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“Do you trust me?” Sandra murmured in my ear over the thumping music in the disco.

It was the third night of a seven day vacation, and it was our second trip to the clothing optional, all-inclusive Caribbean resort with a large group. The resort was unique in that it allowed, and even somewhat encouraged, open sexual activity between the guests. While many in the group were “lifestylers” (aka swingers) we were not. We enjoyed the group because we found the sexually charged atmosphere and the open minded and friendly people a lot of fun. We had a terrific time on our first trip; met a lot of friendly people, formed some new (non-swinger) friendships, and pushed our sexual boundaries. We spent most of the time there completely naked, participated in a few of the less wild activities, dressed up in sexy theme wear most nights, and even discretely had sex in public several times.

During our first trip we immersed ourselves in the erotic environment and saw plenty of public sex, but we both commented that the experience had been a bit tamer than we’d expected. For example, the roof-top Jacuzzi lounge, which opened at 3:00pm, was a place for open sexual activity, but we’d rarely saw such, except very late at night. Most happy hour afternoons at the hot tub were filled more with drinking and socializing than with public sex. Not that there was anything wrong with that, it was just a bit less wild than we thought it would be. We were prepared for more, and I think deep inside we were both a tad bit disappointed that we didn’t see it. Nevertheless we had a great time and had scheduled our second trip to the resort with the same group even before we’d left last year.

The months leading up to last year’s trip had been extremely busy. This year our schedules were less full.. Without saying so out loud, at least at first, we were both prepared to ramp up our experience. With more free time on our hands we used it to the fullest to get ready. We spent more time at the gym, watched our diets very carefully, and liberally used the tanning beds before our departure. Our attention to physical appearances extended beyond losing a few pounds and making sure that the tropical sun didn’t burn us in uncomfortable places. Sandra normally “groomed” me on a regular basis, keeping my abundant body hair trimmed down to short, enjoyable length. She also waxed the pubic hair off my cock and balls, making sure that I have no “dental floss” to interfere with her oral ministrations. For several months before our trip, she groomed and waxed me even more frequently, making sure that I was completely hairless everywhere she wanted me to be. I loved the attention of every primping session and the end result of smooth, bare skin all over my cock, balls and even around my anus. With her extra attention, I didn’t have a single strand of stray pubic hair, and she had trimmed the patch above my cock extra short to further increase any and every sensation that she might shower on me. Sandra often commented on her handiwork, “I like the way it makes your cock really stand out.”

Immediately before we left, she spent even more time than usual using the electric trimmer, neatening up every square inch of my body, chest, back, stomach, even my butt, arms and legs. It felt great and I loved the whole idea of looking as close to perfect for her as I could.

The extra pre-trip efforts didn’t stop there either. Our sex life went into high gear. We tried all kinds of new positions, made love multiple times per week (“Got to get into sex shape too,” we joked) and pushed a few boundaries at home. We took advantage of an empty house without the kids around as often as we could, and found all kinds of new uses for the kitchen table, the back porch, our hot tub, and the stairs as we made a point of having sex everywhere and every which way in the house that we could think of.

Far from exhausting us, each time we did something new, we got more energized and more determined to try another new thing, or push even farther. We delved deeper into Sandra’s exhibitionist streak, and she went out to dinner several times without panties so I could take advantage of her secret nakedness to bring her to orgasm under cover of a restaurant table cloth. One clothes shopping trip even included a strip tease by her for me in the dressing room, which was followed by a passionate release for both of us in the car before we left the parking lot. We spent several evenings teaching each other what specific touches and techniques were the most stimulating and we finally figured out how to use the electrostim toy that we have. We even enjoyed watching each other masturbate. By the time we left for our vacation, we had deepened our physical and emotional connection to each other, and we fired up for an extra sexy trip.

When we got to the resort, we jumped right into the naked and sexy fun. Many of the friends we made from our last trip were there again, and there were also plenty of new folks that we got to know bodrum bayan eskort quickly. Maybe it was just us, and all the fun we had getting ready for the trip, but the atmosphere felt significantly more charged than the previous year. It was just as friendly and laughter- filled as before, but the open sexuality was much greater than before.

On our very first afternoon at the hot tub there were multiple couples using the loungers for some pretty wild daylight sex. Excited by the edgy and erotic atmosphere and our pre-trip preparations, we jumped in to the amped sexuality with both feet. The first night we had noisy, wild sex on a bed out under the stars in a corner of Jacuzzi lounge while other couples did the same, and a large crowd partied in the nearby over-sized hot tub. On other occasions I enjoyed feeling Sandra’s hands around my cock, stroking me while we floated in the hot tub talking with our friends. She even covertly ducked her head a few times engulfing my cock for a mini blow-job mid conversation. I, in turn, returned her attention by secretly stroking her pussy as often as I could without interrupting whatever we were doing at the time, which was usually talking and laughing with other couples. Unlike the prior year, we somewhat more publically displayed our physical affection for each other, but kept our activities a bit hidden from view.

The new couples that we met and hung around with were also more openly sexual than those we met last year. Many of them were swingers to one degree or another. As candid as Sandra is about discussing our sexuality, the conversations often became quite explicit as she and whomever we were with talked about various blow-job techniques, favorite positions, the pluses and minuses of various toys, or what everyone liked best about his or her partner. In a place like that resort, such conversations were commonplace, and it was refreshing and stimulating to be so open and honest with relative strangers. All-in-all, the extra charged atmosphere this trip matched our own charge and we knew from the start that it was going to be a wilder week than we’d ever had. Little did I know how much.

****

“Do you trust me?” Sandra murmured in my ear again.

The costume theme of the evening was white night. She was dressed in an extremely short skirt (I’m not even sure if it could be called a skirt outside of the resort since it didn’t cover her butt) and a sheer see-through white top. Her luscious, tanned 34 DD’s were easy to see through the nearly translucent fabric and brushed up against me as she leaned into me, seductively whispering in my ear over the music in the disco.

I had on white scrub pants and a sort-of matching button down short sleeved shirt fully open to the waist. What I didn’t have on at Sandra’s insistence, was any underwear. I felt her hand on my thigh through the thin cotton. Each time she stroked my thigh, going higher and higher toward my crotch, my cock jumped. The result wasn’t a “bulge” in my pants. It was more like my hard cock was tightly outlined and obvious through the thin material. Sandra loved teasing me like that, and here at the resort because I knew how much she liked seeing me on display, I didn’t mind having an obvious hardon. As she breathed in my ear and kept stroking me, my head swirled in pleasure in time with the throb of my growing cock. The loose pants very quickly began to feel tight.

“Do I trust you?” Sandra’s question echoed through my mind. “Yes, yes. A thousand times, a million times yes,.” I thought in silent response.

I flashed back to everything we’ve done together and the incredible bond that we have. It is founded on an absolute trust in each other. I will do anything she asks; absolutely anything, but her question was a combination of temptation, promise and threat.

“What are you up to?” I wondered.

“Of course,” I smiled back and kissed her deeply, my hand caressing her nipple through the sheer fabric of her blouse.

“Good,” was her simple, answer. “Good,” she said again this time her voice was filled with sensual promise. “Let’s make a pit stop, and I’ll meet you at the door.”

We headed for the co-ed bathroom and split up to enter our separate stalls. When I came out Sandra wasn’t in sight, so I made my way to the front door of the disco to wait for her. In a minute I saw her approach with two oversized resort towels tucked under her arm. She took my hand and led us outside into the marginally cooler night air.

“We are we going?” I asked.

“Down to the beach,” Sandra answered.

“I thought it was a no-no to use the beach beds at night,” I said.

The beach was open to the general public and the resort rules disallowed any sexual activity there.

“As long as we’re not too noisy or attract attention, I learned that we won’t be bothered. Besides it’s dark and nobody will even know we’re there,” she said.

“Dark? It’s a full moon out tonight” yalıkavak escort I countered.

“We’ll be behind the curtains in the shadows. It’ll be fine. It’ll be fun,” she said squeezing my arm. “We’re going to meet Sheri and Diane and a few others at the beach beds,” she added.

In a moment we were almost at the sand.

“Really?” I said raising an eyebrow beginning to feel a bit unsure about this. It sounded an awful lot like we were headed for a swinger’s orgy, which was definitely out of my comfort zone.

Sandra read my mind, as she so often does and allayed my worries, “No, I don’t want to play with anybody else. You’re all for me, and I’m just for you,” she cooed. I could tell there was something she wasn’t saying as she kicked off her sandals and jumped into the sand.

“But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to show you off,” Sandra said with a twinkle in her eye. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek then ran across the sand for the beach beds leaving me speechless.

“Show me off? I wonder exactly what that means,” I thought as I walked across the sand toward the thatch-roofed beds. My heart was pounding, both from excitement and more than a little bit of anxiety. The beds she had disappeared into were on the front row, closest to the water. They were solid wooden structures consisting of a platform raised about 3-4 feet off the sand and large enough to hold about ten or twelve queen-sized mattresses side-by-side. The back “wall” of the structure was gauzy white linen and it was roofed by a combination of cloth and thatching. Each mattress could be separated from its neighbor by cloth curtains, but most of the time, they were pulled back to allow the breeze to blow freely across the whole area, and to facilitate socialization. At that time of night, despite the moon illuminating the beach, the inside of the beds was in deep shadow. I couldn’t see in as I climbed up the step leading to where Sandra had disappeared.

I was greeted by soft chorus of “Hey there’s” directed at me, and the clink of ice cubes rattling in glasses. Instantly I could tell that there were more people there than Sandra had described, and that they could easily see me. It almost felt as if they had been waiting for me. My heart rate jumped. I could also hear low moans and rhythmic creaking coming from all along the lengthy structure. Obviously there were multiple couples in there deep into carnal activities. Standing on the step at the edge of the structure, just outside of the bed where I was sure Sandra was, I was lit up compared to the murky interior. I felt like I was in a spot light for everyone inside to see. Just what she was hoping for I was sure, and not the end of whatever Sandra had planned.

As I began to step forward into the bed, her hand shot out from the darkness onto my hip, palm against me, stopping me. With her other hand, Sandra reached up, caressing my still hard cock through my scrub pants.

“Mmmm. I just love your hard cock,” I heard her say, loud enough that I was sure anyone nearby could hear. She continued to rub me. holding me in place with her other hand, leaving me spot lit in the moonlight.

“But these simply will not do,” she said next. And with a quick tug on the drawstring, Sandra loosened my pants and slid them down to my ankles. My cock bobbed free, standing out like a flag pole in front of me for everyone to see. I heard people moving in the gloom of the beds. Were they all staring at me, or was this a show just for the two of us? There was no way to tell.

“I really love your hard cock,” I heard from her again, perhaps even a little bit louder this time. Sandra was rubbing my cock with both hands, running them up and down its full length, caressing my balls. I shivered with pleasure at her touch.

“I love the way it feels in my hands, and I love the way it feels in my mouth,” I heard right before she slid her warm, wet lips over my rigid member.

The sensation was incredible. If I hadn’t been holding on the wood frame of the beach bed, I would have lost my balance and fallen backwards into the sand. I moaned my pleasure, and I felt Sandra smile, her mouth still filled with my cock. She bobbed her head up and down on me a few more times, coating me with her warm saliva before saying, “Now get in here.” She tugged me by my cock into the darkness and onto the bed.

I fell forward into the welcoming gloom and onto the mattress, which Sandra had covered with the beach towels from the disco. In a flash, she flipped me over me onto my back and tugged my pants off over my ankles. I could tell that she had taken off her sheer top. Her beautiful breasts swayed free, silhouetted in the dark against the moon-lit beach. I could feel the lust radiating off her like animal heat, and sense the presence of multiple other people very close by, but I was so taken in by Sandra’s sultriness that I didn’t pay any attention to whether they were watching mumcular escort us or not. She straddled over me like she was claiming a prize.

“I’m going to tend to you and your cock and drive you crazy. Then you’re going to lick me until I cum all over your face,” Sandra announced, just a tad louder than necessary. She knows that I love it when she’s aggressive during sex, and I could feel she was really going to turn it on tonight. It was so erotic; her lust and the audience that I knew was nearby.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard,” I snarled back to her. I felt her smile at me in the darkness as her hands roamed down over my body reaching for my straining cock.

While her hands stroked and fondled me, her lips and teeth found my nipples, licking and biting me in the ways she knew I loved. I moaned letting her know how much I liked it. I’ve never been one to stay still during our passion, and tonight was no exception. I didn’t hold back at all. I didn’t care if anyone could see us or not. If they were watching, I wanted them to see how much pleasure she can give me. I arched my back, thrusting my chest against her mouth.

“Oh god,” I moaned.

Sandra’s lips trailed down my stomach while she licked and nipped at my skin. I flung my hands up over my head and spread my legs wide inviting, no begging, for her to take all of me in any way that she wanted.

“You are so hard,” I heard her emote, her mouth was inches from the tip of my cock while she stroked my balls.

“I love being hard for you,” I called back to her. I could feel pre cum beginning to drip out of me. She wrapped her hand around my cock, making me buck, and then began stroking me, using the pre-cum as a lubricant. Sandra’s always given me the most incredible hand jobs that bring me to climax quickly. I had to stop her before she made me cum with that first touch.

“Not yet. Not yet,” she murmured. “I have plans for you.” She let go of my throbbing cock, but kept stroking my balls.

I next felt her tongue beginning to explore my bare scrotum. Little teasing licks at first that felt incredible on my hairless skin. Before long, the gentle licks gave way to broad, strong strokes from her tongue that ended with her sucking each of my balls into her mouth, massaging them and coating them with her slippery saliva. I knew that she wasn’t going to leave my cock untended to for long; just enough to bring me back from the edge of an orgasm, and I was right. As I drifted down from my peak, I could feel her tongue sliding back up the length of my throbbing shaft. I had a death grip on the mattress with both hands and arched my back thrusting myself up to meet the stroke of her tongue. I was totally under her control, unable to stop myself from writhing in pleasure. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that this was exactly what Sandra wanted; to play me like a fine instrument and demonstrate to everyone watching what a virtuoso she was. I was her show and I was more than happy to play my part.

When Sandra slid my cock once more into her waiting mouth, it was all I could do not to cum right then. I gasped and held my breath as I felt the roof of her mouth slide over my cockhead as her tongue swirled around my shaft. She had one hand was wrapped around the base of my cock and the other cradled my balls as she bobbed her head and jacked me at the same time. Each downward movement of her head drew me deeper and deeper into her mouth. It felt as if she was swallowing me whole. With all my might, I willed myself with all my might not to cum, wanting to make the sensations last forever I spread my legs wider to give her as much access to me as possible; signaling her with my body for her to have her way with me.

“Mmmm,” she growled hungrily. I could tell she was enjoying herself. I felt the faint vibration of her moan radiate up into me through my cock.

My heart pounded harder. With a last ounce of restraint I brushed the top of her head with my hand, urging her to stop before I came. She took our well rehearsed cue, and with a loud slurp she once more let my cock fall out of her mouth back against my belly with a loud slap, while a stream of saliva ran out of her mouth, and over my balls where she was still rubbing me.

“So smooth,” she said pretending to talk to herself while continuing to rub me. I was panting loudly trying to recover from the orgasmic edge she had led me to. “So smooth everywhere,” she said again this time pushing her finger down between my cheeks stroking my anus. “I’m definitely going to take advantage of the smoothness here later,” she said wickedly.

I knew exactly what Sandra meant and my heart skipped a beat in renewed excitement knowing what she had in store for me. But I knew the act she was teasing me with was for us alone and not for this public display.

As my ragged breathing slowed and the blood pounding in my ear quieted a bit, she raked her fingernails up over my chest and announced emphatically, “My turn!”

I grabbed a handful of Sandra’s flowing blonde hair and tugged her firmly up the bed and over onto her back.

“No, no. It’s my turn,” I said grinning. “It’s my turn to feel your pussy in my mouth and taste your wonderful juices. I want to feel you dripping off my chin when you cum.”

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Friday a nervous Martha got up late, she didn’t sleep very well. She will be exposed to the group of men for the first employee appreciation night. Martha hopes they will like her and they will see the table in use for the first time. They will do the trim of her pubic area in front of the assembled group. It was decided Mark will do the honors with Hal assisting while all others watched.

Martha took extra care with her appearance today doing her nails, hair and makeup. She dressed in a matching bra and pantie set, zipper front dress and three inch heels. They left early to pick up Mark. Martha didn’t strip on the way, she wanted to remain fresh for her exposure today.

They arrived before the night shift arrived. Five men who were chosen for their excellent work habits, besides Mark, Hal, Walter, Fred, Tom, Jack, the CEO, and CFO would be at the demonstration tonight.

Unlike the CMNF displays to follow, the first demonstration will start as soon as the night shift starts. The group walked to the time clock and punched in. Mark went to the Media room to set up for Martha’s trim. Hal and Martha went to the conference room to meet with Walter, the CEO and CFO. They all greeted each other and sat.

CEO stood and said, “Thank you Martha for agreeing to the experiment we are about to embark on and to your husband for allowing you to do this.”

Walter said, “We will go to the media room now to begin the demonstration.”

Martha had to be helped up by Hal, as she was very nervous being the first time there will be so many people present. Going into the media room there were in total 12 men who will view Martha. She looked around and everyone smiled at her. She hoped they will like the demonstration tonight. This is new ground they are embarking on something that has never been tried before.

A spokesman for first group of five employees stood up he said, “We want to thank Martha for agreeing to be a model for this. Hal for letting his wife do this, and the organization for this experiment to see if this will boost lara escort production of this site.”

Hal stood up saying, “I will demonstrate the table before Martha gets on it.” Using the control box to show the group what the table is capable of for a few minutes.

Walter stood up and said, “Martha please get ready, as we will be trimming you before the demonstration begins.”

Hal helped Martha up. She removed her dress and handed it to Mark. He folded it and put it on the table. Hal unhooked her bra, she removed it and gave it to Mark to fold. He placed the bra with the dress. Mark and Hal held her as she removed her panties, while she stepped out of them one foot at a time. She bent down to retrieve her discarded panties; she gave all in back of her their first view of her womanhood and brown star.

Mark and Hal walked her to the table. Hal brought the table to the upright position. Martha turned and rested her back on the padded table after she stepped on the foot rests. The table was mechanically laid flat. Mark secured the ankle straps, while Fred secured the waist strap. Her husband worked the controls to spread his wife’s legs, so her pubic area trim and shave could begin.

Hal used a trimmer to trim his wife’s pubic bush careful not to nick the sensitive area. Mark was between Martha’s legs shaving the hair around her pussy. He took one lip between his figures and stretched it after he put shaving cream on the area. Two of his fingers are in the woman’s pussy as he is shaving her. It took him a half hour to finish his tonsorial efforts on the older woman’s pussy.

Martha was so hot with Mark’s ministration she needed to cum; the poor woman moaned as the young man rubbed her pussy and scrapped away the hair. He used a warm cloth and some lotion to make sure she didn’t get shaver rash.

Walter said, “We will start the demonstration now with the CEO and CFO being the first to manually manipulate Martha’s flower of life.”

The CEO and CFO started by rubbing Martha’s serik escort breasts one young man on each side of her with a breast in hand. The young men couldn’t get over how nice the older woman’s breast felt. Her breasts are very sensitive and she began to moan within a few minutes of their manipulation. They went to her pussy they started to rub around the entrance to her honey pot and then they each used a finger to enter her at the same time. They hooked their fingers to rub her G spot this sent her off as the CFO inserted his finger in her brown star as she was Cumming this caused a second orgasm.

“I need to rest!” moaned Martha after coming down for her orgasm.

She laid there spread resting as all there were standing looking at the exposed woman. Martha didn’t ask to be released, so Hal left her secured to the table. She loved the feel of two men at a time giving her pleasure.

Five minutes later Martha said, “OK, who’s next?” She had a smile on her face.

It made the group present more at ease. They knew Martha enjoyed her exposure. It went on for the next four hours. Martha had more orgasms than she could count. When she was finally released from the table, she had to be helped up by Mark and Hal. It was only nine PM when the demonstration was complete. The CEO sent Martha home with Hal and Mark. He handed her an envelope, she opened it to find 20 hundred dollar bills.

They walked Martha out of the building nude. Mark per usual brought her clothes, as Hal helped his exhausted wife to the car. Hal gave the keys to Mark and helped his wife into the back seat. He entered the back seat with her and rested her head on his lap. He rubbed her shoulders and breasts as Mark drove home. The exhausted woman was asleep before they left the complexes parking lot. Hal looked at his lovely nude wife, as she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

For the next four months every Friday night after lunch break a group of ten men congregated in the Media room to enjoy the antalya escort CMNF exposure of Martha for four hours each Friday night. Hal was enjoying his wife’s exposure she was making her pay plus Two Thousand Dollars a week as a cash bonus. Life was good.

Walter called a meeting with Hal and Martha on Monday night. “The CEO has sent these tickets to you for an all-expense paid trip to Las Vegas for two weeks at the Palazzo Hotel it is a suite of rooms on the forty-third floor. As appreciation for the work you have done to make the organization more profitable. Over the last quarter our profits for the night shift has been steadily increasing corporate figures it is your contribution to this group that has contributed to the increase. Corporate thanks you Martha and Hal.”

Walter who is about four years older than Martha at sixty had a startling statement to make about the employee appreciation festivities program saying. “I would like to see my wife Gloria strapped to the table Hal made.”

This shocked all of them at the meeting as Walter’s wife Gloria who they had met at many of the functions the facility has had was a very shy woman who stands in the background, almost blended in with the wall paint most of the time. They couldn’t see how this could be accomplished.

Walter is tall and thin as is his wife. She is about Five foot eleven inches with black hair, green eyes; Gloria is the same age as Martha, she has nice legs and bottom but no breasts you could see with the loose clothes she wears. Gloria is a very modest woman to the point she dresses in the bath room at night and in the morning with the door locked, Walter confessed to the group. She only likes to have sex in the dark in the missionary position, which is very rarely at this time.

They have three grown children and have been married for over thirty-five years and now sex for Walter is almost nonexistent. This is why he brought this information to the group in hopes to bring sex back into their relationship as Martha did in her marriage.

Hal was the first to ask Walter, “How are you going to get your wife to consent to being strapped down to the table?”

Walter said, “I called the CEO and CFO for help. They will call my wife and each tells her, she would have to take more of an interest in the facility, if she wants me to continue to manage the facility.”

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Rich and Stephanie were finally going to get away for a weekend. After much debate, comparing prices, driving time and all the other things involved in taking a small vacation, they both agreed on a few nights in Boston; dinner, walking around and just enjoying the nightlife. Rich was insistent that they visit the Prudential Center Observation Deck and watch some of the Red Sox game against Toronto over in Fenway Park. He and his dad had once watched a game about 30 years ago and it was one of the coolest things he’d ever done as a tourist. Steph agreed and booked a room in one of the better (though not top of the line-“PAY WHAT?!?”) hotels near Prudential Center. Arrangements for the kids were made and a few days later, off they went.

Friday afternoon they checked into their room. It was nice enough and on the 14th floor. They checked out their view and were a little disappointed in that there was a luxury apartment building across the way somewhat obstructing the panorama. They decided not to bother asking for another room and just wanted to get on the road.

First was dinner at the Top of the Hub, the highest restaurant in Boston, on top of the Prudential Center, or the PRU as it is affectionately known. Dinner was magnificent, and pricey. Well, this trip was a reward for a long year of skimping to save money. Considering all they had saved, they both decided a little over the top for one weekend, had been earned. From the restaurant to the Observation Deck was a short trip down the elevator and they made their way over to the side facing Fenway Park. The area was busy, but not bad and there was plenty of room for the two of them by the window. Out came the two pairs of binoculars that Rich had insisted they bring. Of course good old Steph got to carry them since SHE had a bag and Rich certainly didn’t.

They watched five innings but after that, even with drifting around looking at other parts of the city, the time was passing slowly. It was neat, but five full innings was pushing it in the ‘fun’ department, or so Steph made VERY clear several times. Rich was actually not enjoying it as much as he expected and had even admitted it in the 4th inning, but he insisted they HAD to wait at least until the 7th inning stretch. Steph, being the real sport she was, agreed but said he owed her, big time.

They left and decided the wandering around would be for tomorrow night. They just wanted to get back to the room and relax.

When they got back, Rich opened the bottle of champagne he had brought and both just chilled a bit. Rich got up and sat by the window. “So many lit apartments over there with the curtains open. Hmmmmm, I wonder…” he muttered to himself. He got up and retrieved a pair antalya rus escort of binoculars, turned off their own light and sat looking at, and peering into the apartments across the way.

“What are you doing?” asked Steph as he drew the curtains just a bit. “What does it look like?” He responded.

“So THAT’S the real reason you wanted the damn binoculars! You wanted to be a peeper.” She declared.

“Hell, how was I to know what we’d be facing. Don’t be silly. I’m just glad if this is our view, we DID bring them.”

“You disgust me. You’re a horrible person,” she retorted in what sounded like an angry tone. But after a short pause she added, “If you see anything good, let me know.”

He agreed and began to scan the windows of the apartment building. People were having late dinners, folding clothes, watching TV and it was all kind of dull. Rich, however was determined to give it a little more time. Steph had put the TV on in the room and it was fine with Rich. 20 floors of hotel rooms would make it difficult to actually spot someone peeping, especially with the drapes partly closed. He kept looking. “Oh, I think I have something,” he chirped. Steph asked what he saw and he described the woman who was disrobing but just before she got her panties off, she walked over and turned off the light. That was that.

Ten minutes became twenty which became an hour. “This is as good as TV. Lots of channels to choose from and even with no sound, it’s kind of cool. Sadly, no porn channel.” He was getting tired and since it was now almost midnight and Steph was drifting off to sleep, he was about to call it quits when he suddenly noticed a rather voluptuous woman, probably in her 50s slowly removing her clothing. Ok, now quitting was not an option. She fully disrobed and he could see her enter her bathroom and turn on the shower. “What a fantastic angle I’m at here,” he murmured to himself. “Hey Steph, you still want to look? I got something.”

She was a bit groggy but said, “Yeah, why not.” She got up, got the other pair of binoculars and had him direct her line of sight. It took a bit of time but she found the apartment just as the woman exited the shower. “Wow, she’s stacked,” said Steph, a bit impressed.

As the woman left the bathroom, a man possibly also in his 50s, entered the bedroom. He was a little shorter than her and pudgy. They were intrigued. The woman began to undress the man. “This view is amazing,” Said Steph. “We can see all of them, head to foot and most of the room.” “Yes, I know. Shut up will ya?” Replied Rich, as if he was trying to listen to people a couple of hundred yards away. Steph just sighed and then belek escort laughed a bit to herself. The woman had continued to undress the man and got to his pants. She unzipped them and lowered them to the floor. She stood, hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and as she lowered them, both Steph and Rich let out a gasp. “HOLY SHIT!” Exclaimed Rich. “Look at the size of that thing.”

“It can’t be real,” said Steph, “I mean, look at the guy, he’s a…I mean he’s…” She didn’t have the words. She just looked back. The guy had to be almost 10 inches. They both watched as the woman began to stroke him very slowly with one hand and stroking his chest, arms, balls and thighs with the other. He grew. She continued the stroking and he continued to grow. “Dammit, that can’t be Ron Jeremy.”

“No, that’s not The Hedgehog, this guy has less hair on his body. Plus, I KNOW what Ron Jeremy looks like and that ain’t him.” Said Steph with sureness in her voice.

“I think we can see what she sees in him,” said Rich, “and he might have a sense of humor. Women like that, right?” He glanced at Steph who just sighed. Then he turned back to the show across the way.

The woman stroked, the man now at his peak potential had to be about 13-14 inches. They were both flabbergasted. The man still just stood there, no emotion on his face. “Who needs emotion when you have THAT in your pants?” Said Rich, feeling inadequate. Steph sensed this and purred, “You’ve never let me down babe, now shut up yourself.” Then she sighed again, which Rich picked right up on. However there was too much going on over yonder to distract him much.

The woman got up after a little while and sat on the bed, only about ½ of the bed was visible. This caused concern for the two spies. Not to worry, she sat on the end and coaxed her companion over. He walked towards her and then turned around. She got up with something in her hand and approached him. She put a hood over his head. Then she bent him forward, which caused Steph to blurt out, “If he falls forward, that thing will keep him from hitting the ground!” Followed by Rich declaring, “…a hell of a kickstand.” They high fived and chuckled.

The woman now went back to the bed and brought over something that they couldn’t quite make out at first, but what appeared to be handcuffs. “It’s a BUST!” and Steph burst out laughing as Rich added, “NO! THAT’S A BUST!” pointing and snickering.

The woman cuffed the man behind his back and then turned him to face the bed again, moved him forward and bent him onto the bed. His face and shoulders only rested on the quilt. His buttocks was up facing the woman. She went to the dresser kepez escort and opened a drawer from which she pulled a ping pong paddle. Steph and Rich knew what was coming next. They could mentally hear the WHAAP when the paddle came crashing down on the guy’s ass. Twice more she did this, then kissed his ass. Then five more times and kissed his ass again. Three more cycles made the deed complete.

Rich and Steph weren’t laughing. This was becoming intense. The woman took a dildo out of the drawer next and lubed it up, then, as they anticipated, she slid it into her apparently willing victim. She slid it into and out of his rectum and spanked him a few more times. The guy was slowly beginning to move with the dildo, welcoming it in, helping to expel it. More spankings. “Damn is his ass getting red,” said Rich. “Isn’t she supposed to be in some kind of leather or latex or something? I didn’t think a dominatrix was supposed to be naked.”

“Maybe you’ve seen too many movies,” suggested Stephanie.

Then the woman stood the man up. He still had the dildo protruding from his ass but he was standing up straight now. The woman turned him and backed him up a bit from the bed then she got on all fours on the bed before him and he moved forward. His hands were still cuffed behind him so Rich and Steph were very impressed when he was able to slide his enormous cock into her. He actually got most of it in, too. He screwed her slowly for about five minutes then abruptly pulled out and stepped back. The woman jumped up, turned and fell onto the floor in front of him, grabbing him.

“Guess she’s going to finish him,” Said Rich. “Makes sense,” added Steph. But the woman seemed to be squeezing the man’s rod without pumping him. “She cut the poor bastard off!” Rich declared in disgust and disbelief.

Then she got back on the bed and again the man entered her, still cuffed. Again he screwed her for about 5 minutes and again she stopped him. This time however, she uncuffed him from behind and cuffed him to an unseen thing in the room near the bed. He stood there, just in view and she grabbed his megaschlong again and began to pump for all she was worth letting him cum onto her breasts. He still had the damn mask on. Then she stood, took his free hand and put it between her legs and he played with her until she apparently came, shuddering with delight.

They stood together for several seconds, the man essentially holding the woman up. Then, when it seemed like she had recovered, she took his mask off. Steph and Rich were shocked at what happened next; the woman grabbed the back of the man’s head and slammed his face into his own semen still on her tits. Then, it was over. They hugged, kissed and went to bed. They didn’t even clean up.

“That was bizarre,” said Rich. “I’m glad as hell we watched though, it was bizarre, VERY COOL to watch, but bizarre.”

“Me too,” replied Steph. “Want to try that stuff?”

“Absolutely NOT.”

“Want to fuck?”

“ABSOLUTELY YES!”

It was a good start to the weekend.

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The Italian Army kept an elaborate system of brothels in North Africa. There were two kinds, one for enlisted men, the other for officers. The officers’ brothels, of course, were much better. They were cleaner, the girls were younger and prettier, and the doctors visited them daily to check for venereal diseases.

I had never visited a whorehouse until I was in Benghazi. American men, unlike Europeans, are generally not practiced in such a pastime. They have a tendency to fall in love with the whores. This always leads to trouble. Even more trouble can be found when you combine love with lust and compassion. Listen to my story.

For three months I’d been training Italian soldiers how to repair and drive trucks. I’d made friends with a young lieutenant from Naples who was in charge of the motor pool. He began to invite me out after work, and one evening we ended up at the officers’ brothel. This particular place was set up as a cabaret. Wine and champagne and beer were served at tables while you made your choice of woman. Every night the cabaret was filled with increasingly drunk officers being served by dark eyed and generally luscious young arab girls dressed in flimsy little costumes.

I was the only one drinking Peroni beer. Everyone else was swilling wine and smoking cigars. Me and the lieutenant were talking and looking around when I was stopped short by the most stunning image I had ever seen in my life.

She was tall, maybe 5’6, and only in her early twenties. She was wearing a gauzy white costume with silk trim, all white, and this accentuated the rich, deep, golden brown of her skin. I still can’t find words to describe that color– A little warmer than copper, a little darker than bronze, as smooth and lustrous as polished teak. Her face–small and round, pudgy cheeks, a small sculpted nose, and its size and shape didn’t seem to fit on her exceptionally long neck. Her hair—black. Black as the dune shadows on a sahara night, shining as though it were wet, long, thick, full…falling in gleaming dark waves over her shoulders. Her breasts were not large, but they were firm, and very round, and straining against the white gauze.

When she moved, she sparkled and jingled like a chorus of silver bells, because that’s what she was covered in: silver. She had bracelets of engraved silver, bangles on her wrists and forearms, rings on every finger and even her thumbs. She had two ankle bracelets and large hoop earrings. Around her neck were at least three chains and necklaces, including an elaborate one of silver beads from which hung golden pendants. Imagine all of that jewelry glistening on her dusky skin.

I was fascinated. I could not take my eyes off her. The lieutenant saw me staring and put his hand on my shoulder.

“Enrico, don’t involve izmit escort yourself with her.” He had concern on his face. “That’s the major’s woman. Her name is Sirah. She costs one hundred fifty dinars an hour, but nobody of course would pay it anyway. The major uses her.”

“One fifty might be worth it.” I knew not many could pay that. The average worker earned five hundred millimes a day, half a dinar. In two months I’d been able to save only three hundred dinars, not enough for my passage home.

“She is the major’s prize. His trophy.”

“How so?” I asked

“The major uses her…to…perform, for his staff. The major is… a very cruel man. You might see one of these performances.”

In the days that followed I worked myself into an obsessive fever over that girl. Finally I asked my friend to take me back to the brothel, and he was too happy to bring me along when I offered to pay at least twenty dinars for the woman of his choice. The night we arrived it was sweltering hot, a typical humid night along the Mediterranean coast, unlike the inland desert where the land lost heat at sunset. The cabaret was filled with a blue swirling maze of cigar smoke and the laughter of officers as they swilled chianti.

We had just sat down when someone called to the lieutenant. It was from across the room, in a little curtained alcove. We went over and found three officers sitting at a table, drinking expensive iced champagne. It was the major and two of his staff officers, both captains. The major was a tall rugged looking soldier, a mountain troop commander in the war. Rugged and handsome, yes, but he also had that hard cruel look about him. That cruel relentless look.

“I’ve wanted to meet the Americano,” he said, offering me a chair and a glass. “I think I can show you some things here that might be yourself when you return to your country. I’ll show you about how strong men remain in control of stubborn people.”

Everyone laughed and I looked up, feeling someone at my side. It was Sirah, inches away. Her arm brushed my wrist and for the first time I felt her warm firm skin. An electric thrill surged through me, starting at the back of my neck and flowing between my legs.

I was so close I could smell her. She didn’t smell anything like American women, who were always scrubbing themselves raw with soap. This was a natural smell, a delicious spicy scent of coriander and hot sand and dried sweat, covered with a lilting fragrance of jasmine flowers. Sirah smelled alive.

The major pulled her down to him and sat her on his knee. She perched there uneasily, his hand clenched tightly around her arm. She turned to look at all of us gathered around the table. Her eyes were flashing and sparkling, dark as they were. I izmit anal yapan escort had never expected such dark eyes to sparkle. There was no delight in that sparkle. It was a look of defiance. The major then clamped a hand over her left breast and squeezed it roughly, digging his fingers right into the stretched gauze. I felt anger rise in my throat.

“Do you know who this girl is?” He asked. He was looking at me. “You think this is a dirty little peasant girl? No. Look at her. She has a refined face, no? Her father is Sheik Moncef Rassas. This is his youngest and favorite daughter. Her father had fifty men under his command when we fought the Turks. When the Turks were beaten, he kept his loyalty to them and refused to surrender. I surrounded his camp. We killed all his men, slaughtered his livestock, sold his camels. We made a prisoner of him, but spared his family. I did, however, take this girl to make a whore out of her. Very symbolic punishment. By transforming her into a slut, I can show my power. From a pampered princess to a performing slut.”

The major stopped kneading her breast and slid his hand away. Her nipple was bulging out through the thin material, and the officers laughed. The major twisted her shoulders around and flourished his hands in front of her breasts. Then he pushed her off his knee and she stood facing us. With a sudden and violent motion he tore her little dress away. It fell in white shreds to the floor. She stood defiantly in front of us, stunningly naked. I felt a powerful surge of excitement and shame.

She had extraordinarily wide hips, which led to thighs seemingly not made of bone or fat or muscle, but rather molded out of some delicious smooth brown wood. Between them was a sparse little tuft of dark hair. The major reached between her legs, but she viciously slapped his hand away. Then she climbed up on the table.

What she did next astounded everyone. She supported her weight on her left arm and spread her thighs in front of us. She began to rub the palm of her right between her thighs, very gently at first, down over that dark patch of fur, staring dreamily out through the smoke as though we weren’t there. I had never seen a sight so graceful, so heavenly. Her beautiful little feet, strapped into her white sandals, flat upon the red tablecloth, her gracefully curved little hand, with its silver rings and henna tattoo, gently moving over her mound. Her pussy lips began to widen at her touch, and she started to increase the speed, sliding gently, than faster, letting her index finger slip ever so carefully into her slit of tantalizing shadow.

Now she leaned forward, shifting her weight to her hips, and eased her thighs wider, her knees high in the gebze escort air. With one hand she spread the lips of her pussy. It was like the wingspread of a butterfly, and inside was a brilliant glistening pink color, very tender and wet. She began to trace two fingers along the edge of her lips, and as she did the tender folds of flesh began to gleam with wetness. Her white enameled nails were fairly glowing, matching the flash of silver rings. Her left hand, thumb and forefinger, tugged at her tiny hood and she rubbed gently at the nub of her clit. Now she had both hands pleasuring herself, and she shamelessly continued, her delicate hands swirling and moving like some elaborate dance.

The table was silent, the sounds of the cabaret receding into the distance. The only sound I could hear was from the increasing wetness of Sirah’s pussy, a delicious sound like a stream of water gently falling into a pool. It was a slick, squishing noise, and it made my mouth water. As she continued, I noticed a large crescent shaped stain spreading outward on the red tablecloth. Her hands increased their speed, two slim fingers circling around her soft lips, two more stroking her clit.

I watched Sirah’s face. Instead of her defiant gaze, she had now closed her eyes, her long lashes falling over her cheeks. Her mouth opened slightly and the tip of her tongue slid out just a fraction and ran over her lower lip. It looked as though she were fighting to keep silent, but a faint sigh came from deep in her throat. Then she mumbled something so lightly I couldn’t make it out. She was talking in Arabic, little sounds and meaningless phrases of pleasure. I realized I was watching something wrong, but couldn’t help myself. I was frozen in fascination and lust.

Sirah’s head fell sideways to her shoulder and she opened her mouth. She began her orgasm. I watched her shoulders tremble, and her hips thrust forward, swaying rhythmically from side to side. Her fingers were deep in her pussy now, and the wetness was shimmering on the inside of her thighs. A long, deep sigh flowed out from deep inside her. A musky smell filled the alcove.

I looked around at he four soldiers who sat transfixed around the table. An amazing thought came to me. The major had tried to shame Sirah to show her his power. But it was Sirah who shamed us all. She had proven her power over us, her power to enthrall, to hold us captive in her incredible beauty. It was a mystical feminine sexual power that we could never match. I shuddered at a new emotion that took hold of me. It was a mix of passion and lust and embarrassment. I jerked to my feet and turned to leave.

The major broke the silence and looked up.

“When will you Americans learn,” he said loudly, “that you cannot change the world?”

I walked back to my room, my heart pounding, my blood on fire, a raging erection between my legs. I was determined to change things. I was not sure if Sirah was a princess or a whore, but I knew one thing. She would be either MY princess or MY whore. I would find some way to take her from the major, to make her mine forever. She now held me in her power.

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Back on the street, Charlene walked fast for a couple of blocks, then ducked into a doorway to see how much money she’d taken. It was almost eleven o’clock now and there were more people in the street. She wondered if Mel would be in any shape to count change for the lunch crowd. She opened her fist and counted: four dollars and fifty-six cents. Not enough for a cab, but she could take the bus. Now, all she had to do was find the nearest bus stop and figure out which one to take and how far to go and where to get off…

She walked as fast as she could in her high heels. She tried to act like it was perfectly natural to be walking on the street in a dirty, sweaty, tight knit brown dress that clung so close to her body that it showed her nipples, her crotch and even the indentation on her flat stomach where her belly button was. Her white panties would visible if she bent over or raised her arms. Her natural boobs wobbled and swayed under the clingy fabric. It was a lewd enough display to attract anybody’s attention.

A couple blocks later, after hearing a couple of catcalls and wolf whistles and a yell of “hey baby” from a passing car, she saw a bus stop. It didn’t seem smart to sit out on the bench, for the world to see, so she stood a few yards behind it, in the shadow of a billboard, in the mouth of an alley next to a tacky stucco office building. In LA the buses came by about every couple of hours, it seemed, so she might have a long wait.

She thought about calling Deidre, her roommate and the club manager, for a ride but decided not to. This was just too embarrassing because Deidre was always “on about” her about taking risks with guys at the club. Deidre the Duchess never dated customers and she had a strict rule that no guys from the club ever come up to the apartment they shared. She wanted to keep her club life and her dating life strictly separate. She had her boyfriends and they fucked her, but they were never customers. Charlene, on the other hand, figured that if people wanted her body that badly, they would fuck her with all they had in them. If they paid good money to see her take off her clothes, and if it turned her on to exhibit herself and be used sexually, why not? Live the life to the fullest while she was still a knock-out. Beauty didn’t last as long as your sex drive, so grab as much while you can antalya sınırsız escort and put out while guys were buying. Be sexual twenty-four hours a day, if you wanted it.

Now she wasn’t so sure. Here she was, with no money and half naked, because a guy she went to bed with left her stranded at a hotel.

Standing there made her nervous. She was in the shade of the billboard, next to a big metal pole supporting it, but she was still visible from the street. People had to think she was a street walker, pretty desperate, trolling for a john way too early in the day and asking to get arrested.

She heard a voice whispering to her. It scared her half to death. — she hadn’t seen them coming. The short, ugly gang-type tough guy she had seen down the street before going into the restaurant was now talking to her. He must have seen her after all and sneaked up on her. He had just turned the corner of the stucco building and said, softly, “Hey, baby. Where you going’? Would you like a little company?” She stood stock still. “You’re dressed hot. Would you like to hang out with a coupla studs?” He scared her because although he was short he was big, like a wrestler, and he looked hungry — for her. There was no Billy, the club bouncer, around to protect her and this guy might hurt her.

She moved to put the steel pole supporting the billboard between her and thetough guy. Further back in the alley were some dumpsters and she figured if they were going to grab her they would drag her back there.

“Hey, come on baby. I won’t hurt you. I can make you feel real good. Wanna go somewhere and party?” he said, menacingly.

She turned away from him and saw his friend coming at her slowly from the other side, up the alley behind her. This guy was thin and tall, a beanpole. He was coming toward her with a smirk on her face. “Hey honey — where ya’ going? My buddy and I saw you here and thought you might be looking to party.” She was frightened at how they had snuck up on her, getting her between them.

She was boxed in now between the two of them, the billboard pole, and the wall. This didn’t look good for Charlene. So far they hadn’t done anything physical but she didn’t like the way they were circling in on her. She felt menaced. And very vulnerable. döşemealtı escort She wished now that she’d swallowed her pride and called Deidre, Duchess after all.

The two of them were both talking trash now. “Why don’cha come with us? We’ll give you a ride?” “We’ll give you the best ride of your life….” “We know a place where we can go….” “You look so fine, baby, I love the way you look….” “I can take you places, girl….” They were getting so close she could see the tall one’s dick twitch in his pants. “Baby, you’re made for lovin” and I’m a lover-man…” “You’ve got real class, baby, to strut your stuff at high noon — I admire that, I really do….”

The beanpole was getting close to her now. He was so close he could grab her. She was getting really scared now but she couldn’t help but notice he had an erection in his jeans. With his build he probably had a really long dick.

Charlene brought her left arm up over her chest, a kind of reflex to protect herself from their leering eyes. Her fingers brushed the top of her tit– it felt crusty. “Oh shit” she thought to herself. “I have Mel’s spunk on me and these guys will find that out when they start pawing me. When they smell it, it’ll set them off. They’ll be like animals.” And oddly enough she felt a little flutter in her pelvis when she thought this, in spite of her fear. Giving it up was not the issue but being forced to do it was. She wouldn’t mind being ravished by the right guys in the right circumstances, but this was too dangerous. There was no one around to keep them in line. She could get hurt. Her fear mounted. She was starting to breathe deeply and her chest was heaving.

The two guys were watching her every move as they moved closer. They could see that she was nervous, that she was starting to sweat, that her eyes were darting around frantically, looking for a way out. But they could also see the swell of her pussy mound under the tight dress, the perfect tits hanging in the neckline of the clingy dress like fruit in a basket, her bare legs all tanned and smooth, and they saw her chest heave. They saw what they wanted to see — a hot lady. Both of them grinned. “She wants it” they both thought.

She knew she couldn’t run for it in her high heels with any hope of getting away. konyaaltı escort They were already on both sides of her and her back was to the wall of the building. They hadn’t stopped talking and their crude words were making her even more anxious. “C’mon honey. We’re out on the street. Let’s go somewhere more private. You deserve the best. Today’s your lucky day… Let’s have us some fun…”

The short, ugly one was first to touch her. He took her slender arm in his huge hand, high up, feeling her sweat and brushing the sides of her tit through the dress’s big armholes. With his other hand he pulled down the front of her dress to look down at her naked tits. The skinny tall one touched her forearm on the other side with his fingers, strumming them up and down as if to tell her he’d be gentle. As the rough-looking one got so close she could smell his bad breath. She was afraid he would lunge and try to kiss her.

One the skinny one had wrapped his fingers around her arm, the short one dropped her dress, looked around, and then pulled down his zipper. Facing her, and away from the street, he pulled out what she thought was a rather small penis and waved it at her. His friend had put his other hand on her other arm and was holding her loosely, just to remind her that she didn’t have much of a chance of getting away.

“See this? You want it, don’t you. You want to suck on it, don’t you.” His penis looked dirty. The tall one said, “Let’s go somewhere and have a little party. We’ll make sure a babe like you is satisfied!”

Suddenly a big blue and white MTD bus pulled up at the bus stop. They suddenly had a bus-full of witness staring at them. She broke away from the big guy’s loosening grip and ran for it. She didn’t care where the bus was going, she just wanted to be on it.

“You can fuck me when you grow a real dick.” She yelled over her shoulder as she reached the bus.

The short guy turned to go after her and suddenly realized that his cock was hanging out n plain view. He turned back around and crammed his equipment back in his jeans.

“Will you look at that ass?” replied the skinny guy, as Charlene climbed aboard the bus.

“Oh shit,” the short guy said. “I caught my dick in the zipper.”

“Do you think we should have just hauled her off and fucked her in the alley?”

The short guy replied after a minute, once he had got his cock freed up.

“Nah. Someone on the bus would’ve seen it and we’d get busted. It’s not worth getting a record, especially for rape. They send you to prison and the big guys make rapists their bitches.”

The big guy nodded. Still, it was the closest the two of them had come to getting laid in months, he thought.

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“Hey! Could you do us a favor? Pick a number from one to three,” message on Anna’s phone appeared when she was just leaving the shower.

She thought for a second, “What may that be? They are together now, probably they are playing some erotic game. Let it be more interesting, the bigger the better right? So she will answer 3.”

The response came quickly, “Thx, sorry for the cryptic message, would you like to know what the 3 meant?”

Yes, she now needed to know! She wrote that to Rafal, her penpal friend she had been talking and writing for the past 2 years now. He met some wild girl on one of his trips and they were having so much fun together. Secretly Anna was envious of them, they did so many interesting things together.

A Reply from Rafal came and woke her from her thoughts, “We are playing a game of dares, I just lost one so I had to ask you to pick the next dare that Weronika will be doing. And the 3rd dare was about picking pizza delivery topless”.

“Ahh,” thought Anna, “this is so like Weronika. She loves to flash her tits.” But something occurred to her, “Was this the only challenge for Rafal? Just to ask her about the number?” She needed to know more.

“Haha, Courier will be very surprised. And you have a very interesting night. But tell me, was this the only challenge that she had for you? Just ask me for some number?” asked Anna.

Rafal responded quickly, “You have good detective instincts, you know that? Yes, you are right, it wasn’t my only challenge. Lets say, when I was ordering the pizza on the phone, Weronika was trying as best as she could to distract me;)”

Now unwanted images appeared in Anna’s head, of Weronika kneeling before Rafal taking his dick in her mouth, making loud slurping sounds, taking it deeper, choking herself on him.

She needed to either finish the conversation now before she would lose control of her imagination, or be more active in the game.

She decided to make a little gamble, “And was she able to distract you?;) I have a challenge for you two. Create a group chat with me, you and Weronika, where you would describe the challenges and I will pick the one that you will have to do next.” Did she really want to get involved in that? Her hand shook slightly, but she couldn’t resist the temptation. She needed to join the fun.

Instead of a response, an invite to a group chat came with a title: “Dare Game With Weronika and Anna,” and inside there was a picture of Weronika in a towel by the door.

She quickly wrote in a group chat: “Weronika, I think you should be not only topless under that towel, but also panty-less!” Will she do it? Anna was wondering. Weronika once got caught by the stranger topless, during a photo session by the river. But completely naked? Then the picture in the chat arrived with Weronika spreading her towel and proving that she had nothing under it.

She did it! Anna was ecstatic, the gamble had paid off. She couldn’t wait to see what will happen next. But what’s this, a video call from the group chat?

She answered hesitantly, “Hello?”

“Anna I thought that you would like to watch with me, how your dare goes,” she heard Rafal saying, and saw a transmission with Weronika standing by the door. “Hush, now, the courier izmit escort bayan is coming,” added Rafal. She couldn’t believe it!

The door opened. “Could you please step inside. I just got out of the shower, and I don’t want to drop the towel,” she heard Weronika say. The courier appeared on the screen. Young, around Weronika’s age, so around 19 years old. Bit overweight. Courier gave a box with pizza to Weronika, she took it in one hand.

“It will be 44 zl,” Anna heard the currier on the video say. Weronika extended her hand.

“Could you take it by yourself? I can’t move too much in this,” Anna heard Weronika say and she saw Weronika point to the towel wrapped around her naked body with a small smile. Courier started to count the money on Weronika’s hand. Then the towel started to slowly slide down.

“Ohh, I’m sorry for that,” she heard Weronika say to the courier, but couldn’t cover herself. He was still counting money from her hand. The towel was sliding lower and lower. First exposing her large breasts with nipples standing at attention. Anna thought with pride to herself, that her breasts were not much smaller than Weronika ones. And she had long blond hair, when Weronika had mid size dark hair. They both were rather slim.

The towel started to slide below her belly button and after that just dropped. Leaving her completely naked. Courier was still slowly counting money, probably because he was focusing on the naked girl before him, not on the cash. She saw Weronika blush, her nipples reddening even more. “Please keep the change, I’m naked,” she heard Weronika say pointing to her naked body with her head.

“Oh, I don’t need a tip, this view is more than enough,” the courier responded. Weronika smiled, put the pizza down, and hugged the delivery guy. He was surprised at first, but took the opportunity, and hugged her back, pressing his body to her naked tits and squeezing her butt. First gentle, but when she hasn’t complained, he squeezed it harder, trying to touch her tight pussy.

“Thank you for pizza, now it’s time for you to go,” she broke from the courier, and started to open the door for him. Courier looked disappointed, but was slowly moving outside.

“Could I touch your breast?” Anna heard the courier blurted out.

She saw that Weronika was hesitant. “Let him do it!” she quickly wrote in the chat. She saw Weronika checking her phone, taking a deeper look into the apartment. In the video Anna saw the girl staring with anger. She knew this look was for her. Anna decided to press the luck. “Do it, and next challenge you could order me to do, but now you have to agree for whatever he will tell you to.”

Weronika on the screen smiled, turned to the courier and said, “Sure.”

She stood there not trying to cover herself. Young guy started to squeeze her large breasts, he still looked like he didn’t know how much he could allow himself to do. Then he pulled her nipple harder. A grimace of pain showed on Weronika’s face, but she didn’t say anything, just stared at him. The mean grimace appeared on the young man’s face. He started to squeeze one of Weronika’s breasts real hard, and on the other he was still pulling her nipple with his nails. Anna saw that Weronika kocaeli abal yapan escort was in real pain, but she stood there and allowed him to do anything to her breasts that he wanted. He moved closer and started to suck her tormented nipple. Gently, as to ease the pain. When Weronka was least expecting it, he bit down on her tit. She let a quiet sigh of pleasure mixed with pain. He reached behind her, and while still sucking on her tit, he was spreading her ass. Clearly trying to get to her tight hole there. At first he just moved slowly around her ass. She didn’t want to let him in there.

“Relax bitch, or it will hurt more, or do you want it to hurt more?” Anna heard the courier say. He slid one finger inside her. “So tight, no one has fucked you in the ass before?” asked the courier.

“No,” she responded with a quiet voice filled with anticipation. Anna couldn’t believe her own eyes. Will Weronika really allow him to ass fuck her? How far will she go to fulfill the challenge. Now Anna also got scared. If Weronika will go to such lengths just to win this round, what will be her challenge for Anna?

Weronika was now bending, and the young man with a mean expression on his face had two fingers inside her ass. He was fingering her faster. Spanking her butt from time to time. Weronika was moaning louder. Than third thick finger joined in Werronika’s not so tight hole anmore. Weronika squealed, and tried to make him remove his finger. She was reaching her limit. Anna saw that in Weronika’s eyes. Anna was secretly rooting for the courier, she really wanted Weronika lose, so she wouldn’t have to do her challenge.

Courier catched Weronika by her hair, and pulled. “Stop that bitch, I haven’t finished yet. When I am done you will have a big gape in your ass,” Anna heard the courier say with pleasure in his voice. He pulled his 2 fingers from Weronika’s ass, and put one from his other hand. Anna watched in horror, she instinctively knew what he would do. He will try to spread her ass, he really wanted to make her gape.

Weronika was still, waiting for him to start pulling. He was taking his time, kissing her back, allowing her to get used to the feeling of his fingers in her ass.

“Thank you for that, I’m ready now,” Anna heard Weronika say with a fearful voice. He took his fingers out, and smacked Weronika’s ass hard. He admired her naked body for a moment. Her red breasts, still with bite marks on them. Her bended ass ready for him. Her beautiful face looking at him with anticipation. Then he brutally shoved two fingers from each hand in her ass. Weronika cried in pain. The real torment started. He started to pull her ass apart. Spreading her. Brutally gaping her. Anna even on her phone screen saw the hole getting wider. She heard Weronika squeal, but he didn’t stop. Anna couldn’t take her eyes off.

“Do you like that slut? You want me to spread it further?” she heard the courier say. Weronika was in no condition to answer so she just nodded. “I want to hear you say it!” courier said with a stronger voice.

“Yes, I want you to spread my ass. I want you to be satisfied.” she heard Weronika’s reply. And she heard truth in her voice. She really wanted to izmit evi olan escort satisfy him. But then the courier stopped, and tried to shove his fist inside Weronika’s ass. “No, please, not that. I have enough.” Anna saw hesitation in the courier’s face. He still had his fist pressed to Weronika’s ass.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I don’t think I could make that,” Anna saw the courier put 3 fingers inside Weronika’s ass, and grabbed hard by her breast helping her stand. Weronika was standing now, her back to the courier. He still was holding her by her tit, and keeping fingers in her ass. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do that for you. I really wanted you to be satisfied with me,” she heard Weronika say, and leaning in to him, kissing him passionately, while he was squeezing her breast hard.

“That is ok my sweet. You did good, next time you will have your gape.” He released her, and she kissed him again. He took one long look at her. Her tormented breasts, he touched them gently. He took his phone and asked, “Can I take some pictures of you? I want to have some proof of my handiwork to show my friends.”

“Of course, how do you want me?” Weronika replied with a smile. Courier just moved in close and again bit in hard on her nipple.

Rafal then joined and said “Allow me, I will take the pictures for you.” Courier just looked at him as it would be the normalest thing to do, and gave Rafal the phone. First flash. Later that night Anna got those pictures also, so she saw the grimace of pain and pleasure on Weronika’s face.

Then Marek, because that was the courier’s name said, “Could you bend over again?” Weronika did as she was told, Rafal took a close up photo of Weronika’s gaping ass and happy Marek near her. “One more with my fingers inside her,” Anna heard Marek say. He put fingers gently inside Weronika’s ass this time. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“You can put one more inside me. My butt is your trophy today. I want you to be truly happy with me, when you will be showing those pictures to your friends,” Weronika responded with pride in her voice. Marek put one more finger inside her, and started to spread. There was another flash from the phone. Anna saw the genuine smile on Weronika’s face with only hints of pain, and the look of pride that she was able to do it. Maybe she hasn’t won, but she still was proud of herself. Anna saw the gape that Marek did in her. Hole looked very impressive on Weronika’s small butt. Anna had to give Weronika that. She didn’t know if she would be able to hold that long. Marek pulled just a little bit wider, gave Weronika’s butt one more smack and released her. He again helped her to get up. Weronika hugged him. Flash. Rafal took another photo. Weronika and Marek kissed, while letting go, he hitted her breast one more time, so they would bounce. Flash.

She smiled at him. “Thank you”, she said. And when he was about to leave, “Wait, I want you to have my phone number so you could send the pictures to us, and maybe we could schedule another session when I will be more ready,” Anna heard Weronika say.

“Oh, don’t prepare too much, I want you to feel everything when I will be working on your ass again,” Marek replied.

“I would like that,” she just heard Weronika add and Marek left closing the door behind him.

Weronika, composed herself, took her phone and wrote in the chat, “Anna you won. What is my next challenge?”

Anna smiled wildly, “That was close,” she thought to herself and started to type her response…but this is a story for another time. I hope you enjoyed it as I did, because there is a grain of truth in this;)

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We woke up late and had to rush to get ready. As soon as I moved to get up I could feel my abs were really sore from the day before. I slowly got out a bed and tried to massage my stomach muscles back to life. Lisa ran into the bathroom leaving me to suffer. I couldn’t decide on which bikini I wanted. Since I didn’t have a top for either it looked like I was going topless regardless. The thong stayed on better but I didn’t want it ridding up my ass while we hiked.

The other was hard to keep in place but felt better when waking. I grabbed the second one and stuffed it in my pocked. Then I thought, if we have a lot of walking to do I had better put something on under these shorts. Denim shorts are a little rough down there if you know what I mean so I slipped them off and pulled the bikini on. I then put the shorts back on and grabbed my T-top. I should have asked Barbara to borrow here Bikini top but I figured she’d be wearing it today.

We ran down and jumped on the bus right as it was ready to leave. We drove for at least an hour to get to this place. I didn’t think these islands were that big that you could drive for and hour in one direction. Then again with all the turns it may have only been 10 miles is so as the crow flies. When we got there everyone got out to stretch his or her legs. Our leader gave us the run down of the day. We were leaving the bus here and hiking up to this lake about a half-hour up the hill. Hill nothing; it looked like mountain. We would drop most of out stuff there and those that wanted to could hike up to the peak otherwise we could hang out at the lake.

After lunch we were going to hike up the gorge to the falls. We could hike up to the monument from there if we wanted to. There were about 25 people again in total, mostly guys and seven girls. There was Lisa, Jane and I, The two from the volleyball game (didn’t need to see them again) and two girls I hadn’t seen before. The leader said leave everything you don’t need here it’s a tough walk. Jane said to me “are you leaving your clothes?” A sharp “no” was my answer. Everyone slimed down to the essentials for the walk. For once I wasn’t the least dressed. It was a tough walk so we decided to conserve our energy. We were all starting to sweat so I was starting to show pretty good through my light top. The two new girls were right up at the front. There looked like the jock types in their shorts and one-piece suits. Lisa said she though they were lesbians. I said “no way.”

When we got to the lake everyone stripped down to their suits and jumped in to cool off. Being topless was no big deal now so I took off my shorts and top. Everyone stop to check me out as I walked down to the water. Boy was that water cold. It must have been spring fed. It was chilling but it felt good. Almost immediately 4 guys came over and tried to start up a conversation. Amazing how you attract guys when you’re topless. The leader yelled down that he was heading up to the peak and anyone that wanted to go could join him.

Everyone else could hang out here. Lisa and Jane wanted to go. I thought hanging out here sounded pretty good but I did want to see the view. I walked out of the water again to the stares of everyone there. It was kind of exciting so when we gathered up our stuff I decide to leave my top behind and just put on my shorts and shoes. The excitement of being topless kind of perked me up (those too) and gave me a little more energy. I did notice the two new girls checking me out though. Maybe they were lesbians after all. The two girls from the volley ball game and a couple of the guys stayed behind. I thought the girls were tougher than that. We stopped at a rest area and got a drink from the bottled water the leader had brought. Everyone was ringing wet by then from the heat.

We started up and the two new girls stayed to walk with us. From the tone of the conversation and the way they were looking at me I was staring to be convinced that they were lesbians. The one kept complementing me on my boobs saying mine bounced less unsupported than hers do in a bra. The other one kept talking about my beautiful tan and how great it looked without tan lines. Lisa elbowed me and said, “I told you.” Now I was used to the guys checking me out; I was kind of expected that but the girls were making me a little uncomfortable. It seemed like everyone there with the exception of Lisa and Jane had and interest in me and I wasn’t that sure about Jane after a couple of her remarks. After a while we made it to the top. My whole upper body was covered by sweat by the time we got there. Sweat was literally dripping off my breasts it was so hot. What a view though.

We walked around and you could see almost the whole island. Jane was off snapping pictures with the camera she had brought. She came over to Lisa and I and said lets get a picture of you two. I said I wasn’t really dressed for it but she took one anyway. I said, “remember, I want that film when you done.” Seeing that, some of the guys invited me into their picture. aksu escort I said, “no way.” I did eventually pose for one though but I hid behind one of the guys so you couldn’t see my boobs. At least I hope they couldn’t see them.

We cooled down and had another drink before heading back down. It was just as hard going down as it was going up. You really had to watch you step so you didn’t fall. On the way down we ran into a family on their way up. I wanted to cover up but I almost slipped so I tried to be cool and just ignore them. As they left I heard their teenage daughter say. “Why can’t I go topless? She is.” I couldn’t hear the answer.

Back at the lake we went for another dip in the cold water before having lunch. After lunch we went for another swim to check out the lake. Everyone was getting ready for part two, the trip up the gorge. Our leader said you might want to wear a tee shirt for warmth. I didn’t have anything else with me so I just trailed along in bikini. Both Lisa and Jane threw on shirts so I was starting to regret my choice. A couple of people stayed behind, 2 guys had hurt themselves on the hike to the peak. The first part wasn’t bad at all. We walked along the path along side of the creek that fed the lake. It led up hill but was pretty flat compared to where we’d been. It started to get smaller and soon we had to wade through the water. With the rushing water I was afraid of getting knocked down. If I lost my bikini there, I’d never see it again. Again it was a constant job to keep that bikini on. I stopped by the side and tied the strings tighter.

We had come to our first waterfall. Everyone hurried up the falls except one of the new girls and me. You had to kind of swim and pull yourself up the oncoming water. I was concerned that the water would pull my suit off as I climbed up. There was a ledge about half way so I stopped to make adjustments. It was still on me thank god. I could see the other girl was having difficulty so I tried to give her a hand. I helped her up pulled her past me and as she did she slid her hand all the way down my front attempting to reach a rock. I almost slipped as her upper arm came to rest across my breasts. I couldn’t let go, else I would have slipped off the ledge. She had me pinned with my back against a rock and my front against her. I couldn’t move until she did. I don’t think anyone could see us but it must have been quite a site. I said something like “do you mind?” as she rubbed over me throwing her boobs right in my face. Afterwards Lisa said. “I told you.”

A little further up there was a calm spot with a rope swing hanging from a tree. Everyone took turns then a couple of people tried it together. The branch holding the rope didn’t break. It really looked like fun so I had to give it a try. The first time I did it I forgot to hang onto my bikini as I hit the water. Despite jumping, by the time I came up it was down around my ankles. It was a blast but each time I had to hold my bikini to keep it from falling off. I probably would have been better off just taking it off but was reluctant to do it with so many guys there. Eventually Lisa wanted to do it as a threesome. There were a couple of knots so one person could stand and the others just hang on. I jumped on and Lisa and Jane just jump on hanging on to me. We swung out and back a couple of times.

Lisa had her hands around my waist and Jane had her’s on my shoulders but as we swung out Jane’s slid down to my breasts. I don’t know if it was intended but she go two handfuls as we swung there. I was so taken back that I forgot to hold my bikini as we hit the water. I got a mouth full as I went in and came up gagging. One of the guys came to my rescue, groping me as he held me up. I don’t know if he realized it but all the time I was trying to hang onto my bikini as it hung by one foot underwater. I was trying to tell them I was all right as another guy came to my rescue. This guy bumped his leg into my exposed bush. He knew immediately what had happened. I still had the bikini around my one leg as they helped me into the shallower water. If I had lost it there it probably would have been washed away but the water. Once I could stand I bent down and pulled it back on.

We did it for about a half and hour more. The guys all wanted to go with me to cop a feel. One guy even had the nerve to pull one of the stings holding my bottom on as we swung out over the water. I let out a yell and fell off. Luckily I held onto the suit as we hit the water. It was pointless to try to stop the feels so after a bit I just asked them to be gentle and went with it. We headed back up stream and after a couple more small waterfalls came to a big waterfall that you could not climb. We sat under it out of the water and sipped from a bottle of wine that our guide had brought in his backpack. The wine was nice. I was so cold though I was shivering when we climbed out. Most people just hung out in the sun and warmed up but several of us including antalya escort Jane, Lisa myself started heading up to the monument at the top.

Everyone kind of went their own way but I kind of drew a crowd of helpers. After just a couple of minutes I went from shivering to sweating. We came to a tricky spot that we didn’t think we could make it across. There was about a rope across about a 20-foot drop. There was just water at the bottom but still you had to use your arms and climb across like it was a jungle gym. Lisa didn’t think she could make it so she waited. Jane made it across with difficulty. I wasn’t going to do it with all the guys there watching so I told them I was going back. The guys all offered to help but I said go ahead. They waited anyway waiting to see if I changed my mind. After a couple of minutes they didn’t think we were coming so they left. Lisa and I and walked on. Lisa wasn’t coming, I called her a chicken, which usually gets her going, but she didn’t budge.

Jane was about to leave before the rest got too far ahead when I decided to give it a try. Without thinking about what I looked like, I made my way out onto the rope. I could really feel my abs in that position. It was really tough with all my weight hanging from my arms. I got about half way and Jane pulled out her camera and started taking pictures. I could feel the bikini slipping a but hanging there like that there wasn’t much I could do without letting go. Stretched out like that there wasn’t as much of me to hold it on. I could feel the perspiration running down my body. Finally I made it across and pulled my bikini back in place. After trying to convince Lisa to give it a try we decided to continue without her.

It was down to just Jane and I at that point. We came to a spot that was not very well traveled and I though we may have gone the wrong way. We could hear voices of the left and Jane led that way as we cut through a dense section. This was no place to be in just a bathing suit. I was taking my time trying not to get scraped by the branches. Being topless at the beach was one thing but it felt weird being out in the woods nearly naked. Talk about an adventure. I told Jane I thought she had gotten us lost but we could still hear some voices up ahead and to the left so Jane led us in that direction. It was extra slow since I was trying to minimize the branches that hit me. Then all at once Jane let out a scream and disappeared. She had fallen about 20 feed down an embankment. She wasn’t hurt but it was going to be hard for her to make it back up without help. I was afraid I was going to slide down as well so I help back hanging onto this tree by the edge.

This was turning into a real Rambo tour. I asked her if there was another way out and she didn’t think so without going further down. I didn’t want her getting lost so I told her to stay there while I figured something out. If we had a rope it would have been easier but we since we didn’t I had to get to a point where she could reach me. I carefully made my way down the embankment as far as I could without falling myself; getting a couple of good scrapes along the way. One nice one across my stomach and another up further. Hanging onto a tree, I gave Jane my arm. I was being extra careful since it was only my bare flesh between the tree and me. From there she grabbed my waist as we made our way back up to the top of the embankment. S he slipped off and almost ended up sliding down again since it was hard for her to hold onto my sweaty body like that. Eventually we made it to the top and cleaned the dirt and grim off.

When we found the others, one of the guys said, “What happened” referring to our dirt and scratches. It looked worse than it was thanks thank God. My scratches didn’t really hurt but since my stomach already hurt it felt like we had been through more than we had. I climbed up on the monument to get a look at the view. I jumped down quickly as this guy pulled out his camera. We rested a bit before heading back to the river with the others. A guy showed us a way that didn’t take us back to that rope bridge thing. When we got back Lisa saw us and asked what happened. I said “Just Jane’s back country tour.” Lisa said “she thought one of the guys may have attacked us.” I didn’t think about it before but I guess it was a little risky being out in the woods dressed the way I was. Lisa had hurt her ankle on the way back to the group. We probably shouldn’t have left her by herself. If it was any more serious she could have been in real trouble and we would have been responsible. Another not so bright move.

Everyone started packing up and heading back down stream. I felt bad for Lisa so I offered to help. She joked, “Saying go rinse your sweaty body off before we do this.” Most of the people where off ahead of us. I was surprised no one was offering to help me even though I wasn’t the one that was hurt. We tried again and as she put her arm around me she grabbed my left breast and held antalya otele gelen escort on. I said, “I guess it doesn’t hurt that bad. Maybe you want to do this yourself.”

She let go. She said, ” If she were a guy she’d be all over me right now. I said, “How much wine did you have while we were gone?” Between her, Jane and the guys I had been felt up by most of the people there. I told her what Jane and other girl had done as we got in the water. It was shallow so we half swam half walked for a bit. Lisa said, “What do you expect dressed the way you are? Your practically naked.” I said, “I would expect it from the guys but not the gals.

She was getting silly and we started to play around a little as we stumbled down the creek. I told her to just hold my shoulders and float along as I guided her. I was half swimming half floating sometimes walking through the shallower parts. At first she put her hands on my shoulders like I had asked. Then she moved them down and grabbed both my breast with her hands. I didn’t react. She seemed disappointed. She said I bet “I can turn you on?”

I said, “how much wine did you have again?” With that she started squeezing and playing with my nipples. I told her to stop before someone sees us. She said, “Not if you stay underwater.” She squeezed harder when I tried to lift up. I said, “This is too kinky, stop it.” She just started to work my nipple in her fingers. She continued all the way down until we caught up to the group in front. We made it back to the lake again and I helped Lisa out. We were both shivering by the time we got out.

After drying off, I put my clothes back on and we headed back. Two guys helped Lisa on this part since it was a little tougher. They offered to help me but I said I wasn’t the one that was hurt. We boarded the bus started the long trip back. Once back we went down to the beach to look for Barbara. We saw her where we had been set up the other day. We pulled up some chases and proceeded to strip down to out bathing suits. That is except for me. I was feeling spunky and took everything off including my bikini bottom. We put some lotion on and told Barbara about our adventure and Lisa told her about how she got hurt. She saw my scratches and said, “I guess it really was a Rambo tour.”

Everyone was tired so we just lay there and talked. I had just closed my eyes when Mike and Bob walked up. Mike said “Oh La La” when he saw me lying there completely naked. I said, “Feel free to join me?” They had brought their boat around and had it up on the beach about a hundred yards down the beach off to the side of the resort. Bob asked if we were ready to go diving while he stared at me. Lisa said she couldn’t since she had hurt her ankle, but said I could if I wanted. They asked if Barbara or Jane wanted to try snorkeling. They said there was a nice spot on the other side of the island where you could dive and snorkel in the same area. Jane said she was too tired and Barbara said she was fine right where she was.

Bob said, “It looks like its just you if you still want to go.” I was tired and a little sore but I still wanted to go since it was out last chance. I said I would, and ran over the activities hut to grab some gear, not bothering to put my bikini back on. I grabbed a set of fins and a mask and walked over towards the boat. Bob said, “aren’t you forgetting something,” referring to my bikini. I was ready to walk off completely naked. Lisa threw it to me. I joked with Bob saying, “I though you wouldn’t mind diving with me naked.” He said, that was fine with him but that I had to come back eventually. “Its not like it covers that much” I said. Barbara said there was a nightclub on a boat that she heard was really good and wanted to check out tonight. It left the dock at 7:00. Bob said, “We’d be back by then.”

Throwing all my stuff in the boat, we pushed it out and were off. It was about a half and hour to the dive site. They kept complementing me on my tan so I didn’t bother putting my bikini on to the delight of the guys. When we got there they both started pulled on their wet suits when I said this isn’t fair. You guys both have full wet suits and all I have is this, holding up my miniscule bikini. Bob said, “That’ll gives us something to look at if there aren’t any fish.” I was going to put it back on but with that comment decided I’d give them a show.

“If it scenery you want I wouldn’t want to disappoint you,” I said. Tossing the bikini aside, I got my gear on and rolled over the side. I could see both Mike and Bob duck their heads under to check me out. I don’t think I disappointed them from the smiles they had on under their mask as we went to the bottom. I thought this isn’t fair, they’re both completely covered and I’m completely un-covered. We looked around the reef but didn’t see that many fish. And that’s when I started thinking about Bob’s earlier comment. After a while I stated to get cold. We moved up to some shallower water but it was still pretty cold. They signaled, asking if I wanted to go back but I shuck my head no. I though I’d show them how tough I was. When we got to the surface I was so cold I couldn’t stop shivering. I climbed into the boat first not caring what they saw. The sun felt great as I dried off. I was still shivering wrapped in the towel. Bob said, “I know how we can warm you up.” I said no thanks.

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I had met Mike a few months earlier at a party (perhaps more in another story later). Mike was about three years older than me, about 24 at this time. He and two friends were heading to a country concert at a big amphitheater venue a few hours from where we lived. He asked me if I wanted to join them and I happily accepted. I was excited to see the acts and spend more time with Mike.

His buddies were coming from elsewhere so we decided to just meet there. I hadn’t met these friends yet so I was a little nervous going in as he really talked them up. Mike loved my boobs so I figured I would wear something to show them off, and maybe get his friends to like me too. As it was summer and actually during a heat wave, I decided to wear a low-cut white tank top and a short jean skirt. Mike tried to get me to go without a bra but that isn’t easy to pull off with my “blessings” as he likes to call them.

We headed out after packing a few beverages and Mike mixed me a drink for in the car, since he would be driving. He just asked that I repay him during the drive, wink wink. It was a beautiful sunny day and we were just excited to be doing something fun for once. Work and college were getting in the way too often lately.

From the first sip I knew he mixed a strong drink and while I can usually hold my alcohol pretty well, I knew I would need to pace myself. He smiled as I nearly choked on the first swallow. We were jamming out in the car with the windows rolled down cruising past semis and other vehicles left and right on the interstate. He asked if I was ready to start paying up for his bartending “skills”. I was feeling good having put down about 3/4 of the drink and overall in a great mood. I shyly asked him what he had in mind. He smiled as he asked me to remove my bra once again. I started to argue but he stopped me saying we had a deal. I argued that point too as we didn’t really have a deal but I really didn’t mind teasing him if that’s what he was looking for. Making sure there weren’t any cars next to us, I just pulled down my tank top and removed my bra. I shook my boobs a little as I grinned at him, then jokingly told him to keep his eyes on the road as I pulled my tank top back up.

I suppose I should give a little more info about me before this gets too far along. My name is Amy. I was 21 at the time and my chest always got a lot of attention, and plenty of trouble. They were 36dd at the time and sat pretty high and firm, at least as high and firm as 36dd’s can (those are mine in my profile). I’m 5’6″ tall and weigh about 130 pounds. I’m not super skinny but most girls with curves aren’t. As I mentioned earlier, Mike was more of a boob man than an ass man, but some of my earlier flings complimented me on my ass as well so it must be alright. However, pretty much all the men I have been with previously went straight for my boobs. Even a few of my girlfriends made a habit of groping them. It seemed like whenever hooking up with a guy they never went without a hand, mouth, or cock on or between them. I’ve received more than my fair share of pearl necklaces in my life. Anyway, back to the story.

Mike told me to keep drinking up as he pulled another little bottle of JD from the bag behind us and poured it into my drink. I added some coke as he chuckled. Shortly after he reached over and started groping my boobs and my nipples got instantly hard, although they were nearly there without a bra on already. After a few more miles he grabbed the nearest strap on my tank top and started to work it down my arm. I asked him what he was doing and he said, “Just making the view better.” I laughed as he seemed to be infatuated with my boobs. He was able to work the one closest to him out of my top and he politely asked me to get the other one out. Smiling, I told him he would owe me something later. I worked the tank top down to my waist with both boobs standing tall and proud and him grinning like the cat that ate the canary. We were nearing the concert venue so I didn’t think this would be the worst experience and I did secretly enjoy showing them off.

He had been checking his phone during the drive and getting updates from his friends on how close they were getting to the venue as well. He mentioned we should be getting there around the same time as we started to pass a semi. I went to pull my tank top up when he reached over and stopped me. I looked over at him in surprise and back over to the semi as just as we were passing the cab. The driver was wearing sunglasses so I couldn’t tell if he was looking down at me or not, but when I heard the horn blow I figured he must have enjoyed the view. Mike laughed as I blushed and punched him in the arm. We heard a few more truck horns along the way and he even slowed down next to a few of them. I was so embarrassed as many of them were older men who looked like they hadn’t bathed in a few days.

Finally, our exit was only 5 miles ahead and I asked Mike when I could pull escort izmit my tank top back up. He smiled and said I could after I flash the next car we pass. I started to argue but knew I wasn’t going to win the argument and I was starting to enjoy showing off. As we pulled up to the next car, Mike slowed a little so we wouldn’t pass them so quickly and he asked me to face them as we passed. There were two guys, roughly our age, in the car and they both stared open mouthed as we pulled even with them. They sped up when Mike did so we weren’t able to pass them and they continued to stay next to us.

I sat back in my seat just as Mike’s phone rang. I could see it was his friend Jason, one of the guys we were meeting at the concert. Mike put the call on speaker and I nearly died when I heard his friend Jason say, “Holy shit Mike, your girlfriend’s tits are amazing! You weren’t kidding!”. I could hear laughter in the background as I turned to look at the car still driving right next to us. Both of the guys waved as I pulled my tank top back up and turned bright red. I started hitting Mike out of embarrassment as he tried to poorly lie and tell me he didn’t realize it was his friend Eric’s car we were passing. I didn’t believe him for a second. He was always encouraging me to wear revealing clothing and he often left his door open when I was staying at his place and his roommates were around, even if I was still laying naked in bed in the morning.

So that was how I first met his friends Jason and Eric. I was still red from embarrassment when we finally got parked. They ended up a few cars away from us and they came over to Mike’s car quickly. They were laughing as they approached and wouldn’t stop with compliments for the first several minutes. I hit Mike on the arm one more time and told him to make me another drink. The parking lot was in a big field and there were people everywhere drinking and having a good time.

Jason was over 6′ tall and had a strong build to him. Eric was a little shorter and thinner. Both had blondish hair and I’m sure did fine with the ladies. Mike had told me a few stories about them previously.

Despite the earlier incident, we all got along great pretty much right off the bat as Jason and Eric told me about some of the times Mike had pulled off some similar pranks on his ex-girlfriends. They gave him some shit but continued to congratulate him on somehow reeling me in while also continuing to compliment me, or I probably should say, my boobs. They couldn’t keep from looking at them and about that time I remembered that I hadn’t put my bra back on after the incident. The mixture of alcohol and embarrassment must have kept me from remembering. I started to look in the car for my bra but I couldn’t find it. Mike just laughed as I asked him where he put it. He pointed to the drunk and shrugged his shoulders saying, “They’ve already seen them babe…without the tank top even. It really doesn’t matter anymore.” I couldn’t argue with that but there were plenty of other guys walking by who were enjoying the view.

The guys started drinking the beer that we brought along while I downed another Jack and coke, or two. We were having a good time talking about the concert, getting to know each other, and them telling me about some of the stupid things Mike did in high school and college. Jason kept challenging me to try and keep up with him as he downed another beer. He was slurring his words a bit so I didn’t think he would be able to drink much more. I downed my drink as well and Mike started to mix me another.

I was holding out as long as I could as the only bathrooms they had were porto-potties. As I stood up out of my chair, I could immediately feel the alcohol had kicked in. I wasn’t necessarily drunk yet, but definitely buzzing and feeling good. As I made my way to the porto-potties, I received quite a few offers from guys for beverages.

“Beer or booze for boobs,” a few called.

I just smiled as I walked by, flattered by the attention I was receiving. I received a few more of the offers on the way back including a few whistles. I was feeling great when I got back by Mike and his friends. Mike asked me why I was smiling so big and I told him about the offers I had received.

“That’s great,” he said as he glared at his friends. “These idiots forgot to bring alcohol and we’re down to our last beers.”

I just stared at him in disbelief, not sure if he meant what I thought he did. The only place to buy any alcohol was inside the venue and nobody wanted to head inside yet. I took a big drink of the new one Mike had made for me as he and his friends just eyed me. I told them I had enough alcohol to last for me so too bad for them. Jason and Eric started begging with me to please get them a few more beers. “Please, please, please,” they both said.

Jason added, “Your tits are amazing! I’m sure you’ll get a case for us just by showing kocaeli evi olan escort them once.” I was a little annoyed the way he talked about them and how he wanted to use them for getting themselves more beer, but it also was a little flattering. The alcohol also wasn’t helping me think very clearly.

Jason challenged me to see who could finish their drink first. I only had about 1/4 left while he had just opened their last beer. Smiling I said, “You’re on.” Mike hesitated like he wanted to say something, but then just said, “Go!”

I’m not sure how he did it, but when I lowered my finished drink, Jason was smiling at me with his can already crushed.

“You lose, lightweight,” he said. “Now let’s go get us some more beer.”

He led the way as me and Eric followed. Mike caught up with us shortly and handed me a new drink. I was flushed and embarrassed, but also a little excited as we approached a group of guys drinking heavily. I recognized them from earlier as a group that had made me an offer. One of the guys who saw us approaching ignored the guys and asked if I was considering their offer. I flushed a little more red as Jason spoke up.

“She’s willing to show them but we need at least a case because they are spectacular!” he emphasized.

The guy was clearly pretty drunk as he responded that he didn’t think fake boobs were worth a case.

“They are definitely not fake,” said Mike. I was shocked to hear him say that and play along with this game.

“Well,” said the guy, “I probably should be able to find that out for myself if it’s going to cost me a case.”

He approached me as I just stood there in shock. He reached up and started groping me through my tank top, my nipples hardened even more. “Very nice,” he said, as he reached up to the straps. He pulled them both down my arms as the rest of his friends gathered around. As the straps reached my elbows, the tank top was just barely hanging on and covering my nipples. With one last pull on the straps, my boobs sprang out and a loud cheer went up from the guys. I covered my face as I felt the stranger start to grope my boobs in front of everyone, including Mike. I looked over at him and he was just smiling and staring at the stranger squeezing my boobs. I looked the other way to see Jason and Eric doing the same thing. As I looked back at the stranger, I saw a few of his friends reach out for a feel as well. Suddenly there were about four pairs of hands squeezing and groping me.

Finally Jason stepped forward and said, “Alright guys. That’s enough. Now where is that case of beer?”

There were a few last second gropes before Jason reached out and grabbed them himself, “to get their filthy hands off your amazing tits” he would later say.

One of the guys approached from the back with six cans of cheap beer. “This is all we have left,” he said. The strangers laughed as they walked back to their party and vehicle.

“Well, that’s better than nothing,” said Jason, and he dropped his hands from my boobs and continued walking to the next group of guys. I stood there for a few seconds stunned before Mike made a motion for me to pull up my top. I felt a little dirty and used but couldn’t deny that this was turning me on in some twisted sort of way.

A few of the guys in the next group we approached had witnessed what happened with the previous strangers so they wanted the same deal. Jason made sure to see that they had a full case to offer before giving them the go ahead. I just stood there not sure what to say or do as three strangers approached me. The talker of the group asked Jason how they knew me as he started to lower the straps on my tank top. Jason laughed and said she is Mike’s girlfriend as he nodded toward Mike. Mike just smiled and nodded to them as the top lowered to my waist.

“These are impressive!” said the talker as he took them in his hands. “Your girlfriend has great tits!” he said in the direction of Mike. Then he lowered his hands and leaned in to lick one of my nipples. One of his friends was quick to do the same to the other nipple as the last guy just groped what he could around his friend’s mouths. I was definitely getting turned on by being offered, complimented, groped, and more in this very public setting. After about ten seconds, although it seemed like ten minutes, of them groping and sucking on my boobs, Jason stepped in again and pushed them off while grabbing my boobs himself. Mike grabbed the beer and I pulled up my tank top as we headed back to the vehicle while Jason and Eric went to the porto-potties. As Mike and I walked back toward his car, I asked him how he felt about all these guys seeing my boobs and touching them, even sucking on them. He grabbed my hand and rubbed it on the bulge in his shorts. I was shocked but even more turned on as I felt how hard he was. He just smiled at me as I looked izmit rus escort wide-eyed at him.

When we got back to the car, he took one of the chairs and moved it between his car and the vehicle next to him. He told me to sit down as he stood in front of me. He reached down and pulled down my top again as he started to grope my boobs. He released them as he reached for the button and fly of this shorts, unzipping them and pulling them down a little. His cock sprang out directly in my face, harder than I had ever seen it. He reached down with one hand to grope my boobs again while placing his other hand behind my head. He loves blow jobs and I knew what he wanted in that moment. I couldn’t deny that I was extremely turned on as well and I opened my mouth to take his cock deep. He is about six inches and not very thick so I can deep throat him after working on it for awhile. He was moaning as he groped my boobs and I stroked him as I sucked and fondled his balls.

We were in our own world for a few minutes before I noticed a pair of feet appear behind Mike. I looked up and saw Jason smiling down at me over Mike’s shoulder and he had something in his hand. I didn’t stop what I was doing due to how turned on I was and, I’m sure, the affect of the alcohol. As my eyes came into focus on what Jason had in his hand, I realized it was a cell phone. He was apparently taking pictures or video. I still didn’t really comprehend what was happening and didn’t think more of it as I turned my attention back to Mike’s cock.

After a few more minutes of sucking Mike’s cock, I could tell he was getting close. As I looked up at Mike, I realized that Jason and Eric were standing on either side of him, Jason still holding his phone while Eric was holding something else. I turned to look at Eric while Mike’s cock was still in my mouth and I nearly choked when I saw he had his cock out less than two feet away and was stroking it. I looked up at Mike with wide eyes and he just smiled down at me. Suddenly, he took my left hand off his balls and moved it toward Eric’s cock. Eric stepped closer and I felt his cock rub against my hand. I didn’t know what to with Mike’s cock in my mouth and Eric’s cock rubbing against my hand.

Then I heard Mike say, “Just stroke it for him, babe. Look how hard he is.”

I looked back over at Eric’s cock and I almost couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw a hand try to wrap around his thick cock. That’s when I realized it was my hand and my fingers weren’t even close to touching around his thick shaft. He groaned as he thrust in and out of my hand, doing most of the work. From his moaning I could tell that he was pretty close already.

I was in disbelief with Mike’s cock still in my mouth and Eric’s thick cock in my hand, not sure how it had got to this point. I wasn’t really sucking Mike at this point with everything going on so he was just thrusting deep in my mouth. I could hear him moan that he was close and I started to prepare for his cum.

Suddenly, Jason spoke, “We don’t want you cumming too fast, do we Mike?” I felt a hand on my head pull me off Mike’s cock and over to my right. Directly in my face was a new cock that was extremely hard, red, and long. I felt the hand pull my head toward it and I instinctively opened my mouth to allow it in. I looked up to see Jason smiling at me and still with his phone in his other hand.

“You’re amazing, Amy!” he said, as I heard Mike and Eric both moan. My hand was still wrapped around Eric’s cock and I looked back at Mike in shock with Jason’s cock thrusting deep into my mouth. Mike had replaced my mouth with his own hand around his cock and was stroking furiously. I heard Mike groan and felt a warm substance on my neck and chest. I felt a pair of hands grab my head and pull me back to my left and off of Jason’s long cock. My head was pulled toward Eric’s thick cock that my left hand was still stroking. As the thick cock neared my head, a burst of cum exploded from the head and hit me right in the nose. Before the next blast erupted, the thick cock thrust into my mouth and it was starting to fill with thick ropes of cum. I swallowed as fast as I could not knowing how much more there could be.

Suddenly my head was pulled back again and I felt cum hit my face and neck as I was directed back to my right. The long, red cock was thrust back into my mouth a few times before it was withdrawn and I stared at it as the first blast flew out, hitting me in the forehead. I closed my eyes as the hands just held my head in place and I felt cum shooting all over my face and running off my chin. After about a minute the hands released my head and I could hear lots of heavy breathing. I brought my hands up to my eyes to clear away the sperm. When I opened my eyes, Mike was holding Jason’s phone and all three guys were beside themselves, saying how amazing I was and thanking me over and over. I could feel the cum all over my face and running down my neck and chest. I looked down to see an incredible amount of cum all over my boobs and running onto my white tank top.

The guys found a towel for me to clean off with and as I finished Mike handed me another drink. “You know,” I said, “what I could use much more than another drink is some satisfaction. A lady needs attention too and I’m soaked…”

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I don’t normally look up skirts, but from my seat on the bus it was impossible not to notice that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I looked up to see if she had caught me peaking, she smiled when we made eye contact. Embarrassed that I had been caught I immediately glanced down at my hands. Much to my surprise I could see in my peripheral vision that instead of closing her knees she opened them slightly wider.

I thought she must be bored or maybe even a little crazy because there was no reason for a twenty something to even look my way. Instead of feeling aroused I was perplexed. Being forty years older than her I shifted to full grandpa mode. But instead of verbally chastising her or throwing her a disgusting look I had smiled and quickly looked away.

On the way to the next bus stop I stared out the window fearing that she would make a scene. In the current social-environment she could have confronted me verbally and accused me of being a pervert. I was hoping that she would get off the bus at the next stop, but she didn’t. I thought about getting off the bus, but it was across town from my stop and I would’ve had to wait twenty minutes for the next bus.

As the bus pulled away from the curb I felt the presence of a person sitting down next to me. To maintain my personal space, I didn’t look to see who it was, I just continued to stare out the window. As the bus traveled along its route to the next stop I thought, “Is it her? Did she just sit down next to me?”

How muratpaşa escort many times in my life had I fantasized about such an event happening to me. During my teen years maybe a million times. She was pretty, she seemed to be willing and more importantly she made the first three moves. She chose to wear a black pencil skirt that was short enough to make every mom on the bus wince: chose not to wear underwear: and spread her legs instead of closing them.

O.K., now I was beginning to feel like a pervert. Was she into older guys? Was she just being a flirt or a tease? The more I thought about her the more erotic my thoughts became.

The only shaved pussies I’d ever seen were in a strip club almost thirty years ago. However, I didn’t jump to the conclusion that she was a stripper. I knew from reality talk shows that women her age were quick to comment on how smooth and clean they felt after a spa treatment and bikini wax.

I conjured up a vision of her unbuttoning the old-fashioned white blouse she was wearing. Even though I was still staring out the window of the bus I clearly remembered what she was and was not wearing. The clean white blouse was long sleeved with one button barrel cuffs. It was buttoned to the top of its strait-pointed collar. Old fashioned because I remembered thinking it odd that a young woman would be wearing a blouse with a starched collar and cuffs.

But I digress. I couldn’t keep antalya anal yapan escort my mind off the stripper image. I envisioned her up on a stage slowly unbuttoning that old fashion blouse to sexy music. The bus stopped just as bus girl, now topless, was starting to unzip the side zipper on her black, very tight pencil skirt.

Without looking back at bus girl, I kept one eye on the front exit door as people got off the bus. Again, she still wasn’t one of them. I could smell perfume and sensed that she was sitting next to me. I returned my gaze to the cityscape out my window.

My mind’s eye was back on the stage as rain began to splatter against the window. After she unzipped it, bus girl still had to give the skirt a little push to get it to slide down off her hips. I marveled at her beauty as the naked contours of her skin from her neck to her ankles burned into my vivid imagination. The sensory memory in my hands from years of exploring the love of my life’s contours assisted my subconscious in touching my vision on the bus.

The bus rumbled through the streets, stopping for lights and traffic as I slipped back into my daydream. Bus girl stood quietly smiling on stage while I gently caressed each of her breasts before my hands moved downward. My eyes darted from nipple, to ankle, to clit, while my hands lingered behind as if they were enjoying a completely different experience.

I thought, antalya merkez escort isn’t it amazing that my hands could superimpose the feel of my wife’s beautiful body while I fantasized about bus girl. Even though my wife wasn’t shaved my fingers didn’t miss a stroke. They knew the full length of her neck and roundness of her butt. The firm smooth feel of her breasts and the perkiness of her nipples. They lingered over the full curves of her hips and they knew exactly what would cause her inner thighs to quiver.

“Christ”, I murmured to myself. The lust of my fantasy had switched from bus girl to my wife.

In all this foolishness I finally realized that I didn’t know anything about bus girl. Maybe she was wearing a uniform. She could have been a waitress getting off shift too tired to think about anything except getting home herself. She might have only smiled at me as a courtesy, unaware of my visual intrusion. In fact, she might have just relaxed her knees instead of intentionally giving me a better look. And as for her underwear, I was old enough to know that women had practical reasons for removing them.

I mustered up the courage to turn and see if she was still watching me. Except for the drunk man sleeping in the seat next to mine the bus was empty.

“Crap,” I muttered under my breath as I looked out and didn’t recognize any of the buildings. I had missed my stop.

As I waited for the return bus I didn’t daydream about bus girl. Instead, I chuckled to myself over how I still got horny thinking about my wife even while I was fantasizing about a complete stranger.

I boarded the bus that would take me home. I again chose an empty seat next to a window and resumed thinking about when I got home. I wasn’t thinking about what my wife was cooking for dinner. I was thinking about what she was, and would not be wearing.

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I had just turned 18 and it was my last year in prep school. I had started later than most boys my age so I was just a bit older.

It was a very private exclusive boarding school, only boys which was a real pain. They didn’t allow and nudie magazines or pornography. It was there though and we had to keep it well hidden for fear of expulsion. We all masturbated so fuck mags were a necessity. I had some great ones from Europe that I managed to sneak away from my father who traveled to Europe. I know he and mom looked at them and got all hot and then would fuck like mad. Anyway he had so many he would not miss a few.

I had been called into the health teacher’s office that day and couldn’t figure out what she might want me for. She was one the best looking women at the school. She was a bit on the plump side but very nice probably in her 40’s. She dressed very conservatively which was school policy, very prudish!! However her dress could not conceal her very large breasts. She wore rather loose tops to hide just how big they were. Every now and then she would leave a button or two undone to give the guys just a peek at her cleavage.

I was headed for her private office wondering what she wanted with me.

“Please come in and have a seat young man”, she said rather abruptly.

I knew I was in trouble for something. Heck, I was due to graduate in two weeks. I sure didn’t need any problems.

“You know our policy here against any pornographic materials, don’t you?” she asked.

On no, I thought. She must have done a random search and found my magazines. I knew I was in serious trouble now.

“Yes ma’am”, I replied rather humbly.

” A Search of your dorm room was done and I discovered these porno magazines and I want to discuss them with you. I have done many searches and collected many such materials but none as great as these!” she said.

I could not belive my ears. She said they were great. I am sure she had seen many over the years. I might now be in so much trouble as I thought.

“I know Bobby that there are no girls here and that youg young men, especially those your age need some sexual release. It is the school policy kocaeli escort against porn but not mine. I must give the impression of inforcement when I find such material. I ususlly give a good scolding and then send the young man back to his room and tell him to find a more secure hiding place should the school president find any. He won’t be quite as understanding as me”

I was feeling relieved. Ms. Woods understood about masturbation and things like that. I was not going to get kicked out after all.

“You have some great fuck mags here Bobby”, she said smiling. “I have looked through them all and the women have such nice tits and the cocks on the men are so big. It seems these European men sure have loads of cum in their full balls There are many good closeups too of those big dicks opening up those great pussies and some pussies are cum filled, I do like that. That is the best place for cum is inside a woman’s pussy You know Bobby that I too get horny and need to releive myself like you do. I enjoy masturbating too.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I was sure Ms. Woods was prim and proper and never thought that much about sex. It seems however that I was wrong and that she too liked to look at fuck pictures.

“Yes Ms. Woods” I replied. They are great mags from my dads collection. He gets them from Europe and they are arousing. I get so hard looking at them and do enjoy masturabting and cumming. The cocks are so big and the women very nice, but I like them a little bigger like you”

I couldn’t belive what I was just saying. She might not like my saying she is big. I maight be in trouble now. I felt like telling her though as if she would understand.

“Thank you, Bobby” she smiled. “I see that you have an eye for full figure women. I like that. Look here at this photo of this gal sucking that huge cock. She has one big set of tits. I wonder if she will suck him and take all his cum to swallow”

“You have some big ones yourself”, I said smiling back at her. “I have one magazine that has nothing but big women in them and I have jerked of to it a great many times. There are some great photos kocaeli rus escort in it of guys cumming all over their big tits and the cum is running down between them.

Some photos even have two and three guys cumming on tits, those are so great!”

“Umm Bobby I like that too”, she replied. “I really shouldn’t do this Bobby but would you like to cum on my tits. I would enjoy watching you jerk off for me. I had a boyfriend once who liked for me to leave my bra on and then cum all over it. I really liked watching him shoot. I know your cock must need some release. All men your age need to jerk off a lot to ease their tension. Instead of looking a a magazine you can look and then cum on me”

“Oh yes Ms Woods. I would love to jerk off for you. My dick is so hard now and I would love to see your tits”

“Wonderful Bobby”,she replied. ” Not only will I let you see my tits I will let you see my panties too. Now I wear these big full ones not bikinis, they are bright red and they make me feel sexy. Maybe later you might want to cum on them.”

My heart was racing as I watched her get undressed for me. She was a big woman but so sexy as she took her blouse and skirt. She had on this red bra a panty set. The panties were big as she said but oh so nice. Her ass was big and her tits fill the cups of that bra.

“Now Bobby you step out of those clothes. I want to get a look and your nice young cock. I want to see what’s going to shoot all that warm cum for me”

With no hesitation I got out of my pants, shirt and quickly took my briefs off. I was sticking up straight and firm.

“Goodness Bobby” she smiled. ” That is one nice cock you have and it’s so hard. Just look at how it stands up so proud. I can see why you enjoy playing with it. Your balls look so full of cum too. I can’t wait to see you masturabte for me”

“Do you really like my cock?” I asked. “It’s not near as big as those in the fuck magazines. I do like to shoot off though. I hope you like to watch me. I have watched some of the guys but I have never had a women watch me masturbate. I want to cum on your shiny red bra Ms. izmit ucuz escort Woods”

“Sure Bobby,” she answered. “I would like for you to squirt all over it. Here let me take off these panties and give you a nice look and my pussy. I will pull my lips open so you can see exactly where a man puts his cock. I love the feel of a huge cock up my fuckhole Bobby and then to have a man empty his load completley inside me it’s so wonerful. As I spread open you take that young cock of yours and stroke it for me.

I had my eyes fixed on her pussy as she pulled it wide open for me. She had a nice hairy bush and thick lips and nice pussy hole. My cock was hard as steel now and ready for pumping.

“That’s it Bobby”, she said. ” You pump away now and give me lots of cum. I’ll finger my hole some and work my clit as you masturbate. I want to see my nice red bra all covered in your youthful semen.”

I worked my shaft as my cockhead was so swollen. My eyes drifted down to her pussy as she fingered her hole. It was so wet and slick, I knew she was hot too. I got up close so when I shot off all my cum would land on her bra. I had a good grip and worked my hand up a down on my shaft. I was really enjoying showing Ms. Woods.

“Ummmmm Ms. Woods” I cried. “I am going to cum”

“Great Bobby” she said. ” You give me a nice big load right on my tits. I love to watch men shoot.

Umm my pussy is feeling good too. I so enjoy fingering my hole and watching you stroke that nice cock. Cum all on me Bobby…..Ummmmmm”

Suddenly I could hold back no more and my cock exploded its milky white cream. It was a very intense climax. Thick globs of cum flew from my pisshole covering her bra and making a very wet mess. I think Ms. Woods might have came also. She was working feverously at her clit, moaning and sighing.

I pumped every drop I could. Her bra was a mess of thick semen.

“Ohh Bobby what a lovely cummy mess you had made” she moaned. Here see my wet hole. I came too.”

She held herself open and she was dripping with her wetness. It looked as if I had cum on her pussy instead of her bra.

” Now Bobby”, she said. Lets make another time for some masturabtion fun. You take your magazines and keep them well hidden. We might want to try some things they do in them.”

It was too bad for me that I graduated it two weeks. I never got called in to see her after that. I just bet though that Ms.Woods had other students to enjoy watching cum on her nice big bras……………..

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