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

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

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

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

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

He came over, and gave me a gentle kiss.

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

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

“You look gorgeous.”

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

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

“What? What’s the big deal?”

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

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

“Oh, Ryosuke! Don’t be silly.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought I told you to…”

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

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

“Oh, c’mon, Emi! Please!”

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

“Just this once for me.”

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

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

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

“Sorry, I just wanted a little taste.”

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

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

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

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

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

My heart was still pounding in my chest.

“Um… actually, I just came back.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sounds nice,” I nodded.

“I should have you over some time.”

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I take a shower?” Ryosuke asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ryosuke!”

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

“Ryosuke!”

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

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

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

“You forget this,” I blushed.

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

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

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

“Emi? What the…?”

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

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

“What are you doing? Were you outside?”

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

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

“Emi, what on earth were you doing?”

I heard Jennifer come out.

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

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

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

Emi Tsuruta

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(Synopsis: Russet Thompson is an architect and designer sent to spend several days touring the Harem of an eastern Pasha to get ideas for a new attraction at Ultima Resorts. Sir Adrian Calendar, the Prince’s personal secretary, shows her around, and offers her a ‘deal.’ If she will agree to ‘experience’ the Seraglio, he’ll give her everything she needs to replicate the harem and hammam. Bathed, massaged, and shaven, she is seduced into mutual oral sex in Sir Adrian’s library, but instead of proceeding to intercourse, Adrian announces that they’re going out to the markets.)

“To the souks?” I repeated stupidly. I’d imagined we might make love, maybe not immediately, but soon. Maybe spend the day in bed. It took a moment to get my brain around the thought of going out to the markets instead.

“You’ve earned your lists, and I thought you’d like to see some of the goods in situ, as it were. Besides, I want to purchase some small gifts for you.” He tipped my face up and kissed me lightly. “A reward for doing so well. Thank you for shaving.”

“Okay,” I said after a dazed moment. I shifted a little and the slender chains clashed. “Unlock these and I’ll get dressed.”

“No need. I’ve got you covered—quite literally!”

I had no idea what he meant, and a slight tremor of anticipation and dismay rippled through me. I didn’t have to wonder long. From behind the desk he fetched a voluminous bundle of black fabric.

“What?” I stammered, but he only laid a finger over my lips.

“Shh, wait and see.”

“If you think for a minute I’m going anywhere dressed in chains, you’re out of your tiny little mind,” I told him, hoping I sounded more emphatic than I felt. Like an idiot, it had only just occurred to me that, having allowed him to chain me in the first place, there might not be much I could do to prevent him from doing whatever he wanted.

“Don’t be ridiculous, darling,” he said cheerfully. “You’d start a riot.”

He took a triangular piece of fabric and tied it over my head like a babushka, with the edge low on my forehead. Then he gathered up the largest bundle, shaking it out into some sort of long cloak or caftan.

“What on earth?”

“It’s a burqa,” he explained. “Not the ‘take-away’ sort, but a full length khimar, a body veil.”

“Take away?”

“Um, you know, ‘girl in a bag?’”

With a practiced gesture, he opened it and sort of flung it over me, muffling me completely in its folds until my head popped through the hooded neck. Then he helped me thread my hands out the half sleeves.

It was a very odd sort of garment to my western mind. Very loose in the body, it had almost a dolman sleeve; wide near the body and narrowing from about the elbow down to a tightly fitted wrist. In fact the end of the sleeve required some further manipulation, because it was looped together so my thumb went through one part and my fingers through another. The wrist chains were trapped inside the tight part, lying along my forearm, then swinging free inside the tent-like body. The fabric was some sort of a silk and cotton blend, matte and light absorbing rather than shiny, but draping like crepe.

Over my lower face, Adrian tied a veil made of two thicknesses of crepe gauze. It ran across the bridge of my nose, covering nose and mouth completely, and the strings were threaded up over my ears and tied under the head scarf in back. He drew the hood up and tied it by another set of strings under my chin beneath the veil, and I was concealed from head to foot. Only a two inch strip across my eyes, my fingertips, and the tips of my toes showed.

Though voluminous, I had to admit it was graceful. I looked slim and straight and mysterious. And because the veil was gauze, I wasn’t suffocated, as I’d assumed seeing heavily veiled Moslem women during my travels.

Adrian set out a pair of babouches, the soft, backless, Persian slippers. The uppers were of black velvet, embroidered with black silk, and the soles of supple black leather. I notice that the embroidery matched the black-on-black adornments at the hem of the burqa and veil, sober and suitably modest but still richly elegant.

“The finishing touch,” Adrian said, handing me a little round hat, like a pill-box with a very transparent black veil sewn to one side. I stepped to the mirror and began to put it on with the veil trailing down my back. Adrian laughed and took it from me, turning it the other way round, so the transparent veil fell over my eyes and lay in another layer over the niqab, or face veil. Then he flipped it back over the hat, rather like they do a bride for the kiss.

“There you go, the perfect chaste and modest Muslimah,” he said, smiling at his handiwork. “You’ll be glad of the eye veil outside—it functions rather like sunglasses. Now that I think of it, the whole thing will protect that lovely alabaster skin. Go ahead—walk about. Get used to it.”

I did, reluctantly at first, shuffling a little as I got the feel of the slippers. The tokat escort folds of the khimar swirled around me luxuriously as I moved. I found I was very conscious of the slither of the fabric around my calves, over my thighs and across my sensitized nipples.

“What do you think?” Adrian asked.
“It’s very interesting,” I admitted. “More comfortable than I expected. But I’m still not going out like this.”

“Why ever not? We do it quite often as a treat when the girls get bored or restless. I’ve been out with His Highness and the whole boiling of them, all in burqa, and trailing half a dozen attendants. It’s done all the time you know.”

“Well, for one thing, I can hear the chains when I move!”

“Not to worry. Anyone who hears them will think you’re wearing bracelets and anklets. You’ve noticed that the ladies hereabouts wear their bank accounts on their arms? In fact, it’s an elegant Arabic form of flirtation: You see a woman dressed in the utmost concealment but hear the clash of bracelets and anklets, or even bells. It tells you she’s young and pretty under those robes—even if she’s not.”

“But-” I said, but I could feel myself weakening. I thought again of the articles I could write—probably anonymously, this time—and the scenarios I could design for the resort. And—oh, yes!—I wanted to do it for myself. To see the souks from the inside, like the concubine I was pretending to be… “Odalisque for a day?”

“Exactly.”

“And if I decide I want to come back, you’ll bring me—no questions asked?”

“No questions, no reproaches,” he said, kissing my hand. “I swear it. I think you’ll enjoy it but if you have to, think of it as a step on the way to the next bit of our bargain.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve earned your lists and things and this is meant as a fieldtrip, but it could also be the start of the next negotiation. For, oh, the plans of the old Palace, for instance?”

Temptation hardened into resolve. “Deal,” I said, and stuck out my hand.

He took my hand but also leaned forward and kissed me through the face veil. “Brilliant!”

I stood, wondering what I’d let myself in for, as Adrian went to the doors and called out, giving instructions to the attendant lurking outside. That gave me a moment of embarrassment—I’d been more than a little noisy during our encounter. I discovered another virtue of the veil, as it concealed my blushes.

As Adrian escorted me back through the warren of hallways, he gave me instructions. “We’ll have two servants with us, to carry our clobber and watch for pickpockets and such. I’ll lead, and you walk behind me, or at my side. I shan’t touch you at least in public, once we reach the souks. The attendants will follow us. Our market is rather gorgeous, literally unchanged since the Middle Ages, but you’ll see. You can talk to me, but speak softly. I’ll be listening.”

We’d reached the front doors by then—the doors through which I’d entered the Palace only twenty-four short hours ago—and he looked through the grill. “The car should be here in a moment,” he said. “Thank you, Russet.”

“For?”

“For trusting me to show you this.”

The car pulled up at that moment—not a taxi, but a long, white limousine, obviously another of the ‘perks.’ A dark-skinned and hawk-profiled driver sat at the wheel, complete with caftan and head cloth. Two of the dark-eyed boys shared the passenger seat, clad in white cotton kurta suits. Adrian handed me into the back and took his place beside me.

We didn’t drive far, but I was grateful for the ride and the air-conditioning. Inside the cool of thick, mud-brick walls, it was easy to forget how fierce the sub-Saharan sun really was. When we parked, I made no demur as Adrian pulled the eye veil down over my face.

I could understand why we parked where we did. The courtyards and alleys of the souk lay at the foot of the ancient walls of the city and were much too narrow for an automobile. In fact, we had to heed the cries of “Barek!” and step into the shops in order to make way for donkeys carrying panniers of goods.

The market was laid out with more order than was apparent at first. There were different little markets for different kinds of good; saddlers in the leather-worker’s souk, the street of the potters, the rug sellers, and so on. I followed Adrian as instructed, the boys trailing behind, as we went first to the spice market.

I saw women in every range of dress from overtly western jeans and tee-shirts, through kameez, salwar, and headscarf, and caftans to full hijab concealment. The ‘girl in a bag’ as Adrian called it, consisted of a long pleated garment of cotton or silk affixed to a fitted cap, with an embroidered grill area for the woman to look through. Most of them were white or blue, but I saw one that was blazing orange silk. I also saw a tribal woman in beautifully embroidered robes who wore a yashmak, a short leather veil that covered her forehead and mouth like a mask ornamented yozgat escort with coins and narrow woven trim.

Each time I saw another woman clad as I was, I had two thoughts: first pure vanity—that few of them wore robes as elegant as mine; and second, to wonder if any of them were naked underneath, harem girls on holiday.

In hijab, and particularly closely chaperoned by Adrian and two stalwart servants, I was effectively invisible, meriting only a glance from passers-by. Like dark glasses, the eye veil freed me to stare boldly at others but no one could see me, my expression, the direction of my glance, anything about me other than my height and general form. As a custom oppressive to women, it was oddly liberating.

The spice market lay in a large courtyard, and consisted of tiny shops, mere alcoves built into wall of the fort itself, shaded by sagging striped awnings. The goods themselves were displayed both inside and outside the stalls. Baskets held roots and seeds; vanilla beans, sweating sweetness into the air, star anise, fat hands of galangal and ginger, and roots and seeds of less obvious use. Clay pots displayed heaps of ground spices as brilliant as powdered artist’s pigments; heaps of curry, turmeric, cinnamon and henna. Green, gold, mustard, and ochre, almost unbearably colorful, between displays of peppercorns in black, white, green and pink. And the scent was intoxicating.

The stall Adrian led us to wasn’t any different from the others to my untutored eye, though the proprietor immediately emerged from the dim interior to greet him. Clad in a caftan and striped turban, he bowed and addressed Adrian in a flood of Arabic. Adrian and I were escorted inside and given glasses of the ubiquitous mint tea, while the boys squatted outside the shop smoking.

The interior of the stall was crowded with baskets and stitched up burlaps sacks, but I was made comfortable on a stool as the men dickered and bargained. In the far back, a woman ground spice on a stone metate and the merchant’s assistant scurried back and forth, bringing gourd scoops of different things for Adrian’s approval.

I couldn’t quite figure out how to drink my tea through a veil, so I left it sitting on the little brass table, and hoped that wasn’t too rude. The slack bits of my chains, though invisible to eye, lay pooled in my lap and it was hard to ignore the slip and slide of the of the cool iron against my bare pubes, so I tried to hold still.

The climax of their bargaining came with the production of a small silver bowl of wizened threads of plant material, which they both regarded with great seriousness. After a prolonged negotiation, an amount equivalent to a few teaspoons was ceremoniously weighed out, deposited in a stoppered glass jar, rather than a bag or twist of paper, and money changed hands. The glass jar went into Adrian’s capacious pocket and the rest into a sack that he handed to one of the boys.

As the blessing of the merchant followed us, I asked in a whisper, “What was that all about?

“Sorry, darling. That was my one serious errand. One of the servants could have bought the rest, and usually do, but Cook wanted saffron for the End-of-Ramadan-Blowout. Hundreds of dollars’ worth, believe me or not,” he said grinning. “It’s not fair to put that kind of temptation in one’s fellow creature’s path. It’s one of my regular duties. I don’t mind, because I love the souks.”

“They’re wonderful,” I said. “Where are we going next?”

“To the Jeweler’s Court for your present. I’m afraid we have to pass the meat market on the way. I’m sorry, I should have bought you a pomander ball. It reeks a bit.”

“I don’t need a gift, though I’d love to see the jewelry,” I said. “I admit I was reluctant at first, but this is great. I’d never realized how much different the markets are, if they don’t know you’re a foreigner.”

“But you do deserve a gift. Don’t you realize how exciting this is for me?”

“But why? You obviously come here all the time—the merchants know you.”

“To have you here, following along behind me, and know that you’re wearing my chains and virtually naked? How can you ask?”

“But I’m not naked, I’m covered from head to foot!” I said firmly. The feet in question were actually kind of dusty, the toes of my slippers covered in the fine silt of spice, sand, and heaven knew what from the souk cobbles. I’d been conscious of my lack of undergarments, of course, but mostly to be grateful—the sun was ferocious, and I’d have been sweltering. The khimar was actually fairly cool, letting air circulate over my skin—even a bit drafty at moments. I could even forget the chains sliding over my body for minutes at a time. Til now.

Adrian stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at me. “If you believe that, I’ve been failing your education badly. Follow me.”

He took off again at a faster pace, and I trotted along behind him, the boys on our heels. We turned a corner and the stench smote zonguldak escort me like a blow.

“Dear God, where are we?” I asked.

“The flesh market. I warned you, but it’s the fastest route to the Jeweler’s Court, and besides, it’s nearly deserted at this time of day.”

“I can see why,” I said, putting a hand to the veil covering my nose. This part of the market was nearly deserted, only a few, obviously poor shoppers lingered.

“It’s not so bad in the morning, but it gets ripe this time of day—no refrigeration. Ah, yes! This will do nicely.”

Adrian turned a corner into an alley even tinier than any we’d traversed so far. Narrow but dark, it reeked not only of the pervasive decay of the butcher’s souk, but of urine and other pungent but less identifiable things. Except for two bolted doors, presumably leading to the closed stalls on either side, it was a dead end.

“What are we doing here?” I asked.

Instead of answering, he snapped a command at the attendants in Arabic. They took up position at the end of the alley, facing out into the market. I flipped my eye veil back over the hat so I could look from them to Adrian in the sudden dimness. “What’s going on?”

“A zen moment, my darling. A satori, a little lesson in awareness.” He pushed me back against the side of the alley and stooped, catching the hem of my burqa in his hands and pulled it up to my throat, exposing me from my feet to my collarbones in one motion. He used the length of fabric in his fists to pinion my throat to the dusty mud-bricks and thrust his thigh between my legs, forcing me to straddle him.

“Are you naked, sweet Russet?” he asked, his lips inches from mine beneath the veil.

I was then. The anchored parts of my robe covered only from elbow to wrist on the sides. My head and face were concealed, but my whole body down to the slippers was bare in the stinking alley. Though the attendants stood shoulder to shoulder, any passer-by could have seen me.

“Yes,” I gasped.
At that he let one hand go, though his other arm still pinned me to the wall and held my burqa to my throat. He flipped my face veil up, covering my eyes so I couldn’t see, exposing my mouth to the attack of his lips and tongue. His free hand went to my breast, pinching hard, and then to my naked pussy, stroking and pinching, sliding between suddenly slippery labia to stroke into me to my core. I moaned around his tongue, into his mouth, and was glad he muffled my cries as he finger-fucked me in the filthy alley.

Now blinded, I felt even more helpless and his assault seemed to go on forever, though it could only have lasted a few moments. When he stepped back abruptly and let my burqa fall, my whole body was throbbing with newly incited and unfulfilled lust.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me in public,” I accused, fumbling the veil back down so I could see him.

“So I did,” Adrian admitted, helping adjust it. “I didn’t realize you’d present such a powerful temptation. And would you really call this public?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want to go back to the Palace?”

I hesitated. “Nooo…” I said, reluctantly, “but promise you won’t do that again?”

“I promise the next time will be within doors,” he said and winked. “Turn round.”

“How about not at all?” I asked, as he dusted the back of my robe, spending longer than I thought was necessary on my bottom.

“Oh, I don’t think I could do that. I told you, I don’t make promises I can’t keep. Besides, you enjoyed it. I suspect one of your unplumbed kinks is a touch of exhibitionism.”

I opened my mouth to argue. Not about enjoying it—fat chance of that—but about the exhibitionism—when it occurred to me there might actually be a little touch of truth to it. I had agreed to his game of favor for favor, and to come out into the market in garments that could be compromising in the extreme.

And a case could be made for all artists being exhibitionists, I suppose. Many of us literally exhibit our work and all of us enjoy praise for it. As an architect and designer, I don’t sign my work or go to gallery openings, but a building is a bigger statement than a canvas or a sculpture, too. Might I have a secret—or not so secret—desire for attention that was now manifesting sexually? Had I been waiting for an opportunity, wanting to be forced into more overt expression?

Those not entirely comfortable thoughts kept me quiet enough for the most exacting Muslim standards as we left the flesh market behind.

The Jeweler’s Court was entirely different, literally glittering in the afternoon sun, sparkling with gold and silver and polished brass. Glowing enamels and gems of every quality abounded, from obvious glass through cloudy cabochons to quite gorgeous lapis, carnelian, and turquoise. I came to halt in front of a stall displaying bangle-bracelets by the yard on rods. Some were gold, some were silver, and many had sharp edged designs cut into them that made them explode like stars in the sunlight.

“Do you like them?” Adrian asked, amused.

“I’m thinking about starting an Arabian Nights bank account,” I admitted. “I wish I had my purse.”

“I know where there are better,” he said, “but first, I have an idea for a compromise.”

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This incident took place several years ago but my precious HotWife has just recently “confessed” these events. This has become life changing for our sex life! After we had been married for about 3 wonderful and promiscuous years, my sexy little HotWife, Elaine, had decided it was time for her to cease fucking around and settle down and become a “respectable” American housewife. As a totally devoted loving, submissive, cuckolded husband, her wish was my command. Even though I could never get enough of her having lover after lover, her abstinence was yet another way for her to dominate me and delay my own sexual gratification. I always considered her cucking me and forcing me to eat other men’s cum as her form of punishing me for having such a tiny, pathetic “Mico-Cock” as she called it. Elaine, however, took her new vow of celibacy seriously and was actually living her life as a nearly sexless, typical “good little suburban housewife.” I was resolved to submit to her lifestyle changes. This…YAWN… way of life continued for the next three or so years as we led our clean respectable lives. A few years ago something happened in her that changed her outlook about sex drastically. The beautiful true inner SLUT was again revived! Elaine finally confessed this series of events that she felt she could no longer hide from me. The following is the story of those events as she related them to me, albeit a few years later. Elaine had a long road trip scheduled. She was going to be traveling alone in her car for nearly 24 hours. She was on her way to visit her sexy younger sister, Donna, and spend a week with her. Donna lived alone but had several boyfriends and she was always trying to set Elaine up with one or two of them. Since junior high school they used to hold friendly sibling rivalry contests to see which of them could hold the coveted “The Bad Sister” title. At first the winner was determined by which one of them had given the most blow jobs. As the sister’s matured, the sexual escapades became more erotic, and kinky! On the day before Elaine’s road trip she had a gynecologist appointment scheduled. Since her vow of celibacy, she had been avoiding these appointments because a part of the exam always causes her to have embarrassingly violent orgasms, or rather a series of convulsive orgasms! “The Speculum” was her nemesis and her coveted secret lover. She feared it now more than ever because she was so determined to be the good wife that she had dedicated herself to being… “From now on.”, as she had vowed! But she knows the affect that the Speculum Monster has over her body! It is unavoidable and now is the time.

It seems strange, but almost every woman will doll herself up as pretty as possible for her gyno appointments. She treats it like a hot date and she wants to look as pretty and sexy as she can for the man who she knows is about to see her nakedness and probe her innermost sexual regions. My wife is no different in that regard.

Elaine took a long time bathing and shaving her beautiful, tanned, muscular legs that morning. Her legs are almost thick, but with zero fat and very well defined strong looking muscles. In a word, her legs are magnificent! I think those strong muscles is one reason that she has such amazing control of her vaginal muscles. I have said that her pussy is big enough to drive a dump truck through it and at the same time, tight enough to break a pencil! She has the perfect “Dream Pussy” for any man, from the longest and fattest cock to ‘the smallest I’ve ever seen in my life’, as she so often says about mine.

I call Elaine “The Dream Girl”, because her beauty, sensuality and her magical pussy is what every man’s dreams are made of!

Elaine went one step further this morning. Although she had not shaved her pussy for three years, she decided that today she would. She simply could not bare her pussy to a stranger today without having it look as enticing as possible. My sexy ass wife shaved her pussy from asshole to belly button. There was no hair left anywhere on her body below her head! If that wasn’t enough, she spread the depilatory cream in the same areas and let it melt away any residual stubble. The result was just as she had hoped for and her pussy was literally shiningly smooth and prepubescent soft! She said it looked and felt so smooth and perfect that the sight of her own glistening, smooth pussy caused her to get extremely sexually aroused. She couldn’t keep her fingers off of it, or out of it as she soaked through another lavender bubble bath and several little orgasms! As she dried off and rubbed in the softening lotion, Elaine was satisfied that her pussy was going to be one of the sexiest pussy’s this Doctor had ever seen. After a splash of a deep cleansing Strawberry douche to freshen up her inner sanctum, she was now ready to bare her body and open her pussy to a man she had never met, and allow him to do whatever he wants with her body.

She was mentally prepared for her total submission to this complete stranger. My wife fully intended to remain the good faithful karaman escort wife throughout this exam, even though she knew full well that this strange man was about to bring her to multiple orgasms. It always happens when the Speculum is inserted, and sometimes just in anticipation of it. In any case she knows that the Doctors are seasoned professionals and likely feel no sexual urges during these exams.

Even that reality could not ease her rising excitement over her upcoming exposure and willing submission. Yes, willing submission. At this point she was not merely resolved to the inevitability of her impending orgasms, she was actually looking forward to having a stranger’s hands all over her body! She was both dreading and greatly looking forward to this experience!

For years in the past, Elaine had been an habitual exhibitionist and those old demons were rising up in her again now with a vengeance! Truth be told, she was actually very much welcoming those familiar old demons right now.

Now at the Doctor’s office, the nurse had Elaine strip totally naked and helped her into a hospital gown. She put the gown on her backwards with the opening down the front. Apparently a gynecological exam is much easier if the Doctor has full frontal access. The nurse assists Elaine with stepping up onto the exam table and getting her legs raised up onto the leg supports where her calf’s are strapped into the supports. This was more exciting than she expected, as it reminded her of some of the Bondage games she had so often enjoyed in the past! My wife said at this point her gown was not tied shut and was laying off of her to both sides. The nurse was inadvertently brushing against my wife’s’ sensitive skin as her hands seemed to be touching every exposed inch of my wife’s sexy, overstimulated body. Elaine was totally nude in the middle of the cold exam room with no sheet covering her at the moment.

The fact that her body was completely sans hair greatly intensified the sensitivity of her skin. The nurse had Elaine spread her legs wide as she took both heels and placed her feet in the cold stainless steel exam table stirrups. Elaine said that this event alone was quite exhilarating and sensual. She was beginning to feel sexually attracted to the pretty young nurse. Elaine was feeling “..more naked than I had ever felt!” She was glad she had gotten a pedicure the day before. She thought her little feet looked beautiful, even sexy. The bright red toenail polish and matching fingernail polish was worth the extra effort. “I look sexy as fuck!” she proudly thought to herself! The nurse pulled Elaine’s gown over my wife’s big tits, but it kept falling to the side re-exposing her nude, and by now very erect and firm breasts.

Elaine said that as her feet were spread wide apart by the nurse, her big pussy involuntarily opened wider and wider. This is always embarrassing, yet very sexually stimulating for my wife. She said it always feels like the whole room is being turned inside out and the cool air is being sucked into her gaping pussy every time she submits to one of these exams. Elaine told me that the nurses mouth fell open and her eyes were glued onto Elaine’s massive cunt. My wife said that her pussy juices started flowing and flooded the exam table. The nurse spread the stirrups wider, as she placed Elaine’s hands on her own ankles and scooted her ass right up to the bottom edge of the exam table. She told my wife to hold her ankles as wide apart as possible “… and don’t turn loose of your ankles during the exam. Keep them spread as wide as you can. Knees spread wide also. The Doctor will need you to remain as open as possible to him throughout the exam. There is a mirror right over the Doctors shoulder so you can watch everything he’s doing to you.”

The nurse laid a sheet over my wife’s nude body and pulled the sheet down past her knees, but not before stealing one more long look at her naked body and pussy and remarking “That’s perfect! You look amazing!” as she smiled, winked and flashed a knowing thumbs up to my wife! The sheet once again slipped off her breasts, leaving her practically totally nude. The nurse did not re-cover her breasts as she left the room and said “The Doctor will be right in.”

Elaine said that her pussy continued to throb and flow a steady stream of juices as she awaited the Doctor. Even the top sheet was getting soaked now as the top of it slipped off her other breast, leaving both massive breasts exposed as she held her ankles wide apart, as she had been instructed, and awaited the Doctor’s entrance. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so vulnerable.” she related to me, “…or so horny and sexy! I was craving any form of sex at that moment! I felt like I looked totally irresistible! My whole body was covered with goose bumps and I simply could not wait for the Doctor to see me totally nude like this, holding my ankles wide apart just for him, inviting him into my deepest parts! I watched the mirror and I was excited by just how damn good I looked!”

When the kars escort Doctor walked in and introduced himself, he was not one of the Doctors she recognized. He was much younger, of Latin decent and quite handsome. He said “Good afternoon, Elaine, let’s take a look at you.” As he lifted the sheet up above her hips, her pussy squirted juices out onto the floor. The Doctor leaned in closer to her pussy, breathed in her Strawberry fragrance, and said “OH MY! This is quite unique! Interesting,” (he took another deep breath, inhaling her scent), “indeed! Absolutely beautiful! Impressive!”

Elaine asked him if everything looks OK? He answered “Yes! Quite OK! Better than just OK! I don’t see something like this every day! This is indeed quite a treat!” He reached up and touched her labia with his fingers, spreading the lips apart and inserting two bare fingers deep into her vagina! She felt her pussy gap even wider as the juices flowed freely. His touch sent shockwaves through her body as she concentrated on opening herself up to him as wide as possible! She made an obvious show of opening and closing her labia for him while at the same time spreading her knees even further apart. She wanted him to know, without a doubt, that she was open, willing, and vulnerable to him.

He seemed to realize that he was being a little unprofessional and had just touched her pussy without his exam gloves. “Sorry! I got carried away! Please forgive me”, as he pulled his hand back out of her pussy and put on the exam gloves.

He said “OH MY WORD! This is impressive, beautiful! Much, much bigger and more well developed than anything I’ve seen since the films in medical school! Let me get the speculum and let’s see just how wide and deep you truly are! I dont see any health issues with it being this big, but I want to look deeper into this to be sure. Deeper…(LOL), Sorry, no pun intended.”

Elaine began to shudder because the insertion of the speculum and the way the Doctor cranks it open wider and wider always causes her to go into wave after wave of orgasmic bliss! This was why she had been delaying this “routine” examination. As the nearly frozen stainless steel instrument touched the slick, wet walls of her pussy, her cunt involuntarily jumped open wider and wider, excreting even more hot juices. The Doctor slid the speculum all the way in as deep as it would go and he began cranking her open wider and wider! About this time he noticed her naked breast. He froze in place for a second as he gazed at her rock hard swollen nipples.

The Doctor said “Apparently you find this part of the exam sexually stimulating. Don’t worry, a lot of women do. It’s perfectly normal.” He ‘accidentally’ brushed the sheet off her big breasts as he continued to steal glances. He made no effort to protect her modesty.

Elaine told him “Hell yes it’s sexually stimulating! It feels like your whole hand is inside me!” He grinned and answered “(LOL) Thats because it is, Elaine. It is not often I get the opportunity to explore at this depth and width! Sorry. Does this hurt at all?” As he rotated his hand round and round deep inside her pussy! She could feel his fingers touching and probing everything within her. She started orgasming over and over as he pumped his fist and fingers in and out and round and round inside of her as the speculum held the walls of her pussy wide open and her juices splattered all over the Doctor and the exam room floor.

“No. It doesn’t hurt at all. Quite the opposite! You feel amazing that deep inside of me!” she told him. “Do whatever you want to do to me. I’m all yours! PLEASE! Don’t stop now!!!

The Doctor commented that the speculum was at maximum opening, both width and depth. He suggested that he needed to step out of the exam room and retrieve a larger speculum. Much to my wife’s embarrassment, he opened the exam room door and walked out leaving her nude body totally exposed to everyone in the hallway! She heard him talking to a nurse and asking her to retrieve the extra large speculum, “…the largest one that we sometimes use for childbirth. This woman is an amazing specimen!” She felt like every person in office walked by and peeped in at her! When he returned he excitedly inserted the new speculum inside the existing one while sliding the smaller one out. “At least that’s what it felt like at the time” she told me. That motion alone caused Elaine to scream in orgasm. The Doctor looked over his shoulder at the open exam room door. He smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said “Sorry. I got overly excited at what I was about to do to you!” as he turned and closed the exam room door.

Elaine said there was a weird sensation after that. Without even touching her vaginal walls, she felt something touching and then sliding into her uterus! It was his index finger! Her vagina was spread so wide that his whole hand never even touched the vaginal walls as he reached in to probe her uterus. She orgasmed all over his gloved hand, up to his elbow and splattered his white lab coat! He said “Oh My! This kıbrıs escort has never happened before! This is beautiful! Quite stimulating indeed!” He took off his latex gloves and reached for another pair. Without a word she turned loose of her ankles, spread her knees even wider apart, grabbed his arm and slammed it through the speculum and back into her massive cunt!

She said to him, ” If you are going to be this intimate with me, PLEASE don’t use a rubber glove and please don’t stop!” He again inserted his index finger into her uterus. She whispered “More please!…and deeper.”

“OH MY WORD”, he said as she demanded more! He inserted two unsheathed fingers deeper into her uterus and gently massaged her, deeper still. As she began to shudder, his wrist bumped and rotated around the inner circle of the speculum. This sent her into a series of squirting orgasms. She held his hand and wrist inside her pussy as the metal utensil vibrated all around her vaginal ring. She said it was as if her clit had turned into a circle and the entire ring was totally orgasmic! As his hand moved round and round deep inside her, Elaine could hear and feel his wedding ring tapping and vibrating against the metal speculum as it overstimulated her clitoris. She loved the fact that he is a married man!

The orgasm was ridiculously intense and prolonged. The Doctor eventually withdrew his soaked hand and slowly released the pressure from the speculum. Her orgasms continued. She nearly lost consciousness as he withdrew the Speculum.

The Doctor stepped to the side of the exam table, apparently to pull the sheet over my wife’s exposed breast. Instead, as he lifted it up and intentionally dropped it to the floor while he stared at her totally nude body, legs still spread and convulsing, and her pussy, now minus the Speculum, still throbbing and now nearly opening and closing in rhythm to her labored breathing. From her head to her toes, he could not get enough of her sweaty, glistening body! As he stood beside her bed, he cupped her big breast in his hands, leaned down and sucked one stiff nipple into his warm mouth.

Elaine released her ankle and rubbed the front of the Doctor’s pants. Her eyes widened as she felt the extent of his erection! Then she felt the warmth and sticky wetness through his pants! The good Doctor had cum in his pants while bringing my wife to several of the best orgasms she had ever experienced! She was very proud of herself now! While looking at his cum on her fingertips and seeing it string between her fingers and thumb, she sucked her fingers clean, smiled at him and asked him “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

He answered “OH MY YESSS! I couldnt stop!” She took his pussy soaked hand and raised it to her lips as she sucked it clean! With her other hand she felt his cock twitch and ejaculate again! With her cum covered fingers she rubbed his cum over his lips and then slipped her fingers into his mouth. He took the hint and sucked his cum from her fingers. At the same time she took his hand and pressed it back into her pussy. Without the speculum in the way she was able to contract her pussy around his wrist…very tightly! His eyes widened and his body convulsed as he pressed his hard cock against my wife’s hip. She felt his hard cock erupt again! With both hands, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his sticky cum covered cock. She pulled him to her face and swallowed his cock. She did an expert job at sucking and cleaning his cock. She really enjoyed that she could watch the two of them in the mirror. When she finished cleaning his large brown cock, she pulled him to her and they shared a long, deep, sensual lovers kiss. When she released his still hard cock, he tucked it back into his cum soaked pants and zipped up.

He handed her his business card and said “I know you’re married, and so am I, but please ask for me for your next appointment. PLEASE! This has been beyond my wildest expectations! You are an amazing and beautiful woman! You are more woman than any I have ever even fantasized about! And now I have to keep my lab coat buttoned for the rest of the day! LOL! Never mind that. This one is soaked! I’ll need to get another one to finish my day. I’ll have the nurse come get you cleaned up. I will expect to see you again in six weeks… or less. PLEASE.” He was almost begging her.

He walked out and once again left the exam room door wide open, triggering yet another violent orgasm. Elaine tweaked her nipples to fully erect, grabbed her ankles and spread everything as wide as possible! “What the hell!” she thought as her pussy continued to open and close with each successive orgasm. At this point she was hoping everone in the office would get a good look at her nude body and be as impressed as the Good Doctor!

She felt like such a wanton WHORE! Like back in the old days. It was a feeling like a long lost friend returning. She was also wondering why she hadn’t stuffed his cum covered cock into her pussy while she had her hands on his big brown hard beautiful cock! Oh My did he ever taste good!?! That thought threw her into another violent orgasm just as the nurse entered the room. The shocked nurse froze in the open doorway, once again exposing my wife’s nude orgasmic body to the entire staff of the Doctor’s office!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Playing Again

A Bradley International Story

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Innuendo much?) .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning sunshine. What’s shaking?”

Grinning, she replied “My vibrator”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I need to cum now.” She growled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Author’s Notes:

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

As usual, comments/feedback/votes are appreciated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She saved the worst ones for the last.

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

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

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

Nancy winced at that thought but continued with her ordeal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nancy blushed and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

Roberts took Sherry aside and whispered his instructions to her.

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

“Please don’t,” pleaded Sherry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sherry held up the panties for the Gregsons to admire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sherry looked pleadingly again but to no avail.

Roberts motioned Matt to proceed with the disrobing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Should we leave?” Sam asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” they muttered.

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

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

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

“I hear you,” Sam said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That is…”

“What?” said Sam.

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

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

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

“Nice,” Dave said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck!” Dave giggled.

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

“Shhh, he’s coming back!”

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

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

“She’s got a great ass,” Rick said.

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

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

“Sweet,” John said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay. Where were we?” Rick asked.

“G-string?” John whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She does have fantastic thighs,” Sam agreed.

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

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

“Sleeping beauty,” Sam said.

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” John sounded hypnotized.

“You like mounds?”

“What’s a mound?”

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

“You mean her cunt?”

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

“I already am. Half of it anyway.”

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

“I don’t think I should.”

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

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

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

“Jesus,” John moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, man, they’re so puffy.”

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

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

“Never heard of wet dreams?”

“Do chicks have wet dreams?”

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

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

“Shhhh! He’s coming back.”

to be continued…

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

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

“No Pete,” Sophie replied.

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

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

With that Sophie blew a kiss and closed the connection.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then the screen went dead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Other messages started to flash on the screen.

Guest 654: “Show us your tits!”

Guest 874: “Let’s see your ass.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Amazing!” stammered Pete.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Speak tomorrow love?” she enquired.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, see you found another towel.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Check my back, did you draw blood?”

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

“Yup, that looks like it hurts.

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

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

“Sure, bye Don.”

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

“Fuck, I’ll do it. See ya.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hmmm, yeah” said Melissa.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 02:

“After The Game”

Feedback is welcome.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t FUCKING move!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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