulder and then sat in my lap facing me.

She said “You know, for such a sexually conventional guy, you sure have a lot of interesting porn on that disk. The one from the closet downstairs?”

Yep, I was fucked.

She continued “I actually found it a couple of weeks ago when I had a wild hare idea of organizing the basement. I immediately took it to the computer and then I spent a couple of days, off and on going through your folders – nicely organized by the way. I carefully put it back where I found it every day. I have to say, I really didn’t know what to make of it all. You’ve never even looked cross eyed at me and I can count on two hands how many times I’ve caught you glancing at another woman. I feel like I don’t even know you!

I gulped and looked sheepishly over at Maribeth who was giving us her undivided attention with wide expectant eyes. I was having the hardest time trying to figure out why Terri hadn’t just left me and served me with papers. Why was she delivering this humiliating bombshell in front of MB. Was it some sort of revenge? I was mystified.

As if she read my mind, Terri said “I admit, I was initially in shock. Later, I was really mad. After I cooled down though, I started to think about what an appropriate response to this discovery might be. I thought about divorcing you outright but that didn’t feel right. I thought about putting the disk back and pretending I never found it in the first place but that didn’t feel good either. Eventually I realized I was going to need some help and that’s — when I called Maribeth!” She said this last with a sort of ‘ta-daaaa” flourish and a hand gesture towards MB. I turned to MB, feeling like my face was on fire and she just sort of smirked at me and rubbed up and down her thighs like she was getting ready to pounce.

Terri told me how she and Maribeth did a deep dive of the hard drive together. She said, “You might not know it but you actually have a personal champion in MB. She found some of your choices to be outrageously filthy but she convinced me that I shouldn’t do anything without getting your side of the story. Maybe I would find that our relationship could be saved if I could make sense of this betrayal, under certain circumstances.”

Realizing what they both now knew about me… The intense shame and embarrassment I was feeling made it impossible for me to say very much around the knot in my throat. I managed to croak out “I’m so sorry Terri. I can’t even imagine how you must feel. What can I possibly do to make up for this?”

Terri continued as if I hadn’t even spoken. She explained, “MB and I have come up with a plan together. Either you are going to have to come clean about all your deviant desires, in great detail or divorce papers will be served. Further, since MB helped me put this plan together and she’s already familiar with – your disgustingly perverted desires, she will stay and be my observer. That way, I won’t have to trust my memory alone about what we do here tonight.” She then began to lay out the plan.

She looked at me earnestly and said, “Now listen carefully because I am only going to give you one chance at this. The only way we get through this night together is if you do exactly as I ask without question and answer all of my questions with 100% frank and detailed honestly. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes” I mumbled.

“OK” she said, “Let’s start with something clear and uncomplicated to put your commitment to the test. I want you to remove your clothing – all of it.”

I thought to myself “Wait, what”? I did a double take at Terri with what I am sure was a classic “deer in the headlights” look on my face.

She smiled at me for maybe 5 seconds and then the smile vanished and she said “NOW!”

I startled and glanced quickly over at Maribeth who was now leaning back in her chair, watching. I unsteadily stood up which put me less than a foot away from Terri and eye to eye. I’ve never felt Terri occupy my personal space in quite this way. It was kind of intense and I had to look away as I took off my shirt, shucked off my shoes and socks and then looked at Terri again, she looked back at me, put her hands on her hips and quietly said “One chance”.

I continued, removing my pants and then noticed – my enormous erection? Holly shit! Where did that come from? And when? Feeling very vulnerable and ashamed, I lowered my underwear and stepped out of them and put my hands in front of my junk. My cock had other plans though. It seemed to be looking around for a flag that needed waving.

For some reason, this brought on a bout of giggles for both women. Maribeth came over to stand next to Terri and said “Well, eskişehir escort he’s not so straight laced now is he? Mike might not know it but I think he’s enjoying this!”

Terri slapped my hands out of the way and placed them firmly at my side. She said, “Alright, let’s move on. What I want you to do now is for you to slowly stroke your cock for us. I want you to keep stroking it until you are nearing an orgasm but don’t you dare cum. I want to see the look on your face as you edge yourself in front of Maribeth. In fact, I want you to look MB in the eye while you stroke.”

I of course followed my instructions to the letter, stroking with my left hand while tugging on my nuts with my right. I looked Maribeth in the eye and couldn’t help but imagine cuming all over her smug pixy ass face. I couldn’t help myself as I took in the swell of her breasts and how badly I wanted to meet them in person.

Terri came up on my right side and swatted my right hand away from my balls and then she started to play with them and alternately squeeze and release them. She said, “As I said earlier, you are going to have to be 100% honest with me in the next couple of hours if our marriage is going to stand a chance. If I think you aren’t being anything but brutally honest and thorough in your answers or in your behavior, we’ll call it a night and call the marriage done. Understand?”

I thought for a moment and decided that if I did come clean in great detail, I was probably going to lose her. On the other hand, if I didn’t do exactly as she asked, I would certainly lose her. Of those two paths, only one path might lead to not losing her. I realized I was going to have to physically and ‘metaphorically’ expose myself to both of these women to find out where that path lead. Since I was already naked in front of them, horny as fuck and stroking my cock like a monkey at the zoo, I decided a little more exposure was basically ‘in for a penny’. “I do” I replied.

Terri smiled and said “Great! Let’s continue with the next step of the plan. Tell me what’s going through your mind right now as you look in MBs eyes and jerk off in front of her?

I thought to myself “Oh, man, this is a trap!” but my perv juices were now flowing at full capacity and I could feel my sense of judgement fading fast. I looked at Terri and said, “Well, just before you asked, I was thinking about cuming all over her face and how badly I’d like roll her top down so I can see her lovely tits.” I looked back at Maribeth to see how this information was landing and she leaned forward a bit which further enhanced her cleavage as she looked down at my cock and tucked her tongue into the corner of her mouth. I almost came right then.

Terri leaned in and whispered, “You know, that’s a pretty naughty thing to be mulling over. Let alone saying it out loud, to your wife. I think I’d have no trouble proving that most people would say that those are hurtful things to say to your wife, don’t you think? And what about Maribeth, surly you don’t see her as just some piece of meat to be used for your entertainment do you? Well?”

I said, “No! I mean yes! I mean, I never want to hurt you. On the contrary, I’ve always kept this side of me hidden because I was sure it would kill our relationship. And I think MB is great. I love how she just says what she thinks – even when what she says puts me at risk of showing my true nature. I just can’t help it, I’m a disgusting pervert through and through.”

Terri said, “Yes, yes, you are. And as punishment for being who you are, I think we should give your balls a good hard spanking in front of Maribeth. Would you like that?

I looked into Terri’s eyes and saw a question mark there. I looked at Maribeth and found an almost giddy look in her eyes. Both of those looks brought me so close to the brink of cuming that I had to take my hand off my cock.

I turned back to Terri and whispered, “Yes, please”. She then asked me to explain how she should do it, since she had no experience with the task. I said that I thought the best way to approach it was with an open hand slap from below for the best effect and sound. She could probably do it from where she was currently standing. Just like she might if she was smacking someone’s ass. I turned to Maribeth and asked, “What do you think MB, does that sound good to you”?

MB did a cute little excited dance jumping from foot to foot and rapidly clapped her hands in front of her now jiggling boobs while biting her lower lip. She said nothing.

Terri told me to continue stroking my cock and I said, “I really want to but if I even touch myself now, I’m likely to cum and I agreed that I probably shouldn’t allowed to cum until you tell me to.”

Terri said, “Very well then, let’s see if punishing your balls will bring you back away from the edge a bit. Maribeth, I’d like you to stand behind Mike and keep his hands out of my way. I want full access.”

MB came around behind me and took hold of both of my wrists and pulled them together gaziantep escort and down against my back. As she did this, I could feel her breasts pressing into my back as she pulled my hands back, tight against her tummy. I could feel the warmth from the top of her thighs and the lower hem of her shorts tickled the sides of my hands. It took all my self-control not to reach for her crotch.

Terri came around a little bit in front of me, let’s say my 2 o’clock, and told me to put my feet a couple of feet apart and push my pelvis forward and tilt it up. “Go on,” she said, “I want to see you offer them up like you’re giving me a gift. Show me how vulnerable you can make them.”

I did as I was told, even turning my hips slightly towards her to give her full access. I felt my balls lower, and sway in the hot air of our dining room.

She said, “I’m going to spank your balls five times. Between slaps, I want you to make some sort of pervy confession. I’ll leave it to you to decide what to tell me but know that if you tell me the most honestly pervy things, I might go easy on your balls with the next stroke. Are you ready?”

Maribeth said impatiently, Just look at him! His cock is like a precum fountain Terri, of course he’s ready!”

Terri said, “Alright then, here we go”.

I watched, fascinated as she pulled her right arm back, elbow bent like she was going to throw a baseball sidearm. Her wrist was loose and then I watched as her lovely soft and elegant hand came flying back towards my eager balls. It almost seemed like it was coming in slow motion. The look on her face was an arousing combination of release, anger, disgust and – joy? As her hand connected, it was a little off target. I watched one of my balls fly to the side and try to wrap around the back of her hand and then it bounced away. The other was fully trapped between her palm and my body. I watched as it flattened, and then I heard the sound – a cross between a whip crack and a porterhouse steak hitting the floor. And then I was staggering as the sting of the slap and the deep ache of the blow finally registered. I wobbled on my feet and tried to grab for my balls to protect them but MB was surprisingly strong and kept my arms behind my back.

Terri leaned in and asked with apparent concern, “How are you Mike? Are you OK?”

I hissed out a yes and then slowly offered my balls up again.

With renewed focus, she said, “Good. Now tell me something I don’t know about you”.

I said, “I fantasize about being caught red handed while masturbating and rummaging through a woman’s hamper, sniffing her panties. The fantasy is better if the woman is a friend of yours that I just recently met”.

“I see” said Terri. “Can I infer that you have already done all of this except for the getting caught part?” Seeing the trap too late and knowing that a lot was at stake, I admitted that I had. Terri asked, “Who’s dirty knickers have you sniffed?” I said, “Well, yours of course and MB’s for another but if I’m honest I do it but pretty much every chance the opportunity arises. Sometimes I suck on the crotch until they’re clean. Most of the time actually”

I felt MB stir behind me and I said over my shoulder, “Sorry MB, you must find me repulsive now”.

MB said, “Not repulsive Mike. Just a little pathetic”.

Terri asked me to describe what it was that I liked about sniffing dirty panties and I admitted it was the idea that the cloth had been hugging a lovely ass and crotch all day but mostly it was the stains. The aromas and the flavors.”

MB Asked, “Even the ones with skid marks?”

I hung my head and told her “Especially those ones.”

Terri said, “OK, well that’s all news to me then.” And then with a little disgusted snicker, she slapped my balls again.

This time with better aim, catching both balls and driving them into my taint. It was stronger than the last and it took me a full minute to get my breath back. I was finally able to ask her respectfully why it had been so much harder than the last.

She said, “Look, I informed you that if you told me the most honestly pervy things, I might go easy on the next stroke. Boys have been sniffing girls panties for as long as there have been girls and panties. Based on what I’ve seen on your hard drive, you tried to get away with a softball” .

Terri asked MB to reach around and pinch the head of my now flagging cock and hold it up out of the way for the next slap. She turned to me and made sure she had my full attention before she said “Now, tell me something I really don’t know about you.”

I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts and soak in the humiliation of MB holding my dick like she was holding a dead rat by the tail. I said, “I have a deep desire to join a group of women for a ladies night out. I want to be naked, on display, slowly stroking an erection for the whole event but I want to be generally ignored, snickered at or looked upon with disgust through the whole event. The extra pervy detail is that when anyone asks me where the bathroom is, I am expected to give them directions but then attempt to sell them on the idea that they should let me drink their pee instead of wasting it in the toilet. I am obligated to make this request. The twist is that while everyone has been informed that I’ll be nude and erect for the party (something about “performance art” or something) no one knows I’ll be asking to drink their pee.”

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Chapter 2 – 5 th February 2021

Declan sat on a stool at the bar of the local dingy, underground rock club, illuminated only by the offensively garish, strobing disco lights that pervaded through an otherwise perfect gloom. Over on the dance floor – not, not really a dance floor, just a space in the place where there were no tables and chairs, a menagerie of local misfits and weirdos were flailing themselves to The Number of the Beast by Iron Maiden, hair streaking through the smoke in ropes, sweat pumping from every conceivable pore. The smell of rum and sambuca hung thick in the air.

This was his favourite place in Bury. His people, the folk that didn’t fit the norm of aesthetic that seemed so popular on Tinder and in yoghurt commercials. The kind that were always made to feel like outcasts on the main drinking street in this town, Argentine Street – colloquially known as Argenwine Street. Should one of them head into a bar on that street, with tattoos, piercings and dyed hair proudly on display, they would be met with the look of derision that only premature botox and lip-fillers can create. So, they all headed to the Deaf Leopard.

Tonight though, Declan was not having a good time. He was agitated – no, not agitated, anxious? No, just straight up depressed. Angry? For sure. If the big fucker next to him trying to order five pints didn’t get his elbow out of Declan’s ribs, there was going to be trouble. Theoretical trouble, of course. Declan was no fighter, in any sense of the word. And this had been happening for the past hour. By and large, the bar area was pretty quiet, people turning to dancing as rock anthem followed rock anthem, but, without fail, every few minutes, Declan would feel a bump, a nudge, a knock, as people’s spatial awareness completely fell victim to alcohol intake.

It also didn’t help that, 10 minutes before this, his ex walked into the bar with the social group they both used to be part of. They had split just over a month ago, just after New Year’s Eve. They had been growing apart for years, but everything came to a head one night – a decision made by her, hugely impactful of their future, which Declan didn’t agree with but had absolutely no say in. An ocean of resentment built on all sides of their relationship until the pressure became too great – the romantic technology of their relationship unable to withstand the depths of this abyss, and so they imploded.

In the immediate aftermath, the other members of the group – John, Norman, Zoe and Leslie – had vowed to stay friends with both of them, but it became seemingly untenable for them to maintain two separate friendships and one by one, they drifted – no, drifted wasn’t the right word – charged away from Declan.

Which is how Declan found himself sat alone in The Deaf Leopard. Even over the music, he could hear them. Laughing. Having a good time. How dare they. How dare they!

Then Declan laughed to himself – he was starting to sound just a touch on the side of madness. He wasn’t bitter, he wasn’t even resentful. Just a crappy moment. He leant up on his seat to pull out his smoking gear at the same time as trying to get the attention of one of the bar staff to order a pint. He sat back, hoping he got the attention of one particular member of the bar team. He couldn’t help but take her in for a moment, not for the first time by any means. While he was staring, she looked over at him with a half-smile, raised her hand to a specific beer bump, tapping on it with a false nail as black as a raven’s wing. Declan nodded and the half-smile turned to a straightened mouth, a nod and wink as she went to get a glass.

As she turned, Declan’s gaze followed her. He’d been coming in quite a lot over the last few weeks, clearly often enough for him to now have a “usual”, and over that time, he had admired – he didn’t even know her name! He had wanted to ask for some time now but had always found the words caught in his throat. He couldn’t seem to communicate with her beyond asking for, and paying for drinks. It did always seem to be her serving him though. Tonight, her outfit was simple. A black vest, cut high around the neck, yet taught around her chest and clinging to a petite frame beneath, and black leather trousers which formed to her legs and curves perfectly. As she bent to get a glass for Declan’s pint, he couldn’t help it, his eyes drifted to how the leather stretched slightly over what he imaged was a simply perfect arse.

As she came back up and looked back over at him, he quickly averted his gaze back down to the cigarette paper he had just pulled from the pack. He started to pick a filter from the little plastic tube, furtive glances back up towards her. Her make up was simple. Eyeliner, foundation and a touch of pink lip-gloss which seemed to match the pink streaks in her otherwise blonde hair. As she finished pulling the pint, Declan had filled the paper with tobacco and rolled it, about to raise it to his giresun escort lips to lick the glue strip. As she placed the pint down, she looked up at Declan. As his tongue came out, their eyes met. He dragged his tongue along the paper and, at the same time, her tongue poked out from her glossed lips just slightly, and seemed to lick along her top lip.

She leaned against the bar, both hands on the edge with her fingers hooked under the marble, and pushed her shoulders back. Declan fished into the pocket of his brown leather jacket, which was hung on one of the hooks under the bar, for his wallet and handed her a five pound note.

“Keep the change…” He let the end of the sentence hang as if he was about to finish it with her name but once again remembered he didn’t know it.

“Millie” She laughed a little, giving a little eye roll and taking the money from him. She started to turn away, then stopped.

“Want me to watch that for you?” Millie cocked her head a little as she asked. Declan could swear her eyes had drifted down from his eyes a little, but couldn’t tell if she was looking at the drink or at him.

“That would be wonderful. Thank you, Millie.” Declan spoke through a thinned mouth, having already put the cigarette between his lips and was flipping his jacket over his arms.

Millie gave Declan another wink before moving away to serve another customer. Declan made his way past a handful of people towards the stair that lead outside. Once he hit fresh air, he stepped away from the entrance, feeling his pockets for a lighter when he heard his name being called. At first, Declan assumed it wasn’t for him and turned the other way, heading to the steps of the Italian restaurant next door to the Deaf Leopard. He leant against the brick wall, perched up on the first step and lit his cigarette, exhaling into the cold night air, a mixture of smoke and condensed breath in the cold.

It was then he heard his name again, and looked up to find the source of the voice. Towards him was walking one of the first friends he made in his life post-marriage. Well, it was someone he used to work with when he was in his retail work days, Casper. They had worked in a fly-by-night phone case and repair shop in the local shopping centre. At the time, Casper was 18, and went by the name Chloe, but that was five years ago, and a lot of discovery can happen in five years. They had bonded at work over their shared geekiness, and the fact that they both knew the job wasn’t going to last. They spent the working day watching comedy on the company laptop – there were never really any customers to disturb them, and playing silly word games. After the shop inevitably shut down, they had drifted apart, but a few weeks ago, they had bumped into each other again and reconnected. It felt nice to Declan to have a friend again. As Casper walked towards him, he cursed himself again for having such a depressingly cliched thought.

“Declan!” Casper shouted for a third time, on this occasion practically in his face. He opened his arms to hug Declan and they stood for a few moments hugging before breaking away. “Are you in here tonight? They won’t let us in.”

“Who’s us? You’re telling me you have other friends? A pox on you!” Declan smiled, and Casper returned with a laugh.

“Hey, I’m not a complete loner like you. I’m out with Evie. Have you met Evie? They’re just over there somewhere…” Casper turned to look down the street, his voice trailing off. He turned back, straightening out the pleats in his pink skirt, then pulling the black band t-shirt out a little. It had become a little too tight around his chest as it was pulled into the tuck. Casper had a very alternative style, the skirt being complimented with knee-high gothic-style boots with more buckles than Declan could count, and to top the outfit off, neon green cat ears sat in a shoulder length pink wig.

“Evie is somewhere, I’m not sure at the moment. They won’t let us in” Casper had a giddy energy in this moment, not annoyed, but more like he had chugged 3 cans of Monster in under a minute.

“Why won’t they let you in?” Declan continued to smoke his cigarette, leaning against the wall.

“I, erm” Casper looked down at the ground, spinning the hell of one foot in a semi-circle.

“Did you forget your ID again? Come on, Casper, you’re 23, but dress like you’re three. Of course you’re going to get checked.”

Casper showed a little blush on his face as Declan spoke. They had only been reconnected for a few weeks, but they quickly fell into the routines they had when they worked together. Declan was 11 years older than Casper, and naturally took on a caring kind of role over Casper. This care did include a lot of sarcastic, but good-natured and well-intentioned, jibes.

“I did. You know I did.” Casper’s blush grew a little deeper, and he looked up into Declan’s eyes.

“Where the fuck are you, Casper?” yalova escort A voice cut through the night chill, and from the throng of smokers, vapers and entrance-waiters outside the bar came Evie.

“I’m here, Evie.” Casper responded as we both looked around. Declan’s gaze fell upon Evie for the first time and, wanting to be subtle, he couldn’t help but casually admire her. She looked to be about 4″1, shoulder length hair that was dyed half-black, half-green. She had piercings in her eyebrows, septum, lower lip and an array of metal in both ears. She was wearing a tight, black-and-white striped long-sleeve tee, knee high socks and a skirt that looked so short it couldn’t, and didn’t, leave much to the imagination. As she walked over, there was a slight bounce in her step. She smiled at Casper then looked at Declan.

“Are you wearing a fucking Christmas jumper?” She eyed Declan through thick eye-liner with a curious look on her face.

“I am.” Declan responded, then dragged on his cigarette with a slight blush on his face. Declan looked down at his outfit. Under the leather jacket, he was wearing what was branded as an Ugly Christmas Sweater, Avengers themed. Characters embroidered into the cotton amongst snowflakes, Christmas trees and other decorations.

“Save me twos on that?” She motioned towards the cigarette in Declan’s hand. “Well, what the fuck are we going to do now?” She looked up at Casper, slightly exasperated. Declan handed the cigarette to Evie and leaned against the wall in the doorway again.

“I don’t know. We could go and get some chicken from Tesco? Or some snacks?” Casper pulled his phone out and checked the time. “They’re still open right?”

“Alright, but we’re getting a fucking cab.” Evie checked her phone at the same time, which had been in her hand the whole time. Declan checked her up and down again. Not one single sign of a pocket anywhere. Casper nodded in agreement and turned to Declan.

“You coming? Fancy some snacks and come back to mine?” He asked Declan. Declan has pulled his tobacco out and had started rolling again. Evie also looked up from her phone at Declan, a small smile on her face.

“I don’t know.” Declan thought for a moment and shook his head. “I think I’m going to head home soon. I’m fairly tired. I’ll walk to the taxi rank with you though.” As soon as these words left his lips, he mentally cursed himself. His eyes then drifted to Evie again, whose smile had turned to what he interpreted as disappointment, and he cursed himself again. Why had he said no to spending time with these two? He could change his mind, it wasn’t too late. No, he’d have felt like a complete jackass.

“OK.” Casper said with a slight resignation too, but then returned to his peppy, upbeat self. “Let’s go, guys.”

The three of them set off down the street towards the taxi rank. It was, in total, only a three minute walk, but Declan wanted a little leg stretch. Evie was checking her phone again, replying to messages, so Casper naturally started to out pace her, and Declan fell back a little to keep pace with Evie.

“I’m Declan, by the way, nice to meet you.” Declan help out his hand to Evie.

“I’m Evie” She replied, looking up from her phone and shaking his hand. Declan was immediately struck by how small her hand was in his. He dwarfed her in pretty much every way. She looked him up and down again and smiled. “Why the fuck are you wearing a Christmas jumper? It’s February.”

“I wear them every month of the year except December.” He responded, opening his jacket a little and pulling the bottom of the jumper down to reveal the pattern a little more to her. “It’s what all the cool kids are doing isn’t it?”

“No, it’s really not.” Evie replied with a laugh. “Maybe back in your day.”

“Look, we’ve only just met, but insinuating that I’m old is quite rude you know”.

“But you are old, Grandad.” Casper turned around, smiling widely and laughing. “You’ve always been old. You’re like, thirty years older than me, aren’t you?”

“You’re fifty-three?!” Evie had genuine shock in her voice, inspecting Declan’s face. “You do have some wrinkles.”

“I’m thirty-six, you cheeky little twats.” Declan’s voice, while trying to remain as upbeat as the other two, did crack into genuine hurt for a moment.

“Calm down, grandad. You look good for fifty-three” Evie smiled and stuck her tongue out at Declan. There was no talking for a moment before Casper and Evie broke out in laughter. Declan narrowed his eyes at Evie for a moment and stuck his tongue out in return.

“So I can tell already that you’re a cheeky little gremlin, hmm?” Declan’s frown turned to a smile and it was Evie’s turn to frown at him.

“Am not a gremlin.”

“Are too.”

“Am not.”

This back and forth went on for a few moments while Casper disappeared into the office to order a taxi. There was already a cab waiting at the rank which they yozgat escort could use.

“Children” Casper called out to the two of them as the repetitive conversation continued. “The taxi is here. Are you sure you’re not coming?” Casper looked to Declan, as did Evie with hope in her eyes. This hope was put out though when Declan shook his head again, and cursed himself yet again. The three of them said their goodbyes, Casper and Declan hugged, then Evie stepped over and gave Declan a light hug, once more illumination the sheer difference in their statures.

Casper and Evie got into the cab, waved to Declan, and Declan turned to start the mile-long walk home, putting his headphones in and cursing himself once more for not accepting Casper’s offer. Just as he was finding a decent podcast to put on to try and quieten his brain down from all the self-cursing, he heard a commotion from across the street.

Under a parapet, there was a row of shops – Turkish barbers, fried chicken takeaway, newspaper shop, nail salon and a kebab house – opposite the Deaf Leopard. Apparently, some banter between to almost identical mid-twenties men had gotten out of hand, and now they were stood glaring at each other, chests puffed under Fred Perry polo shirts, tight enough to accentuate chemically-nourished biceps, and seemingly cut blood-flow to the brain. Declan walked on, pressing play on the latest episode of one of the podcasts in his weekly rotation.

After 5 minutes or so of walking, he pulled his phone out and opened Facebook. He went to Casper’s profile, and saw a post in which Evie was tagged. One click and a quick scroll later, he pressed Add Friend on Evie’s profile.

After 7 minutes of walking, he remembered he had ordered a beer from Millie and then completely disappeared.

After 11 minutes of walking, he checked his phone again and saw that Evie had accepted his friend request. He opened Messenger and clicked on her name, opening a chat.

For 5 further minutes of walking, he struggled to think of something to type to Evie. He didn’t want to seem weird for adding her not 20 minutes after first meeting her. But then again, if she thought it was weird, she wouldn’t have accepted. He wrestled with this internal mini-conflict until he had to lock his phone to get his keys from his pocket to unlock the front door.

After getting himself into the house, and up to his room, he started to undress. Off came the jacket, Christmas jumper and skinny blue jeans. As he was looking for some shorts to put on – most pairs had been used in the last few days’ worth of running and gymming – his phone pipped with a notification. He unlocked the phone and opened the notification.

EVIE: You home yet, old man?

DECLAN: We’ve only just met. I don’t think you can be this rude to me. But yes, I am.

EVIE: But you are old, it’s just a fact.

DECLAN: And you’re very small.

EVIE: Who’s rude now??? Still got that stupid jumper on?

DECLAN: Still you. No, it’s off now.

EVIE: Good. It bad that I wanted to take it off you?

DECLAN: That depends. If you wanted to take it off me to burn it, then it’s bad.

EVIE: Um no. Just want to…

DECLAN: What do you mean, hmm?

EVIE: Nuthin. Shush.

And that is how Declan got to know Evie.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Three weeks later, Declan stretched himself awake a full 3 minutes before his alarm was due to go off at 6am. He locked his arms down by his sides, arched his back and stretched his legs until his feet poked out from under the duvet. He looked out of the window, unburdened by the curtain he had bought but not got round to putting up. It was still pitch black. He hated running in the dark. It meant he couldn’t wear his wrap-around sports glasses. Even though he was probably in the best shape of his life, Declan still sweated like a cartoon character eating a ghost pepper in a sauna. He lay for a few moments more. As usual, he had awoken in quite a fierce state of arousal, his shaft straining at the material of his boxers. Just as he was about to let his hand slide down…beep beep beep.

Groaning, he leaned over and flicked the slider on the alarm on his phone. As usual, the first few attempts didn’t work, lazily swiping his finger of the screen in his half-sleep grog. He picked the phone up, eyes squinting at the harsh glare in the otherwise black room, and carefully pulled the digital button left to silence the offensive clamour. He hated getting up at this time, but it was the only real way to make sure he got his run done before work. He worked from home, so it wasn’t a huge rush, but he still liked plenty of time to get ready, have a coffee, sit for a while before being tethered to his laptop for the day.

He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and stretching once more, this time arms high up above his head. He flexed his arms a little. He didn’t have world-beating, shirt-ripping biceps, but he liked the work he had put into them. He looked around, half-forgetting that the button for the shelf-edge lamp was on his right, and flicked it on. Just as he hit the button, he saw the green flashing light on his phone which meant he had a message. He unlocked his phone, and saw a message from Evie sent about 2 minutes before that moment.

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This is my story and is also published elsewhere.

*****

Alice had me trapped. I was tied up in a doll box, dolled up like a pervert’s idealization of a slutty schoolgirl, and put on display right next to the entrance of the store. To make matters worse, Alice had also attached a ‘discount’ sign to my box to draw more attention, specifically to me. It was still early in the day, and I had to hold out until closing time before she would let me go…

“I’m heading to the back for a minute. I’ve got to prepare some online orders for shipping. Be good now, dolly!” Alice said as she walked off. Her heels clicked softer and softer before she disappeared with the sound of a door opening and closing. In a way, I was happy that most people shopped online now. It saved me from a lot of encounters with potential customers. Remembering how empty the store was the day before, and how nobody had knocked or called when the store was closed during Alice’s dollification process, made me feel relieved. The day might end up being rather uneventful!

Some time passed. A door opened and closed again. The clicking of heels became audible again as Alice returned to her desk. “Hey, dolly?” Alice said, teasingly. “You left your phone in the employees’ room. You really ought to set a password on that thing!”

Oh, no. What did she do? Thoughts came rushing to my mind. Did she check my browser history? Open my gallery? Read my chats? Although Alice did not reveal exactly what she had and hadn’t done, it soon became very clear as less than an hour later, some very familiar faces walked up to the store.

Jeremy, Tyler, and Marcus approached the store in unison. They were my best friends. We haven’t been as socially connected as we used to, but even nowadays we always found time to play video games together at least once a week. They never struck me as the type that would enter a store like this… especially together! The group stopped at the front door and inspected the display carefully before their eyes stopped at my sign. Jeremy pointed at the sign and spoke to the group. Their words remained inaudible to me. After a minute or so of talking, the group entered the store.

As the door swung open, Jeremy’s voice became audible, “Where is he anyway? Didn’t he say to meet him here?”

“According to the location he sent in the chat, he should be here, yeah,” Marcus replied.

The group stared into the store for a short time before Alice approached them. “Hello! Welcome to Wonderland! Can I help you?” she asked.

“Yeah…” Tyler started. “We’re looking for our friend, Sam. He told us to meet him here. Said something about seeing something unbelievable before disappearing on us.”

“Sam? I don’t recall him ever mentioning his name, but there was a young man here earlier. He was about your age, so it could have been him,” Alice replied, matter-of-factly. “I think he left his phone here. I found it over in the ladies section. Could you call your friend to see if this phone starts ringing?”

Jeremy was the first to grab his phone and call my number. The phone rang. “Well, I guess we can take his phone then,” Jeremy said. “We’ll make sure he gets it back! It’s a good thing he at least texted us before he got forgetful!”

“That fool was probably taking pictures of slutty lingerie or sex toys and left it after getting distracted!” Tyler exclaimed. The group laughed.

Great. Now they think I’m a pervert. I thought. Although, if they knew where I really was, things would be much, much worse.

“I wonder what he wanted us to see though, I mean, we’re here now anyway…” Marcus said. “Hey, Jeremy, check his gallery! Maybe that will give us a hint.”

“I can’t. His phone… it’s locked?” Jeremy tekirdağ escort replied in confusion. “Since when does he use a password on his lock screen?”

So that’s what Alice did… She texted my friends to come over and possibly poke fun at me, and then locked my phone so that I can’t even access it anymore! I just hope she gives me the unlock code when she unties me later today…

“Well, I can’t tell for sure what he would have wanted you to see, but he did ask about our discounted doll over here,” Alice said, giving a few light taps on my box.

“Yeah, that one drew our attention too,” Jeremy admitted. “What’s with the discount? And why is it only on that doll? Is there something wrong with it? It looked just fine to us.”

Alice started turning the box to make it face into the store. Slowly but surely my vision rotated, and I was looking directly at my friends. I was happy that I never ended up getting any tattoos. Could you imagine a doll with tattoos? It’d be a dead giveaway!

After Alice finished rotating the box, she took a moment to catch her breath. “The ‘problem’ with this doll is that we requested female dolls for our collection. But our supplier didn’t inspect the dolls and ended up shipping one of their new ‘experimental models’,” Alice explained. She gently removed the front panel from the box. “See for yourselves,” She teased, as she slowly lifted my skirt and revealed the compact chastity cage filling out my panties.

“Is that…” Jeremy began, unable to finish his sentence.

“Yo, that’s a dude doll!” Marcus exclaimed, clearly uncomfortable and weirded out by the sight.

“Are those supposed to get wet?” Tyler asked, pointing at my panties.

“Yeah… They’re only supposed to get wet when it senses its user is aroused, but this model, as it is experimental, has a defect,” she replied. Her eyes locked on mine as she emphasized the word ‘defect’. Alice smiled briefly, though her eyebrows gave away it was far from a kind smile. She was clearly enjoying herself.

Alice pulled my panties aside and gave the group an unobstructed view of my cage. She left it hanging for a second before flicking the tip of the cage twice, only for another drop to leak out of the cage, and fall directly onto the floor of the box. “This cute little thing has become a bit of an issue. Every morning I need to swap out its panties and clean the floor… I’m all for innovation, but this model just has to go. The sooner, the better,” Alice explained.

“These hyperrealistic dolls generally go for 2,000 dollars. This, however, is a new and very exclusive model. So its value is a bit higher than that. 3,000 dollars, to be more precise. However, luckily for our customers, we got this model as a result of a mix-up. So we can charge the regular 2,000 for it. As I would like to get rid of it fast, I’m offering it for 1,500 dollars, which is half the price of its real value. So you get a brand new exclusive doll that nobody else can even afford, for less than the price of the regular female model,” Alice said, trying to convince my friends into considering the purchase.

“No, thanks, I’m good,” Marcus replied. “Well, if this is it, I’ll just see you guys at the car!” Marcus said as he walked out of the store.

Jeremy and Tyler looked at each other as if wordlessly debating whether or not to buy the doll. “Can I pay in installments?” Jeremy asked, his face getting red.

“We don’t usually do split payments, but I’ll tell you what. If this doll isn’t gone by the end of next week, I’ll consider it. 50% upfront, though!” Alice replied.

“I’ll give you a call next week then,” Jeremy said, thanking Alice, then exiting tokat escort the store too.

When his friends had left the store, Tyler dared to speak freely. “I think the leaking is kinda cute. Does it do that all on its own? Is there no fluid container?” He asked, clearly interested.

Oh, no. Tyler is legitimately interested in owning a sissy sex doll. That can’t be good…

“I don’t know exactly how it works, but, yeah. There’s no container for whatever that liquid is. It just works on its own,” Alice shrugged.

“May I?” Tyler asked, moving closer to the box.

Having moved behind Tyler, Alice could now focus her eyes on me while talking, without raising any suspicion. “Go right ahead,” she answered. Staring directly into my eyes with a devious smile.

Tyler grabbed hold of my cage and fondled it around in his hand. “It’s cute. I can fit the entire thing in just one hand… I like it,” Tyler said. He gently squeezed his hand as he cupped my balls. “Wow, these feel very real indeed. Well, apart from that they are so small in comparison to my own, of course,” he added, giving out a laugh.

“Oh?” Alice replied. Tyler’s remark piqued her interest and gave her an idea to humiliate me further. “Tell you what. If you dare to whip out yours and prove yours are substantially bigger, I’ll lower the price by another hundred dollars,” she teased.

Alice wanted to embarrass me, tempt me to struggle, and make me try to break free. But I knew that if I just let it happen, Alice would hopefully keep her word not to sell me, Tyler would leave, and I’d be free without them knowing it was me. I simply HAD to hold on.

“Challenge accepted!” Tyler exclaimed. He chuckled as he unbuttoned his pants. The zipper promptly followed too and there stood Tyler… pants down to his knees, no underwear, exposing himself in the middle of the store.

Alice moved between us. “May I?” she now asked.

“My pleasure,” Tyler confidently replied. “Just don’t blame me if you get to see more than you asked for!” Tyler laughed as he motioned his index finger uncurling as if becoming erect.

Alice pretended to blush as she dropped to her knees and went to cup both of our balls. Even though it was obvious Tyler was certainly better endowed in that department, Alice carefully fondled both our balls, pretending to analyze them. Her intentions were very clear, however. To tease me, make me leak more, and cause me to get even more uncomfortable in my cage while allowing Tyler to grow up to his full length in arousal.

“Hmm,” Alice moaned sensually. “You are indeed a lot bigger.” She looked up at Tyler and saw his face getting red. “Oh. I guess this view is doing it for you?” She teased. “I’ll tell you what… looking at those big balls, you’re probably pent-up… And now you’re fully erect too… I can’t let you leave like that! So how about another challenge?”

“I’m listening…” Tyler replied, breathing heavily.

“If you can cum over this doll’s cage, I’ll consider her ‘marked’, and thus mark her in our system as reserved for you. You can then pick her up discreetly whenever you get the money to buy her.” Alice dared.

This can’t be happening. How in the world did it come to this? One of my best friends jerking off and cumming on me? I pray he declines that dare… It took every single bit of self-control to remain motionless as my fight-or-flight nerves started to kick in.

“Kinky… Fuck. Okay. I’ll do it… Could you stay there on your knees, though? I’m loving this sight, and it’s helping a lot.” Tyler replied.

“I’ll do you one better, stud,” Alice said, kissing Tyler’s dick on the head. It bounced up in response. “Hmm. Fuck. trabzon escort If I didn’t have other plans, I’d have claimed this cock for myself,” Alice moaned. I wasn’t sure anymore if Alice was simply acting and playing along, or if she meant it, as her act was very convincing.

Tyler had already started stroking himself. But Alice’s teasing had made him shift his body towards her instead, and away from me. He was stroking himself off with his dick pointed at Alice’s mouth. Alice opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue in response.

It didn’t take much longer for Tyler to reach climax. Though he wasn’t prepared for how fast it came, as his first shot landed straight onto Alice’s tongue. Embarrassed, Tyler quickly turned towards me and shot the rest of his cum all over me. Some hit my panties, some hit just my balls, some didn’t even make it to me and merged with the pool that I had already leaked onto the floor, and the rest covered my cage. “I’m so sorry!” Tyler apologized. “Oh, man, I royally screwed that up, didn’t I?”

Alice let his cum slide down her tongue into her mouth. Without swallowing, she closed her mouth and positioned it above my cage before opening it again and letting Tyler’s cum, mixed with her saliva, drip down onto my cage. “There you go. Problem solved,” Alice reassured Tyler. “I take responsibility for going a bit too far with your visual stimulation. Besides… I’ve always wanted to do that to someone.”

“Someone?” Tyler responded.

“Well, something, in this case. But it was close enough to the real deal. After all, this one is so very realistic…” Alice moaned in a sultry tone as she squeezed my balls one last time. I leaked out more in response.

“Wow, it almost looked like its cage twitched! That is amazing!” Tyler said. “I can’t wait to take her home with me. I’ll be sure to have the money within a week!” Tyler quickly pulled up his pants again and left the store.

“Alright. That was quite the ride! I see you once again enjoyed yourself too?” Alice chuckled as she pointed at the floor. “Don’t worry. It’ll be our secret…” she smirked. “Now then, let’s get you cleaned up…”

Thankfully, Alice closed the store early that day. She untied me, washed off Tyler’s (and my own) mess, and let me get back into my clothes after undoing my makeup and removing all the doll ‘clothing’.

“Now then, I do believe you’ve earned yourself a treat!” Alice said in excitement. “You’ve done me proud, Sam! Cute name, by the way. Though I won’t be calling you that anymore after today.” She giggled, as she walked off to a drawer in the employees’ kitchen and took a pill out of an unlabeled container. She then grabbed a mug and filled it with liquid vanilla pudding. The gooey dessert flowed into the mug. While pouring it, Alice dropped the pill in. After filling the mug, she walked back over and handed it to me.

“Drink up! It’s good!” Alice said. Seeing my somewhat saddened face, she realized that my idea of a treat was much different from hers. “Oh. You thought I was going to unlock you? I’m sorry, sweetie, but you already leaked so much today! I’ll unlock you tomorrow… pinky promise! Now, be a good doll and swallow your treat!”

I did as she asked. With audible gulps, one after the other. I finished the mug in one go. If I hadn’t known about the pill being somewhere in there, I would never even have realized I swallowed it. “What was that pill anyway?” I asked.

“Just a painkiller for the chastity pains I caused you today,” She replied. “Don’t worry about it.”

Don’t worry about it. The classic red flag statement… yet, it’s not like I could just decline her demands, I thought. As scared as I was, I was also too curious for my own good. My girlfriend was never this kinky, and Alice introduced me to things I couldn’t imagine in my wildest fantasies. A part of me wanted to do as she told me, just to see where it would take me.

“Go home, sweetie. Get some rest. I’ll see you again tomorrow,” Alice said. “Oh, and skip breakfast tomorrow! For reasons!”

More secrets. Great…

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Kelly ain’t that into nudism. She likes to be nude but it’s not like a thing to her. I guess she’s not much of an exhibitionist, at least in that way. She’s certainly not afraid to be nude and is proud of her body, as she should be. She was a highly skilled gymnast as a young girl, a high jumper and track star in high school, and a high jumper again at a major state university in college. Then she got into partying. It didn’t diminish her figure. Her legs are powerful and beautifully shaped. Her muscles are taught and her ass is profound. I met her when she was forty two and all that was the case. Twelve years later it still is. She has beautiful large breasts and glorious nipples that get fat and hard. All that being said showing it all off to strangers as a nudist just isn’t that high on her priority list. I do think she kind of gets off on being admired, as we all do, and might even find it kinky to be watched in compromising and even sexual situations. From photos of the past I know she got off on dressing seductively and produced plenty of results from her efforts.

I, myself, on the other hand, love nudism, being nude and seeing others nude, men and women. I love going to an establishment where that is the whole damn premise. To me it’s crazy it isn’t more popular. Who doesn’t want to go somewhere everyone is naked? How could you not want to go? Sounds like paradise to me. I get along with basically anyone. I can find something sexy in almost anything. I love to see and be seen and I love the thought that something kinky might happen, or at least the “odds” are accelerated when everyone around you already has their clothes off.

I did get Kelly to go to a nudist resort with me once. She was a real trooper about it. It was in Arizona, near Phoenix. The crowd wasn’t her type, nor mine really, but as I said earlier I’m easy to please. Another piece of our proverbial pie is that Kelly and I are both furry folks. She doesn’t shave her armpits or legs and only trims her bush in the summer when the possibility exists that she may wear a bathing suit. I wish she’d just keep it long all year as I love seeing a woman’s pubic hair leaking out of the edge of her bikini. These days it seems most of the nudist folks, even the elderly, are all shaved. To me it’s kind of weird but, whatever, to each their own. Neither of us are self conscious about being hirsute, I have a very hairy chest and a full beard. I even have slight fur on my shoulders and back. I think it’s nice. It’s not extremely hairy, it’s just the way God made me and I dig it. So does Kelly. For me it’s fun for us to show up somewhere like that, to be the odd ones out, we’re good looking, naturally sexy people. People notice us and I can tell because we do get lots of nice glances. If you don’t think you’re sexy who will? It’s more of a vibration. We are both in good shape, tan, lean and vibrant. For me that’s the way it’s supposed to be. As for others I can appreciate anyone as long as they are nice, looks are secondary…

Kelly and I make jewelry and do lots of shows where we sell our stuff. People love our wares. We make our jewelry from stones, bones, shells and such that we find. We also hand tan deerskins into leather to make our cords. We also make deerskin bags and pouches, friction fire kits, rings and other things. We buy nothing, we find and make everything. It’s great. The reason I’m telling you this is because it’s what brought us to Arizona. We were also considering moving there so we figured that we might as well do a market to make some money to help pay for the trip and look around the state for possible areas to live. When searching for places to stay in Arizona, we usually camp, I ran into an ad for a nudist resort. I booked a room for us before telling Kelly as I thought she would find a way out of the idea and I was committed. I wanted to go. I wouldn’t be denied. I didn’t tell her until our market was done and she was wondering where we were going to stay. I told her,

“Don’t worry, baby! I got us a spot at a nudist resort that’s only like forty minutes from here.”

She thought I was joking. I told her I wasn’t. She sighed and said,

“Whatever.”

We had made about eight hundred bucks that day in an unlikely place and everyone had loved our goods. We had a cooler full of wine, cheese, salami and other such delicacies. She was in a good mood. To fight the nudist resort now would be foolish and she knew it. It was perfect timing.

We arrived at the resort a couple hours before sunset. It was May and cooler than normal for that area but still in the eighties. The resort was well kept, pretty and had an enormous pool. We rented a little cabin that had a fridge, a big bed, a bathroom and all the other shit you need or don’t need for a night. We got it for a great price, sixty five bucks. The grounds had a restaurant, a pool table, paddle tennis courts, a basketball court, and a dance area. It was amazing. The crowd was beige in general, beige as in “normal” everyday düzce escort Americans except for the fact that they were all naked. It was wild. They were all very friendly. As night fell we headed for the hot tub. Once in the bubbling waters we relaxed and settled in. There were many people around, walking about, getting in and out of the tubs and pools. It was crowded. At one point a very well built black man strolled by. As he did he looked down at us in the tub. Kelly’s breasts were easily visible above the waterline. He did a double take and said,

“Whoa, ya! I guess I’m getting in with you all!”

We laughed and welcomed him. I could tell he was keen on Kelly. She looked fabulous all wet and naked soaking in the tub, her sexy tits sort of treading water, her nipples making perky appearances. The guy was nice, but a little cliche. He was good looking and a quick talker, but I’m a quick talker too. He was a car salesman and we gave him shit about it. Friendly shit. I could tell Kelly had no interest in him, I wasn’t sure at first. Eventually we told him we were going to head to our place for some snacks and more wine. He asked if he could tag along. We are hospitable people and I said sure.

Once in the room with our new friend I began cutting salami, got some Ak-Mok crackers out, some cheese and a new bottle of cheap, but delicious, Italian pinot grigio. I loaded our glasses with ice and filled them. Our friend didn’t want any. He didn’t want snacks. As we talked and went further he became irritated. He asked,

“Are you guys in the lifestyle or what?”

I told him we were living our lifestyle right now, hanging out, enjoying gourmet treats and iced wine. I was about to rip a big bowl of weed and wander out into the nigh to see the dreamy Arizona sky. He got more frustrated. He asked for our phone number and said he had to go. I wished him well. A little bit later we got texts from him asking us about the lifestyle and if we were in it, if we wanted to have sex with him. I told him the same shit I did earlier. I knew what he was talking about I just didn’t want to get into shallow semantics. Truth be told, if he was cool and interesting, which Kelly and I talked about later, we might just have indulged him in some wild and interesting sex. But as it were he didn’t make the team. He wasn’t a team player. And for a brother he was very “beige.” And I’m not talking color. He was just a bland, a shallow man. Color has nothing to do with it.

After that Kelly was a little less excited for nudist resorts. I’m dying to go to more but so far it hasn’t happened, which bums me out a bit as I’ve always planned on my fifties being my nudist decade. The fifties are sexy and I want to get the most out of them in that regard. There’s still time.

As I told you before Kelly and I visit lots of places to collect stones, shells and other natural treasures. After returning from Arizona we were in need of more rocks and shells so we planned another trip. On this adventure we were headed to central California to visit a couple of beaches that have been like gold mines for us. The stones are fabulous, beyond beautiful and people love the things we make from them. I had heard from someone the last time we were up that way that there was a nude beach nearby. On most trips we usually camp, as I said earlier, but this time was an exception as we had gotten a hotel room which happened to be quite near this nude beach. After we had collected all we needed from our usual spots it became apparent that we had a free day. I thought we might as well do some exploring. I gathered a bit of courage and suggested to Kelly that we should go to a place called Pirate’s Cove, the nude beach. When I told her she said,

“Isn’t that a nude beach?”

I told her that it was indeed. I told her I had always wanted to see the stones there and also that I love nude beaches.

“I know you love nude everything. That’s beside the point. I’m game. Let’s go check it out and I’ll see how I feel once we get there.” She said.

“Aw, that’s great baby! You’re the best. We’re just so close and we got free time. I love that weird shit. Thanks for going along with me.”

She smiled and kissed me warmly. We got our things packed up and headed out. It was only a fifteen minute drive to the beach’s parking area. We found a shady spot to rest our vehicle, grabbed our belongings and headed down the trail. Pirate’s Cove is a beautiful spot. The cove itself is protected from the predominant winds so the sea stays glassy and the sun heats the beach perfectly. The water is cool from the offshore upwelling that occurs. The sand is white and the chaparral covered hills provide a beautiful backdrop. The trail down to the beach is somewhat steep but easy enough. Once on the beach the going is smooth and easy. This particular day was not very crowded. The beach was strewn with a wide variety of people and various shade structures that people edirne escort had constructed with driftwood. I was surprised to see quite a few naked women amongst the many men. Most of the people down there were reasonably attractive. We walked to a nice spot about half way down the beach and set our things on the sand where we arranged our towels. After that I stripped my clothes off immediately. It felt good to shed my clothes, to be naked and free beneath the sun in the fresh sea air with other people of like mind.

Within a couple of minutes Kelly had shed her clothes completely as well. I was a little surprised but pleased. She laid down on her towel on her back, hear breasts draping to her sides, and breathed a large exhale. She looked glorious. Her skin was tan, her brownish blond hair falling sweetly around her beautiful face. I let my eyes follow along her whole body. Her pubic mound rose gracefully from her flat stomach, her long fur standing at attention. As she relaxed completely her legs fell open, semi spread and she drifted into a slumber. She fell asleep.

I chose to remain seated so that I could take in all the different people and natural sights. The day was pleasant. To my right was a gay european couple, two men. They were very close to each other and kept giggling and laughing, drinking beers and smoking cigarettes. Their cocks remained halfway erect throughout the whole day. There was a woman by herself, seemingly a rare breed at a nudist beach, who was stunningly attractive. She wasn’t flamboyant but naturally beautiful. She was somewhat thick, but elegantly so, and she exuded a confidence that was sexy beyond measure. I was keen to catch her eye, but she was aloof, she was content in her world and in this day and age that is a nice thing to see. There were many others, many shapes, many sizes, breasts, cocks, asses all walking around freely and in good spirits.

As Kelly snoozed I noticed a tall, well tanned man stroll by. He was attractively built, and completely naked. He walked casually and with grace. His shoulders were somewhat broad, he had a nice head of dark hair that wasn’t quite shoulder length. He looked like he could be anywhere from forty five to fifty five, it was hard to tell. As he sauntered by I watched his eyes latch onto Kelly as she slept, her arms above her head, her armpit fur blowing softly in the breeze, her legs spread slightly. He stopped and turned, seemingly not noticing me, and gazed at her for at least a minute. It was then that I noticed his cock. His cock was as tan as the rest of him and it was long. It was not enormous, but it was impressive and beyond anything else it really was beautiful from an “anatomical” standpoint. During the minute that he stood and stared at Kelly his penis went from hanging nonchalantly to almost being rigid and standing at attention. It was incredible to see the transformation. It didn’t get much longer in becoming erect, maybe a little. He stood and watched and then gave a quick smack to the head of his penis as if to say, “Down boy!!” After that he turned parallel to the sea again and continued his walk down the beach. I laughed to myself at what had transpired and then decided it was time to swim, to plunge into the glorious sea and refresh myself in the true fountain of youth.

When I returned Kelly was awake. She was casually looking around. I asked her if she had seen anything she liked. She wasn’t very impressed. She said that there was a short gay man in a red speedo who had been watching me as i went in the water. As she said it he strolled by, his sunglasses on his nose to show me his eyes, looking at me hungrily with his small hard penis in his hand. His speedo was now over his shoulder. He stroked it twice and then licked his lips at me. I smiled, only laughing inside, and said good day. He mouthed good day back at me. He was somewhat repulsive but something about his small, pointy cock turned me on. It was like a little horn and it was crazily engorged, all veiny and red. It looked urgent and a small part of me would’ve liked to see him continue to rub it until it let loose all that pressure. I kept the thought to myself.

Kelly then then rose up and walked down to the sea and plunged in, her nipples turning hard in the cold water. She swam a bit and I noticed some of the men, and even one of the women, looking her way. She shimmied back up the beach, rubbed herself down with her towel and then sat back down.

“Hey Shaglus? You about ready to go? I’ve had enough sun. I think I might’ve burned a bit falling asleep like that.” She laughed. “I feel dreamy and I’m getting hungry.”

“Ya, sure baby. I’m ready anytime. Let’s walk naked back to the trail and put our clothes on over there. I think there’s a small waterfall we can rinse off in before we dress.”

She liked the idea and we proceeded to get our belongings ready. We began to walk down the beach, saying goodbye to a couple of elazığ escort people we had conversed with earlier. As we left the tideline and moved onto the drier, thicker sand Kelly was drawn to something.

“Hey, baby! That guy over there is carving something. Why don’t we go check it out. It looks cool. He looks like he’s good at it.” She said.

Before I looked up to see who she was talking about I said,

“Sure, let’s check it out.”

Right then I looked up to see the same tan man who had stared at her. He was standing next to a huge driftwood log carving another piece of driftwood. He was using the log as sort of a table on which he had laid out various works he had seemingly made that day. From the angle we were at you could not see his cock. Part of me was nervous and part of me was turned on to see what Kelly would think once she stood in front of this man.

As we approached him I could see a smile emerge on his face. He was very handsome. His lips were full and robust and as they veered into a smile he revealed stunningly white teeth that were only made whiter by the incredible tan on his skin. His dark hair fluttered slightly in the weak onshore breeze. It was almost corny how perfect the whole scene was, like it was in a movie. As we got closer you could see his arms were chiseled with muscles but naturally so. It wasn’t like this guy spent hours in the gym vainly seeking to form muscle. These muscles had formed naturally over time, in the sun, wind, rain and whatever else from the life he had lead. There is a huge difference.

“Hello!” He said. “How are you both this glorious day?”

Kelly immediately replied,

“We’re fabulous, thank you. We just came over to see what you were carving.”

Kelly was noticeably intrigued with this man. She was still naked and her nipples immediately became inflamed, growing in size and pointing right at him. I was intrigued too.

“I love to carve wood from this beach. I do it almost everyday. I make whatever comes to mind and I can usually sell them at a store up the road. It’s a fantastic way to make a living.” He explained.

“That’s amazing!” Kelly replied. “Your work is beautiful. We also like to find treasures at the beach and turn them into pieces to sell. We have that in common.”

“I can see your work treats you well.” The man smiled as he said it. “You are a beautiful woman. Natural beauty comes first from the inside and then spreads itself outward. You wear it well.”

We moved closer and got behind the log with him. As we did the rest of his body came into view. Kelly’s eyes immediately went straight to his semi-erect, tanned cock. She almost stepped backward as she saw it. She became strangely giddy and started chattering about wood and texture and how he seemed to understand the materials he was working with in an uncanny way. A strange silence overcame us all. There was a sort of magnetism in the air, you could feel it. He was smiling and carving, she was staring at his cock, I was sort of in a netherworld wondering where on Earth all of this could go. I had a sudden inspiration to ask the man if she could touch his cock. It seemed out of line, I didn’t know how he would react, nor how she would react. I was contemplating my next move when all of a sudden I blurted out,

“I hope I’m not out of line, sir. But there’s something strange in the air. Would it be okay for my wife to touch your cock? It’s beautiful and she’s been staring at it ever since she saw it.”

Kelly looked at me with the strangest look she’s ever given me. Her mouth was open as if she was going to say something, but instead she just kind of gave a breathy laugh. He did too. Silence again. The man then looked directly at Kelly and said,

“Well, only if she’d like to.”

We were well concealed behind the large log, it would be hard for anyone to see. Kelly looked around. He looked around. I looked around. Kelly then said,

“It is so beautiful. I guess I could just touch it if you don’t mind.”

It was somewhat out of character for her. There she was standing naked in front of this tan stranger with glazed eyes and a watering mouth. We had fantasized about things like this before but had never consummated anything of this sort. It was a rare opportunity for a strange erotic encounter. I wondered in my mind if she would actually do it? As I wondered Kelly reached out her hand and touched the large head of his penis, almost patting it. She looked at me and asked,

“Are you sure it’s okay, baby?”

“It seems like you’d like to Kelly. If you want to I want you to.” I replied.

She then relaxed slightly, looked around again and then wrapped her hand around his rapidly stiffening penis. He sighed as she did it. She began to stroke it slowly back and forth strengthening her grip on it.

“It’s getting so hard, baby. He’s getting so hard.” She whimpered.

The man turned around, her following with him, never releasing his gorgeous shaft. He leaned back against the log as she lowered onto her knees in front of him and began to rapidly jack-off his long tool. Her breasts were swaying to the motion of her arm. She kept looking around to see if anyone was watching. The man could care less if anyone was watching and I imagined this was not the first time something like this had happened.

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Before we go on I need to fill in some gaps in my commentary:

Cynthia’s employer picked up the tab for her doctorate in business administration with a focus on forensic accounting. It was with amazement that the CFO and CEO along with Cynthia kept their extracurricular activities private. So much so that George’s son Michael didn’t know about his father’s activity with Cynthia that they classified as a medical procedure for the wellbeing of all parties. It was a weekly event.

Although Cynthia could put Dr. in front of her name after she graduated with a four-point-zero from college. She preferred MRS. as a prefix to her name. Not even Josh, or most people were privy to her accomplishments, and this worked in Cynthia’s favor in most cases.

Both of her parents died suddenly within months of each other. They were both in their sixties. They weren’t sick and it was a shock to Cynthia. She was lucky for her friends at NEMM they helped her through another of life’s realities.

Now to continue:

It was after eleven PM by the time the couple finished with their first sex-cer-size. Cynthia laid on her back naked. Josh knelt between her spread legs and worshipped the mature woman’s body. He marveled at her beautiful breasts with the dark red areola’s as he massaged the globe’s and paid particular attention to her nipples. He was overwhelmed by the feel of her, moist box, the beauty of her engorged vaginal lips, the warm, moist, silky smooth entrance to heaven. (her pussy)

“Oh-oh Josh that feels wonderfullll.” Cynthia moaned.

He was so intrigued by the feel of the mature woman’s body, and the scent of her sex. The Timid young man didn’t want to spoil their night, so after an hour of worship he laid down next to Cynthia. She put her head on his shoulder after she kissed him on the cheek. Cynthia held his pecker in her hand, she felt safe in his arms and fell asleep.

Josh loved the feel of her warm body next to him. It has been a long time that he felt loved. He fell asleep happy.

Cynthia had an aberration that the man in her bed with her was Bryan. He directed her. “Cindy, I want you to move on. I am here to watch over you, but you need to have someone to love.”

“Why did you wait for over ten years to contact me!” She asked upset, and then continued. “I don’t know if I can Bryan.”

“I tried to contact you, but you were so filled with grief I couldn’t get through to you.” The spirit explained and continued. “When Josh found you. Cindy, you became more receptive for me to contact you. Help him, while you keep an eye out for my doppelganger. I will help you with your search. Keep an opened mind. Make sure Josh knows you are going to teach him about women, but he has to find someone his age to love.”

“Okay Bryan thank you. I love you.”

Josh woke up confused! “You’re talking in your sleep Cindy and I heard someone talk to you also.” Josh said, confused as he rolled over onto Cynthia and gave her his version of a French kiss.

“Boy, I guess I have my work cut out for me with Josh.” She smirked as they broke the kiss.

Cynthia rolled on top of Josh, she sat on his midsection his pecker was trapped against her moist lady lips. She slid back and forth on his cock as she explained. “We need to set ground rules my dear young man. I’m going to teach you about women. You will be allowed to ask out any woman that you want. I want to be your mother image, with benefits of course for the time being. I’m not your girlfriend I want you to think of me as your life coach. It will take you time to understand, but you will see that I am right.”

Josh figured that he could win Cynthia over to be his girlfriend, so instead of a fight he agreed. “Okay Cindy, we will do it your way for the time being.” Josh said as his pecker arose from the stimulation, he received nestled between Cindy’s moist lady lips as she conversed with him.

Cynthia arose positioned his hard member between the lips of her pussy and sat down. “Oh-oh Yes!!” She moaned as his pecker slipped into her intimate, moist, warm, sheath.

“My Gaddd that feellllllllsssss gooooddddddddd.” Josh moaned as Cynthia seated his pecker balls deep in her pussy. She didn’t move, Cynthia needed to take in the pleasure of the first cock in her pussy in over ten years. Cynthia had forgotten how good if felt to fill her vagina with man meat.

Cynthia started to move up and down slowly on his rod, she didn’t want Josh to blow his load too soon. “I want him to remember this pleasure, so I will go slowly.” She thought in joy.

“Cindy, I never thought this would feel so good.” Josh stated hoarsely with love in his eyes as she slowly rode his member. She used her Kegel muscles to massage’ his pecker as she fucked him. “You’re so tight.”

When Cindy felt Josh was ready to cum, she squeezed his pecker with her Kegel muscles and that cooled him down for a little while. Finally: “I’m cumming!” She screamed.

“I’m cumming!” Josh announced a few seconds muğla escort later.

Cynthia laid on top of Josh still connected and gave him a French kiss. He could feel her naked body on his. He started to get hard again to the enjoyment of his sex partner. Cynthia flexed her Kegel muscles and this helped Josh’s pecker to stand at attention for round two of the Cindy and Josh sex-a-thon. She wrapped her legs around her lover and rolled so that the couple was in the missionary position. Cynthia wanted Josh to do his exercise. ‘His push-ups.’ The next fifteen minutes was a pleasure for both, they worked together to time their orgasms.

Cynthia screamed her orgasm it felt so good. “YYYYEEEEESSSS! I needed that!”

“OHOHOH, CCCIIINNDDDYYY that’s great.” Josh moaned.

“Time for a shower Josh.” Cindy said after they recovered from their wonderful orgasm, she jumped out of bed and to the shower in the mother-in-law suite. “Good thing my parents had the forethought for a large handicap shower.” She thought with glee.

It was like old times for Cindy and a new adventure for Josh as both showered. They cleaned each other. Cindy and Josh dried each other. Josh put on slacks and a tee. Cindy went to her room and put on a button front shirt that went to her knees. It was Bryan’s. She went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. Josh came in, I will cook for you on one condition. I want you naked. Josh’s timidness has left him in regard to Cindy. He took control of the situation and told her what he wanted.

“Okay, boss.” Cindy said and stripped off the shirt. She sat on a stool with her lady lips exposed for Josh’s viewing pleasure. “I think Josh is losing his timidness.” She thought with a smile.

The couple spent both weekend days in bed as they played hide the salami. When they weren’t in bed Josh donned shirt and slacks, but he wanted Cindy nude. He examined the lovely older woman many times while they waited for Josh’s pecker to recuperate from the intimate push-ups.

They walked in on Monday morning and went to their office. About eleven Josh was called into the CEO’s office. He brought the signed contract with him.

Josh went down the hall and was ushered into the boss’s office by the receptionist. “Hi Josh, have you decided?”

“Yes, I talked to Cynthia, and she explained to me that this will be the best place to work and gain experience.”

“How did she do that Josh.” The CEO smirked.

“You know she knew my mother and she talked to me like I suppose my mother would have and convinced me to stay.”

“Did she let you see her naked?” The pervert came out in the CEO.

“Of course not, Mike. She explained to me that I will find a woman my age to date.” Josh said in mock anger.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you Josh.” Mike said with contrition. “Josh has changed he is more assertive. Cynthia is doing a great job to groom Josh for his place in the corporate world.” The CEO thought.

“She’s the only one that took an interest in my wellbeing since my mother died. She talked to me like a mother would have, over the weekend. Here’s the contract signed Mike.” Josh said and handed it to the CEO.

The CEO saw Cynthia in the corridor on the way to the break room a while later. It looked like she was rode hard and put away wet. In other words, she fucked all weekend long. “Cynthia you look sore today did you go horseback riding over the weekend?” Mike asked with a chuckle.

“No, Just did too much housework over the weekend. Josh helped me re-arrange the mother-in-law suite. Seeing he is staying he wanted to move furniture around and I helped him.” She lied.

She went back to the office, slammed the door. “What did you tell Mike?”

“Nothing Cindy.” He then explained to her what the CEO said and his response.

“Okay, sorry I guess he was just fishing. I am sore but a good sore Josh. Mike must have noticed.” She told Josh her cover story.

The couple was very careful to keep their sexual activity secret for the next few months. That was until Cynthia received a call from Dr. Emerson. “Cindy, I haven’t seen you in quite a while, can you come over to meet with me? I have some questions that I need answered.”

“Sure, Doc when are you available?”

“Tomorrow after five-thirty, if you can make it?”

She looked at her calendar. “Yes, that would work, and I will bring my protégé with me, so you can meet him.”

As promised at five-thirty both Cynthia and Josh were at the college to meet with the good doctor. She went through the empty reception and to the doctors office. “Hi Doc, how have you been?”

“Great and who is that with you my dear.”

She introduced Josh and explained his life story to the doctor. Josh looked at the doctor and was disturbed the way he looked at Cynthia. Josh wondered what their relationship was. The doctor gave Cynthia a list of questions the administration asked. Between Cynthia and Josh, they had all the questions answered in a half hour.

While they worked on the answers the doctor looked up Cynthia’s medical charts. “Cindy you will need to have a physical ordu escort to renew your birth control pills. They sent me a notice for your renewal.”

“While I’m here, do you have time to give me an exam tonight?”

“Sure, Josh could wait here, and we can go to exam room six.”

Cynthia looked at Josh and saw he was pissed, she smiled at young man.

“Doc, you still have the same rules in this area about being naked in the halls?”

“Why yes, but you have this young man with us.”

“Doc, I took him under my wing, so I would like to have him be my chaperone while you examine me.”

“Okay Cynthia, it’s up to you, we can go to exam room six.”

To the doctor’s and Josh’s surprise, Cynthia stripped nude in the office, and the three leisurely walked to the furthest exam room. The nude woman cheerfully greeted anyone she met in the corridor.

The doctor looked at Josh suspiciously. “The young man was surprised that Cynthia stripped nude, but Josh looked like he had prior knowledge of the naked woman’s body.” The doctor thought suspiciously.

The group walked into exam room six and Cynthia mounted the exam table without any direction, she put her feet in the stirrups and said. “Doc, can you explain the well woman exam to Josh as you perform it on me. I would also like you to show Josh how to perform a sexual stimulation test on a woman.”

“Would It be okay with you if I have Josh actually perform the exam on you after I examine you?”

“Yes, doc that would be great if you show my protégée how to perform the exams. He’s very intelligent and likes to learn.”

“I bet he does!” The doctor thought as he performed the internal on Cynthia and then directed her assistant. “Josh, I want you to perform the exam on Cynthia that you just witnessed.”

Josh had a smile of excited delight on his face as he sat on, the stool with wheels, between Cindy’s legs, he put two fingers in her pussy as far as he could and with the doctor’s assistance pushed down on her stomach on the place he was shown. “I can feel something.” He stated elated.

“Then you found Cynthia’s ovaries. Very good Josh.”

The doctor and Josh performed a complete exam on Cynthia to her great delight. She loves to be the center of attention and has missed this. “I will need to find ways to expose my body, that will be accidental. She thought as the two men probed her body.

“Okay, Cynthia I will send the script to the Pharmacy it’s good for a year.” The doctor said as he started for the door.

“Doc, you’re forgetting something.”

“Oh yes, right, the sexual stimulation test. You want me to show him, so you won’t have to come to me for relief.” The doctor ribbed the naked woman.

“No comment!” Cynthia blushed.

The doctor performed the exam almost to her orgasm and stopped. “I want you to take over Josh.” The Doctor said as he got off the stool.

Cynthia moaned her disapproval.

Josh took his place: He took two fingers as instructed and found her clit, Rubbed the little bud as he ‘finger fucked’ her with three fingers from his other hand. She blasted off into orgasm within two minutes of Josh’s ministration of her pussy. “Ah-Ah IIII nneeeeddeedd ttthhhaaattt!” The nude woman screamed. After she caught her breath she said. “Thank you doc and Josh.” As she looked at the young man lovingly.

Cynthia was on her way back to the doctor’s office, with the two men, at a leisurely pace, when another doctor with a naked woman by his side stopped in the corridor to chat. “Doctor Emerson I want you to meet Mrs. Ashley Graham.” She was a woman in her forties, with red hair, a full bush, and breasts with large nipples, she was five foot three tall. Her breast looked large on her body with a slight sag that added to her allure. She had a red hue of embarrassment about her as he introduced her. “She has agreed to become one of our medical models. I am interviewing her today to see if she will be able to adjust to the nudity needed to become a medical model” Doctor Benson an older version of Doctor Emerson and his mentor said.

“Nice to meet you Mrs. Graham, this is Cynthia Owens a ‘sometimes’ model of mine with her assistant Josh.”

Cynthia and Ashley started to converse and decided to get together as Cynthia has been a medical model and Ashley just was in a interview to be a medical model. Cynthia helped Ashley with her support. “Ashley you are helping the doctors become more proficient by being a medical model. They need instruction by women so they know how to treat us.” Cynthia explained.

The group bid good-bye and proceeded on their way. Cynthia dressed; the couple left for home.

“Cindy, you have been a medical model?” Josh asked intrigued.

“Yes, when the doctor needed me. It was a way to stay true to Bryan and quell my sexual need.”

It was a Monday morning eight months later when Mike called Cynthia into his office. “Remember the deal I brokered with the Prince of Dubai, and you put together the portfolio of investments for the two billion dollars they gave me to invest. You spent a lot of time on facetime osmaniye escort to make him happy.”

“Yes, he liked to be called MRJ, he was hard to get along with and a male chauvinist pig.”

“Well as you know Cynthia his investments has almost doubled in a little over three years. He wants to invest more with us and wants you to go there to meet with him.”

“Mike, you’re going to spring for the tickets to go to Dubai?”

“No, Cynthia he is sending his jet here to pick you and Josh up. It will be in two weeks that you leave, so concentrate on his portfolio and have Josh help you.”

Cynthia and Josh were excited to go to Dubai. It was a flurry of activity to get ready to leave. They packed and a limo picked them up to bring them to the Airport. They were treated like royalty and went through a minimal private screening to get on the Seven-Fifty-Seven. It was a luxurious living room they stepped into when they entered the plane cabin. The hostess took their carry-ons, and the Limo driver stowed their bags. Within fifteen minutes they were on the taxiway to get in line for departure. They left at eight AM on Monday and will be in Dubai at five PM.

The plane’s amenities, included a kitchen, seats that converted to beds, big flat screen TV, and a full bath and shower for the fourteen-plus hour flight to Dubai. “Just let me know if there is anything you need during the flight.” The dark-skinned supermodel type Air Hostess named Sarah explained.

Cynthia could see that Josh was smitten by the Air Hostess beauty and attractive outfit. Josh started a conversation with the young lady. Cynthia took pride to see the young man in a conversation with the beautiful Hostess, he did so without embarrassment and carried on an intelligent conversation with the woman. “I helped him lose his shyness.” She thought proudly.

Both the passengers slept for six hours, after they were served breakfast, while they cruised at thirty-eight thousand feet. Cynthia and Josh took advantage of the shower before they landed, it was a dream for both, the first time for Josh to fly overseas and the second for Cynthia. They landed in Dubai relaxed, to meet with Prince MRJ.

When they arrived, a black SUV was there with two men to pick them up. Their luggage was put in the back of the vehicle and they were whisked to a five star hotel for the night. They were met at the hotel lobby by a dusky complected young beauty with black hair, her white dress though modest and well below her knees, added to her allure. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Owens, and Mr. Hyser, I will be at your service, anything you need contact me. My name is Maryam Habib here is my card with my cell phone number.” The card read ‘accountant’.

The entourage didn’t go to the check in deck but were escorted to a two bedroom suite that overlooked the city on the twentieth floor. The luggage was put in the suite by one of the attendants. The last time Cynthia was in this luxurious surroundings was with her husband Bryan the last time she saw him alive. She started to cry!

“What’s the matter Mrs. Owens?” Maryam asked confused as to the woman’s reaction to her surroundings.

“Maryam my husband was KIA and the last time I saw him was in a hotel room like this.” Cindy told the young woman a shortened version of her grief that still overtook her, from time to time, to this day.

“Sorry hear that Mrs. Owens.”

“Call me Cynthia or Cindy, Maryam.”

“You can call me Josh or J. Patrick, Maryam”

“Thank you. Here is your itinerary for the week you will be here. As you can see you will be here for the day and tomorrow, Wednesday you will be transported to the Prince’s residence and will stay there for two days then come back here for a few days. You will be flown back to the USA on Tuesday a week from tomorrow. All your expenses with be paid by MRJ. Use this card for all your purchases, return it to the driver who brings you back to the plane.” Maryam briefed Cindy and Josh.

“Maryam, do you have time to show us around the area tomorrow?” Josh asked the beautiful young woman about his age.

“I’m at your service M.. I mean J. Patrick.” Maryam said with a smile and a bow.

They had a meal at the hotel and Maryam was a pleasure to be with, Josh couldn’t take his eyes off of her. They went back to the room and fell asleep in each other arms too tired from the flight for any sex games.

The next morning the group left the suite to go on an expedition of discovery in Dubai. They toured Old Town and stopped at the marina. They went back to the Hotel exhausted. Cynthia and Josh told Maryam. We will take a siesta before dinner. our sleep cycles are out of sync with the time difference.” They lied.

The young woman bowed and left.

“Isn’t Maryam beautiful, Cindy? She’s almost a beautiful as you.” Josh said as he approached the mature woman and gave her a passionate kiss with a lot of tongue. He undressed the older beauty as they embraced on the way to the master bath. There as a line of female garments on the way to the bath and by the time the pair were by the tub Cindy was gloriously nude. Josh stripped out of his clothes as Cindy put water in the jacuzzi tub built for two. Cindy put in bath beads and Josh entered the tub first, Cindy laid against him. He reached around and rubbed her breasts; she slid in to feel his cock on her buns as he became interested, and his cock head raised for the occasion. They soaked in the luxurious tub for a half hour.

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So a little background to this story. My wife has two sisters who are younger than her. Both are attractive in their own right, but one of them, Jess, has something about her, that makes me really want to fuck her. Also something that should be noted, is that I have a huge fetish for tights, and a small part of that is attributable to feet.

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It was a Friday morning, and I had been at work for about an hour, when I received a text from my wife’s youngest sister, Jess; asking me if I could do her a huge favour, and pick her up on my way home from work. I passed her workplace on my drive home, so I saw no problem in this. Plus, it meant the I could stare at her pantyhose-clad legs, and fantasise about fucking her through them, whilst I drove her home.

A little about Jess—she is a schoolteacher for younger kids, here in England. She is about-five-foot-eight-inches tall, and a little curvy; loves to be done up with nice makeup, her hair styled, and to wear nice clothes. She always wore pantyhose and dresses which came to just below her knees.

I finished work just after 12:00pm, knowing Jess finished at 12:30pm, so I would need to wait for her for about five minutes when I got there. When I arrived at her school, I was extremely horny. I had been imagining all the stuff I would want to do to her, and had been rubbing my cock as I was driving, so I was still hard when I parked. I started to worry a little as my hard-on wasn’t going down, and I had skinny jeans on—Jess was going to notice it.

Jess arrived at the car right at 12:30pm, and what a gorgeous sight she was. Her makeup was perfectly done, her hair had recently been styled at the hairdresser, and was wavy with blonde streaks through her brown hair. She was wearing a tight-fitting dress, which showed off her nice, perky tits and came to just below her knees; then underneath that, she had a patterned pair of dark pantyhose on. My cock was now harder at this magnificent sight, and she was definitely going to notice it.

The drive from her school to her house took about twenty-five minutes. We spoke about the usual stuff, whilst all I could think of was how sexy she looked. Those legs were incredible. I could feel some pre-cum leaking from my dick. She must have known how hard I was. My cock hard was about seven inches and my jeans were tight. I could see the outline of my head, so I knew she must have seen it.

We arrived at her house, and she invited me in for a coffee, which I happily accepted. bursa escort My wife comes from a family, that when we are in the house, we just help ourselves. So when we got in, Jess headed to the toilet and I started to make coffee. She came back down, and helped. As she was pouring the milk in, I had to reach over her to get some sugar—the problem was that the cupboard was directly over her shoulder.

I was waiting for her to finish, but she told me to just lean over her. As I leaned over her, I pressed into her back. My cock, still in its semi-erect state, pressed into her ass and I was rock hard again. Jess let out a little moan. I didn’t know what to do, but I was in no rush to move. That’s when I felt Jess start to move her ass up and down, dry humping my cock. I moved my hand onto her thigh, feeling her legs in those magnificent pantyhose. My cock had never felt so hard, and Jess had moved so that it was nestled between her ass cheeks.

That’s when she said to me, “So that’s what I could see in your trousers.”

At that point, I couldn’t resist anymore and started to kiss her neck. She spun around, and our mouths met, our tongues touching. My hand was now up her dress, resting on her ass. The feeling was incredible, her ass in these nylons was a dream. She started to pull my top over my head. My excitement was intense as this was about to happen, I was about to fuck my gorgeous sister-in-law.

As my top came over my head, her mouth was working its way down my body, taking my nipples in her mouth. Jess had worked her way onto her knees, and started to unbuckle my belt. I helped her out, as I wanted my cock in her face ASAP. As she got my jeans off, she could see a wet spot of pre-cum on my boxer shorts, and her eyes glued to the outline of the prize. She took her tongue, licked up my shaft, and took the head of my cock in her mouth through my underwear. I could feel her saliva through them and wanted to release my dick.

Jess then slowly peeled off my boxers, with my cock springing out, and at full attention. Using both hands, Jess started to massage my hard penis, before taking my balls in one hand, and guiding her mouth onto the tip of my dick. Her mouth felt like heaven around my cock. The wetness was just perfect, and slowly, she started moving up and down the length of my shaft, taking in slightly more with each gobble. It wasn’t long before she was deep throttling me. I didn’t know how much longer I was going çanakkale escort to last, but one thing I did know, was that this beautiful woman was going to take every last drop of my cum in her mouth.

Jess was licking up my shaft, then deepthroated me when she went onto sucking my balls whilst wanking me. I was on the verge of exploding, when I felt her tongue meet my asshole. Her wet tongue touching my hole was it; I told her I was going to explode. So she took my dick in her mouth, and as soon as I felt her hot breath touch my cock, that was it—I exploded shot after shot in her mouth.

It was finally my turn. I was going to finally get to see my sister-in-law’s body. I had been thinking about this day, since she turned eighteen. I stood Jess up, and passionately kissed her, tasting my own juices off her lips and tongue. Nibbling on her ear, I found a spot that aroused her; she moaned in pleasure. I started pulling off her dress, exposing her curvy sexy stomach. The dress was finally off and I took my lips to her breasts—they had to be free. I quickly unclasped her bra, freeing those magnificent, perky breasts, with the most gorgeous nipples, which I started sucking as soon as they were uncovered. They tasted fantastic; they had a nice, tangy taste, having been under her bra all morning.

Whilst sucking her nipples, I started rubbing her crotch through her pantyhose. This feeling had my cock standing at attention right away. I asked her to sit up on the worktop, which she did, asking if I liked the view. Jess sitting on the worktop, legs spread open, wearing her gorgeous, dark pantyhose, with a black-lace thong beneath them was pleasure enough, but I wanted between those legs. I started kissing and sucking her phenomenal feet, before kissing up each leg, until I got to her crotch. I could smell her wet pussy through everything, as I got to the crotch. I couldn’t wait to taste her.

My teasing was getting to be too much for Jess. She put her hand down her pantyhose, and told me I had better start eating her, the next time I got up there. Before I reached her crotch the next time, I kissed up her nylon-clad leg, and then I moved my tongue onto her soaking-wet clit. The feel of nylon on my tongue, mixed with this perfect taste of Jess’s pussy, was sheer delight. I started to massage her clit with my tongue, taking it all in. She was close already, as I could tell from her delightful moans. She pulled my head rize escort in tighter, covering my whole face with her pantyhose. I changed from licking her clit, to fucking her hole with my tongue, to massaging her small-but-incredible clit. It was all too much for Jess—she let out the most pleasurable scream and gushed all over my face through her pantyhose. Wow, this was so fucking hot, that I could feel the reaction making my cock so hard.

I took Jess’s feet, placed them around my hard dick, and slowly started to fuck her feet. Feeling her pantyhose against my cock, let me know that if I continued like this, it would be over soon—and I was desperate to feel her hole wrapped around my cock.

I directed Jess off the worktop, and turned her around. I started kissing her neck again, whilst playing with her nipples; she threw her head back, letting me know she was enjoying it. Working my hands down her perfect body, feeling her magnificent curves, I reached the top of her pantyhose. Taking hold of them, along with her thong, I pulled them down to her knees and bent Jess over.

Guiding my cock to her puffy pussy lips, this was the first time I noticed her perfectly round, fat ass. I slowly pushed my dick, inch by inch, into her hole. The feeling of her lips tightly pressed around my cock was like a match made in heaven. I slowly started pushing in and out of her, enjoying her pleasurable moans. I could tell I had found her G-spot. I started to pick up my speed, feeling that we were both close. Looking at her ass as I fucked her, made me want to feel it around my dick, but I knew we were too far gone for that this day, so I rubbed her pussy to get her juices on my fingers and moved my then-wet finger to her asshole.

Massaging her dark passage with my finger, whilst my cock was deep inside her, made Jess start to buck. Her orgasm was getting louder, and the sounds of her pleasure were taking me to the edge. She screamed out my name, as she came over my cock, making me explode a stream of my cum deep inside her overly wet cunt. I stood with my cock inside her, whilst she drained me. With that, Jess let me fall out of her, turning around and kissing me passionately.

We then got dressed, and finally made that coffee. As Jess and I drank our coffees, we spoke about what had just happened. She had known of my nylon fetish through conversations with my wife. I declared how much I had fantasised about this day, and how stunning she was. Jess blushed, and told me that she hoped that we could do this again, as she hadn’t cum like that in a long time.

I was excited to feel her on me again, and knowing she had never been fucked whilst on top, made me happy that I was going to give her plenty of firsts. I stood up and kissed her again, before asking to not leave it too long, as I had had an amazing time with her.

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***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***

I felt a stirring against the front of my body as I slowly regained consciousness. My eyes opened slowly to find I was still on the couch in my office, laid out on my side across its length. An arm and a leg were draped over a still-sleeping Senna, who was playing the little spoon. Her back pressed against my chest and my cock rested nestled between her asscheeks. It was almost pitch black as we cuddled under the light blanket, only the city lights streaming through my window providing any illumination.

Senna’s heavy breathing indicated she was still in a deep sleep. Her thick, curly hair tickled my face and my hand lay gently on her flat stomach. It was cool in the room but we were sweating under the blanket from our combined body heat.

As I took all of this in my cock stiffened in the crevasse of her ass. My hips moved involuntarily, ever so slightly, our sweat allowing my cock to slide easily along her asscrack.

Senna’s breathing became lighter and she yawned. She was waking up too. Would she tell me to quit? Would she leave?

No. As the realization of where she was and what was happening dawned on her, she backed her ass into me, inviting me to continue. My hand drifted up from her tummy to her chest and I lightly teased her nipple with my fingertip. She cooed approvingly.

I slid my hand between us to reposition my cock, wanting to bury it between her thick thighs. She understood and lifted her leg, then brought it back down to squeeze my cock against the soft flesh of her inner legs. The top of my shaft rested against her pussy lips and the dried cum that caked it.

I returned my hand to her tit and resumed my grinding. Her pussy began to moisten as the top of my shaft rubbed against it, mixing with our sweat to provide a nice lube. Senna toyed with her clit as I fucked her thighs.

“This is hot…” she mumbled in a sleepy daze.

“I’m gonna cum between your thighs,” I replied.

“Yes…please,” she approved.

The pace of my thrusting sped. I took her earlobe between my lips as I kneaded the flesh of her tit. She pressed harder against her clit as she massaged herself to orgasm.

She climaxed quickly and her pussy juices ran down her legs to coat my cock, making it even slicker against her skin. I bucked hard against her as I pulled her hips into me.

I groaned as I came. Some oozed between her thighs. Some sprayed across the floor as my cock peeked from between her legs.

I left my cock nestled between her messy thighs as we both drifted back to sleep.

***

The next day was a Saturday. Senna and I woke early and, cleaning up as best we could, went our separate ways. I ordered a cleaning service for the mess on my rug.

Sitting at the small table in my kitchen, I sipped a cup of coffee as I drafted my email to Suzanne at her Living Lust address. I detailed the events of the previous day and early morning, bilecik escort leaving out only Senna’s identity. I hit send and went on with my day.

After a workout, some grocery shopping, and a few other errands I sat at the same table to eat lunch. My phone dinged, indicating I had an email. It was from Suzanne.

There was nothing in it except a link that said “Activate Account.” I clicked it and it opened my browser to the Living Lust page. My username was already set to my first and last name but I was prompted to make a password. I did and I was granted access to the site.

A profile page popped up. It was my own. My name and the picture I used on some other social media sites headlined the top. Underneath this, my information was displayed in a list format. Among the data points were:

Category: Stud

Status: Probationary

Level: 0

Specialties: Unknown

It seemed odd that a profile had already been filled out for me. I could only guess what it meant. But the last couple of items made my jaw drop in disbelief.

Background Check: Cleared

Medical History: Cleared

Had they been able to get my medical records in a few hours? How? Wasn’t this a felony-level invasion of privacy? And what about the background check? Why?

As if on cue a box popped up on my screen: “Suzanne wants to video chat.” I clicked allow. Another window opened with Suzanne on the other end of the camera.

Today she wore a black blouse with a deep “v” to draw attention to her ample cleavage. I could see she was sitting in an office, decorated with modernist taste. It looked expensive.

“So, you had a good night?” Suzanne chimed.

“Suzanne, what’s going on?” I said, confused and a little annoyed despite enjoying the view. “How do you have my medical records?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” she reassured me. “It’s just us doing our due diligence. That information stops with us and we take privacy very seriously, despite what it might look like. You’re clean, by the way.”

“But why the hell do you need it?” I shot back. I wasn’t one to call the police over anything that wasn’t an emergency but this seemed to meet those criteria.

“If you’ll calm down for a sec,” she said, also annoyed, “I’ll explain what’s going on.”

I was about to respond when I caught myself. I forced myself to relax. The more I knew about what Suzanne and her group were doing with my sensitive information, the better.

“All right…” I reluctantly agreed, settling back in my chair.

“Ok,” Suzanne started. “Simply put…well, do you remember what I told you about lust? How it’s a good thing if it’s used correctly?”

I nodded.

“It takes a specific kind of person to live that way,” she continued, “At least in terms of making it a lifestyle. Because of that, we need to be very selective about the people, especially men, we let into our network.”

“Is that what ‘Living manisa escort Lust’ is?” I asked.

“Yes, but the name’s not important. It’s the people in it and what we do.” She raised an eyebrow. “You following so far?”

“So far,” I said. It wasn’t that hard to understand now. This was a sex ring.

“Good, because that’s about all I can tell you at this point.”

I didn’t feel like she had told me anything.

“But,” she continued, “If you’ve gone as far as you want to go just say the word and I’ll delete all of your information, including your personal records. You’ll never hear from me again.”

That was probably the right call. Better safe than sorry.

But how often does a guy get invited to try out for a sex…community, network, cult, whatever?

What she said next made my decision a bit easier. “And if you decide to continue, just know that you can leave at any time and, of course, we’ll wipe all your information from our database.”

So, my choices were to leave now and perhaps never get this opportunity again or test the waters and still have that option.

“Alright, Suzanne,” I said, my voice betraying that I wasn’t completely convinced this was legitimate. “I’ll stay in it for a bit to feel it out. But I have no problem with walking away if anything feels…nefarious.”

“I understand,” she nodded.

“So, what happens next?” I asked.

“We’ll set you up with some of our approved evaluators so they can make sure you’re a good fit for our network. Just wait for them to contact you through the website.”

“Ok.”

“As for right now,” she said as her voice became a little softer. “I’ll be your first evaluator…First I want you to back up a little so I can see your lap.”

I scooted my chair back until she could see from the top of my head to my knees.

“Now take out your cock.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “Here? Now?”

“Mark, if you’re going to be so reluctant all the time maybe you’re not cut out for this…”

“No,” I stopped her. “I’m sorry. This ‘give in to lust’ thing takes some getting used to.”

Suzanne giggled, “Yes, it does. But it’s so worth it.”

I stood and pulled my shorts and boxers to my ankles. I sat down again, my flaccid penis drooping pathetically.

“Since this is your first time doing something like this, I gather,” Suzanne said, “How about some help?”

I liked the sound of that. “What do you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you call me Mommy?”

That was one I’d seen in porn but I’d never tried myself. “Mommy?” I wasn’t sure I liked it. “Ehhh…”

“No?” she said. “What about…Babygirl? Why don’t you let your Babygirl watch you touch yourself…Daddy?”

That did it. I felt my cock begin to stir. I began to stroke it with my fingertips as it rose in my lap. Suzanne smirked, knowing she had just unlocked one of my kinks.

“Yes. Why don’t you touch yourself while your mersin escort needy little Babygirl squeezes her titties together for you?” Suzanne leaned over and, with her hands on the outsides of her tits, smushed them together under her shirt.

“Oh…you like it when your princess plays with her titties?” she cooed as she shook her breasts for the camera.

“I do,” I replied. “Daddy likes it when you play with your big, fat titties like a good girl.”

“What do you imagine doing to my milky tits, Daddy?” she asked.

“I imagine laying my princess on the bed and taking her shirt off, then having her smush her boobs together like a good girl so I can fuck them with my hard cock.” At this point, I was fully erect and well into my fantasy.

“Mmm…you’re such a loving Daddy,” she approved. “I would love that. Maybe I’ll stick out her tongue so I can lick the tip of my Daddy’s big, strong cock.” She stuck out her tongue and slowly ran it around her deep red lips.

“You’re doing such a good job, Princess. You’re gonna make me cum for you,” I said as I edged closer to orgasm.

“Oh, Daddy…it would make me sooo happy if you’d cum for me,” she squealed. “It would make me feel soooo pretty.”

I leaned forward to grab a napkin off the table and sat back. I focused on her wet lips, imagining them kissing the tip of my cock as the head peeked out from between her tits.

“That’s right,” Suzanne encouraged. “Cum for me, Daddy. Cum for your Babygirl…”

My testicles tightened and cum sprayed into the napkin, much of it dripping down my cock and balls onto the chair.

“Good job,” Suzanne said as my cock still spasmed. “I’m even a little wet. We’ll be in touch.”

With that, the window closed. She was gone. It was just me and my exhausted cock in my hand.

***

I looked at the clock. Almost midnight. And I was nowhere near tired enough to fall asleep.

My sex drive hadn’t been this extreme in a long time. I had already jerked off two more times that evening, but that “conversation” with Suzanne had shaken something loose in me. It was like my entire nervous system had been reprogrammed for one purpose: to find a woman and to please her.

I picked up my phone and texted Michelle: “You awake?”

“Yeah,” came the response. “Just reading. What’s up?”

I was about to text back but, changing my mind, hit the dial button instead.

“Hey,” came Michelle’s voice on the other end. “Can’t sleep?”

“No,” I admitted. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Like what?” she asked.

“Like…you.” There was silence on the other end. I imagined she was bracing herself for a confession of love that would derail our platonic arrangement. I needed to assure her that’s not what this was at all.

I continued in a slightly deeper, slower voice. “I’ve been thinking about how good you tasted yesterday. How your juices tickled my chin as you leaked into my mouth. How your excited clit protruded, begging my tongue for affection.” I paused. “Shall I continue?”

A moment of silence elapsed, then a whispered “yes” from Michelle. In the background I heard the buzzing of a vibrator click on. My hand found my erect cock and slowly began to stroke.

“Let me start by describing how your pussy lips taste when my tongue slides through them…”

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